Posts Tagged ‘Kurt Vonnegut’

Fartin’ Around On 11/11/11

Did anyone else notice that today’s date is all ones? Weird. Anyways, it’s also Veteran’s Day. One of my favorite veterans, Kurt Vonnegut, was also born on this day in 1922 (RIP). He gave us this quote in Timequake, which just may be my favorite of all time:

“We are here on Earth to fart around. Don’t let anybody tell you any different!”


Thursday, or Thuresday, also Thunor’s Day

Late Night Blogging.

How about that Bieber Fever, huh? Man, we can all see where this is going, right? Within five years, I envision an illegitimate child,  awkward sex tape, a meaty alcohol/cocaine problem(possibly even some mild elephant tranquilizers?!), and maybe even a dash of maniacal scientologist preaching.  But once his testicles do in fact drop into their final resting place in his scrotum, Bieber Fever has the potential to actually become a legitimate clinical epidemic– Rashes, burning sensations, mysterious growths, bold epiduralogical protuberances, you name it, Bieber Fever will spread within the community.  Oh sure, he can sing songs that other people have written for now, but once the calamity of puberty hits him, Hollywood is sure to drop him like a bag of Oprah-after-Thanksgiving-excrement. SPLAT! <imagine the effluvium of that gently settling into its surroundings, it would cause general havoc>

Sorry, this was never intended to be a popular culture Blog. I was just saying stuff up there. Anyways, it’s been a pretty flacid week here around YCL Headquarters.

<YCL BOOK CLUB!!!!!!!!!!!>

I bought two books today, at the Salvation Army. Now that’s where it’s at. That’s something to talk about I guess. “Introductory Lectures on Psycho-Analysis” –Sigmund Freud, and “Modern Classics of Science Fiction,” –featuring none other than Theodore Sturgeon! No? One of Kurt Vonnegut’s idols? Kilgore Trout? C’mon man!

Anyways, here’s the Blong. It’s the Deftones, and quite possibly one of the greatest collaberations to take place in the history of music. It’s Passenger, featuring none other than Maynard, from Tool! (side note, it’s not an official video.)

*2 Week Anniversary Edition*

February 24, 2010 5 comments

Was listening to the Wilhelm Scream album “Ruiner” today. Makes me want to crank the volume to the max while speeding down the highway screaming in my 20’s gangster voice “YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME COPPAH!!! DADADADADA <— (thats a tommy gun blaring)I ROBBED THAT BANK FAIR AND SQUARE SEE?!!! DADADADADA. But being the law abiding citizen that I am, this is obviously not a viable option. Well the blog is almost two weeks old. What a long strange trip it has been.  A celebration will be taking place this Saturday at 5pm. Well it’s actually my Great Aunt Lenore’s 70th birthday party, but I’ll see if I can’t swing the momentum of the gathering in my favor.

-On a side note, wilhelm scream is also the name of a stock audio recording that has been used in hundreds of movies. I thought that might be interesting to all you IPRers? IPRians?IPRites? IPR students out there.

-There was minor dissatisfaction among the the blog groupies, or Bloupies as I call them (I think that might actually be stolen from Arrested Development), last week on two issues. Dan was really hoping to hear the secrets of my workout regimen. As I stated, there is just too much to cover, but I can reveal that it involves a large amount of screaming, sweating, vomiting (not the bulimic kind), and even a little crying. So Dan, if you aren’t getting those results, you are doing it wrong.

-The Bloupies also demanded to know what I keep in my car. Well, nothing much. My Transformers water bottle, gym shoes of course, some CDs, and my beloved St. John’s Bay golfing jacket. I also noticed today that a copy of “Cat’s Cradle” by Kurt Vonnegut was laying on the seat.

-Those of you pulled in by the alluring expose’ on the Pawlenty administration, I must apologize. My research on the readership of the blog has shown that the Bloupies enjoy watching rich people be naughty, and the Governor of the state of Minnesota was simply a scapegoat. I’m sure he is a very nice person. Plus I think my Dad met him one time.

Well, the fridge door is shut, the eggs are coolin’, and the jello is a-jigglin’. Thanks for reading.


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