A-S-S-H-O-L-E... Everybody!!

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Gacked from Yahoo Music and jblaque.



GodDAMN. I knew the guy was an egotistical prick, but this just takes the fucking cake:


Kanye West displays his uncouth ego at the VMA Awards


Taylor Swift, a 19-year-old country singer, is given an award by the viewers of MTV, only to have her shining moment upstaged by this self-regarding fuck. You know, it's one thing to flaunt your megalomania all over the place for years, but quite another to ruin the best moment in a young girl's life. Christ, here's his MOTHER??



So for the second time in a week, let's all join in on another rousing chorus, shall we?

Asshole - Denis Leary


No, Kanye, you're not a brave truth-talker sticking it to The Man. You're just a FUCKING ASSHOLE.

Desktop - Lake Ontario

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Um....wait, WHAT???

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Okay, I'm flabbergasted.


For the last three years, I have not made enough money to pay my income taxes. I kept putting off filing, one of those dumbass procrastination things where you hope it'll go away, especially when your income is so low that it's a tossup whether you'll end up with a bill you can't pay or you'll owe nothing at all. I haven't gotten any money BACK from the IRS for at least fifteen years now, so it was one or the other, and on top of the rest of my woes, I really wanted to hide my head in the sand and pretend the inevitable bills wouldn't exist.

Then about six weeks ago, I got a polite letter from the Feds saying basically, "Where the hell's the paper?" I made a few phone calls, got the info on forms, found out where the local IRS office is so I could keep being an asshat and file on THE VERY LAST DAY.

Yeah, I know. But I did it! And crossed my fingers that at least last year, when I hardly worked at all, might count to give me back a couple of hundred bucks to help buy groceries. (For those of you who don't know, which I know is practically everybody on my list, I've been on disability, unable to work for the last year because of a workplace injury. But that's a story for another time.) So I've been dreading the inevitable letter saying You owe us $X, please send your firstborn, kthxbi.


Just now, my dad knocked on my door, handed me my Netflix discs and three envelopes. From the U.S. Treasurey. Three window envelopes. With checks in them.


( DRUM ROLL, PLEASE )

I'm gonna go try and think now. Wish me luck.


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*shakes head to clear it*

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Okay, how fucking unbelievably BIZARRE have things gotten in this country that I can't figure out if this is a joke or not:


Glenn Beck proposes an I.Q. cap on the U.S.


It's probably the weird-out clouding my brain right now, but seriously, could someone tell me whether that really happened? Is it meant to be a chuckle? What? Where? How?

jblaque, are you seeing this? You're a smart dude, can you help me out here? Am I out of my mind?

MY BRAIN IS MELTING! HEEEELLLLPPP!!!

RIP Bodhi

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Patrick Swayze died today.




Dance in Paradise, you beautiful man.


*tear*

Midnight Media Cafe - People Who Died

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Yet another untimely death this weekend. Man, what a fucking DAY!

People Who Died - Jim Carroll

Those are people who died, died
They're all my friends
And they died...


Poet, writer, singer, musician Jim Carroll died on Friday night.

I remember being stunned by the power and honesty of this song. It was 1995, my life was in upheaval - a mini-breakdown led to my leaving my job in Santa Cruz and moving back to L.A. Somehow this loud, desperate paean to lost friends energized and amazed me. Life can be so fucking unfair - "she gives awards to some and penitent's cloaks to others," in the words of Luis de Gongora. And yet the other side of the coin is the beauty, intensity and energy of it. This song is not a mournful ballad, but a pounding in-your-face FUCK YOU to Death, the great leveller.


RIP, Jim. Your voice still amazes.