R.I.P. Linda Lovelace
Not a tragedy, but it's certainly sad to see her pass away like this. I've not read her biography, but her story is familiar enough to both the pro-porn and the anti-porn groups in this country, that it's just not the kind of ending you would want for somebody who went through what she did. I'm sure there are people in the industry she helped break into the mainstream (with Deep Throat, which is one of the jewels in the porno triple crown, along with Behind the Green Door and The Devil in Miss Jones) who aren't too saddened to see her pass because of her campaigning against porn in her later years, but it's hard to deny the impact her life has had on modern social mores, even if its a bit tangential. A shame.

Okay, so it's been a few days since I updated this. I'm sure my many fans out there were unable to sleep due to this tragic turn of events. But, I'm back, and you can stop your crying.

Hey! Speaking of "Stop Your Crying," (I swear, I didn't plan this cheesy segue ahead of time), I saw Spiritualized this past weekend. They played with B.R.M.C., who thoroughly underwhelmed me. But Spiritualized rocked (as my townfolk say). For those Spiritualized fans out there, this is the set they played:

Electricity
Shine A Light
Electric Mainline
On Fire
Out of Sight
So Hot (Wash Away All of My Tears)
Walkin With Jesus
Medication
Take Your Time
Broken Heart
I Think I'm In Love
Don't Just Do Something (my favorite current Spiritualized song)
Come Together
Thing'll Never Be the Same
Lord, Can You Hear Me (this was the encore)

Also spent way too much time in front of the television watching the NFL Draft. (Go Dolphins!) It's a sickness, but dammit, I don't care. I looooooove football. (For best effect, think of Seann William Scott saying it as his character from Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.)

The other high point of my weekend? WWF Backlash, which saw Hulkamania return to all its glory. That, my friends, is a shame. We can only hope it will be short-lived. Nothing personal against Hogan, but he just can't put on a good match anymore. But, the public wanted it, so there it is. It's too bad Paul Orndorff can't go full-on in the ring any more. I'd love to see Mr. Wonderful come back, just to feud with Hogan. They could start a whole "Seniors" division and let them battle it out in the middle of the card at house shows and on TV. I'd pay to see that. Nostalgia has its place, just not at the top of the card.

Strong Bad checks his e-mail

Brilliant. Strong Bad sounds vaguely like Triumph the Insult Comic Dog. Try out Some Kind of Robot for go-go hilarity! Thanks to Monica for passing this along to me.

The Art of the Mix
Found this site at Scrubbles. If you like making mixes like I do (and if you consider yourself a music snob who thinks it's your duty to spread the news on bands like Explosions in the Sky and The Bigger Lovers--like me--then you probably do), then this is a great site to get ideas.

And I'm back. Went home this past weekend for family birthdays. (Mom's is the 17th, sister's was the 9th, so I split the difference.) I tell you, the Eastern Shore of Maryland has nothing going on. My biggest thrill is probably ogling the hotties at the Annapolis Mall (which we almost always hit on the way there) like the lech that I am. Still, I never consider it a waste of time, because time with the family is always relaxing. Having the niece and nephew to play with is a bonus, too.

Anyway, while there, I saw a movie ("Changing Lanes"-not bad) and did a little shopping (I picked up Sleater-Kinney's "The Hot Rock" and "Age of the Sun" by the Sunshine Fix, both worthy additions to anybody's music collection). Good times.

Also, I would like to add that this year is the first year I got my taxes done before April 15th. I mailed them on April 2nd, by gum. God willing, I'll get them mailed out before April next year.

Semper fudge!

My friend Greg sent me this link once. Happened upon it again while paying a visit to Where Are My Pants?

...prounced 'fuckle.'

Monkey!
I have one rule of comedy: monkeys and midgets (yeah, yeah...little people) are always funny. I found this little gem while trying to find a screen grab of "Hail to the Chimp" from The Simpsons.

U.S. Drops Cats Into Belgium

"The U.S. continues to support the peace process between the Palestinians and the Israelis, and that is why we have been dropping cats into Belgium, and will continue dropping cats into Belgium, until all of Brussels is purring under a two-foot-deep blanket of cats."

Finally, some political maneuvering I can get behind. Teach those Belgians a lesson!

Today's phrase that pays: "In my day, five dollars would have been enough to soil a woman like that." -from Andy Richter Controls the Universe

To quote my friend Monica, "crap on shit!"

Ya see, I had actually typed this long ass post (relative to what's already here) and then suddenly, my computer starts to freak out. So I couldn't post it, nor could I copy and paste it and save it for later (one of the symptoms of my freakout is loss of use of mouse). Now I got nothing. I could retype it, and it would probably be a lot better than what was there before, but dammit, I gotta go to bed soon. (I hate saying that, especially when I'm not tired.) I guess that's all for now. Dammit.

"I have a theory on why people moan at certain jokes: envy." -George Carlin

This may turn out to be the most boring blog in the universe, unless I resort to telling humourous lies to keep interest (mine and any readers) from waning. I am definitely more intrigued by the possibilities of an invented existence than I am by the reality of the situation. Not in some life-exploring way, like Lauren Slater, but for the purposes of entertainment value. We shall see. In the meantime, I'm just going to try to keep this up until I get sick of it.

So, this is day two of blog madness, and I must say, my life has not dramatically improved. I suppose I had set my expectations too high. C'est la vie...

You know what I hate? Bally's commercials. I hate all gym commercials, but Bally's commercials are really annoying. Especially the Pink and Jessica Simpson ones they've been subjecting me to lately. The message here: work out at our gym and you too can become a no-talent skank.

So, I'm sitting here watching Smackdown, and trying to figure out where everything goes. I'm new to this whole blog deal (such command of the English language!) so it is going to take me awhile to put my personal stamp on this. In the meantime, you can check out my Geocities website (link removed 05/2005 for reasons that are ridiculous) to learn more about me.

By the way, if you're wondering how I could tear myself away from Smackdown, I have two words for you: Bob Holly. ("Boooooor-ing!")

Finally, Damian Vegas has come back to Blog Spot! Stay tuned to this spot for more fanciful inanity.