Mandatory Post Day.

I really do kinda wish I was disciplined about this blog thing for whatever reason. Like everyday, I'd post the good stuff and write a quip here and there and hyperlink every reference diligently like all the other well mannered lads I see doing this. Instead you get some willy nilly shit that usually alludes to me being a moody ass motherfucker. My bad, y'allz.

That being said, this post is definitely a guilt post. To give you an idea, now that I've got a little momentum going again, I started to feel guilty not posting right around the one week mark. I guess that's indicative of how I've aligned my internal time with "blogger time," based on how many people read my shit. I probably would've caved in around then, but I've spent the past week dealing with my computer after it got chomped to fucking pieces by every virus ever imaginable. So now I just want to chill with all the clicking and typing, but it's like, oh but I'm a blogger now. I blog, y'know, it's just this thing I do, I hop on the computer and just start, like, blogging, and it's like, if you don't do it alotalotalot, you basically suck at blogging, soooo...

Sorry, I heard some newly christened haircut chick say that verbatim the other night and nobody even motioned to kick her in the face or anything. They just shook their heads in vague agreement. It was kinda disheartening.

Anyway, so yeah, there's no such thing as free porn. I thought with the rise of all these blogs and yousendit type deals, I had stumbled on these secret dirtball loopholes... but turns out, them holes were teeming with disease and pestilence, so be warned, y'know? Funny thing is, for some reason, I have never really gotten porn off of file sharing programs like I should. Maybe it's because I'm at a loss when it comes to actually typing in porn search keywords. Like, I've paid money just because I want to see "some hot chick that I haven't seen before get banged out", while everyone else has got it narrowed down to "piping hot dumpster sexxx" or "convalescent creampies".

Actually, now that I think about it, I kinda do miss all the spam I used to get. Not the avalanche of moral depravity that used to clog my inbox, but I wouldn't mind getting the occasional message from Meatball M. Pheremones, urging me to click on his barnyard free-for-all in some priceless first take on English, all bookended with cut-up phrases from 19th century literature and other bits of intellectual wreckage. I used to save some of the really next level ones, but I guess I deleted em at some point. Dang. If there's a really hilarious hall of fame of that stuff (I figure there has to be), someone let me know what's up.

(Ok, so you start off about feeling all angsty about expectations, and then you have the gall to go off about porn and spam? Dude, this is the reason why burying-your-face-in-your-hands was invented... -Ed)

Yeah, huh. Ok, well, point being, I'm kinda surprised we all don't need to watch videos of three legged dogs drinking out of toilet bowls in outerspace just to get hard in the pants these days...hopefully we'll just wipe ourselves out before it gets to that, right?

Right, wow, ok well, this turned out to be a mess today, I probably shouldn't post any mp3's huh. That'd probably be disrespectful? Instead, here's a random tribute to some of the various tangents the world has to offer. Deeper and deeper...



Superjail. It was my fave of the pilots they aired on Adultswim last Sunday...reminded me of Liquid Television. It's sped up a little to fit the 10 minute youtube criteria, the opening song doesn't sound that goofy.



And so, I forever remained...mystically gay...



I'm starting to get into all this old school Russian animation stuff. There's alot of it and it's all pretty nuts.



Plastic Little's done their share of drugs too!

Paprika Trailer

Paperrad

WyldFile

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superbad

subculture

absurd

Sekintani

I'm gonna pipe back up just to caution you a little with this one above. You'd probably have to be pretty internet'd out to not get a little freaked out by his stuff. I think it's pretty intense but amazing. (I'm not really sure how some people would perceive his images...like if you were a born again or something, it might just activate that mental bypass thing that you are so good at, so you could just be staring at a blank page while your subconscious is busy imploding.) But yeah, it does pull together a lot of visceral madness, so I'm just gonna say that if you start clicking around, it'll probably leave a mark. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Viable?

Did you click on all that stuff? If so, then congratulations, you are one step closer to Eternity (for men, by Calvin Klein). Now do yourself a favor and turn off the internet.