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Great Bradford Cox Quote

Talking about album leaks:

When Lotus Plaza came out I was like a mom or something. Keeping up. The way that it went from anticipation anticipation anticipation anticipation…it’s such a sexual thing. You know what I mean it’s like they really wanted to see him with his clothes off. The album leaks like a fucking homemade sex video or something. Once the real album comes out it’s almost like yeah, I fucked her. I fucked him. I fucked that person already. When they first start getting it on they’re like “oh my God Atlas Sound is shit compared to this! Deerhunter is shit! Lotus Plaza is Deerhunter! Lotus Plaza is the essential essence of good music! Lotus Plaza is the transcendental…” The first two weeks it’s always the same. Then a week later they’re is a backlash. I’m tired of hearing about how good this is. The album isn’t even out yet! Think about In Utero: it took a year of 92/93/94 for that cycle to fully happen. There was an important day like Election Day. There’s not that anymore. People have destroyed a format of art. I have too. I’m not being Mr. Highhorse. I’m sorry for the tirade.”

Black Lips Funny

What do you do when your sixteen and in deep shit? You’re looking out at the world from the strip-mall and the detention hall, from the basement and the cul-de-sac and it just looks like there is a wall around you. Everybody tells you and your friends that you’re going nowhere, that your lives are already ruined. What the fuck do you do?

You hang around and smash stuff and get high and try to be a bad-ass, that’s what you do. You steal and drink and smash up the car your mom gave you and pull your pee-pee out in public. You work at sandwich shops and fast-food joints and try to screw private school girls because they think your tough and the girls at your school think your gay because you pretended to give your friend a blowjob at the junior prom. You fuck it all up as ugly and as dirty as you can because, why the fuck not?

Your parents and teachers and sandwich-shop supervisors look at you and think, “What happened to the kid? He has all the advantages in the world and he has chucked it all in the shitter. Doesn’t he believe in the inherent goodness of our enlightened society? Doesn’t he believe in any thing at all?”

Wed. Afternoon Experience

I guess another experience was meant to be for today. This one was messed up! I was walking down the hall from my room to the elevators and I start hearing a girl make some intense moaning sounds like “Oooohhhhhhhyeahhhhhhh” and “Aaaaaahhhhhhhh.” It was obviously coming from a nearby room. I know for a fact that these screams of joy were too “perfect” to be some kind of real time experience. First of all, the girl making these sounds was too rhythmic. She’d start and stop at a fluid rate. There wasn’t any other noise coming from the room besides these hollers. At any rate, I’m standing by the elevators for a good two minutes until I see another girl walking my way. The ‘background music’ is still going on so I’m just standing there mad awkward. I really wanted to laugh because it was pretty damn blatant unless you’re deaf. Thankfully, the elevator came like 15 seconds later and that was that. Whoever did this has a pretty great sense of humor, playing a porno to make it weird for all the innocent fucks going to the elevator. Who does that? The kid’s a master at his craft. He made it just right so if anyone wanted to walk over to see where the sounds were coming from, they’d instantly be creepy as fuck. I’m pretty sure he was in the room adjacent to the elevators so he could’ve looked through the peep hole to see if anyone was approaching. Maybe I’m completely off base and there literally was some kind of sexual encounter going on and those involved didn’t give a shit at all about anyone OR somebody didn’t realize exactly how loud things were.

Tuesday Morning Experience

I didn't, but maybe I should have. Read on:

Though my experience yesterday was not as eventful as Chris’, I will post it regardless. I was in class and we were working on a mini group project on our computers. I wasn’t sure about the answers to one of the problems, so I told my partners “I’m feeling ______” in regards to what I thought was the answer. Keep in mind that I wasn’t really sure and also, my partners weren’t giving me back adequate output, so let’s say I repeated that phrase about five times. Yeah, maybe I was a bit obnoxious, but the bitch next to me called me out! She said in a condescending bitch-slapping tone: “Stop saying you’re feeling it. That’s the right answer.” An advocate for non-violent approaches to resolving conflict, I carried on, but my group and I, we were visibly thrown off by her extemporaneous comment.

Great Quotes!

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Dayemmm Sharon Tate was smokin! I don’t know how anyone could lay a harmful finger on her….

“Eh, I will ahh come back for you later… possibly…” Ted Kennedy

“Yeah, I’d fuck her!” Bill Clinton

“You and your family are welcome to come back anytime, Mr. Manson.” Sharon Tate

“Imagine if I said we were bigger than Elvis!” John Lennon

(Puffing cigarette) “It’s not like I’ll get cancer anytime soon,” Bill Hicks

“Sorry, I can’t make it to your birthday party, but I wrapped up a gift and mailed it to you. I’m sure you’ll have a blast!” Ted Kaczynski

“So, how are you feeling today?” Dr. Jack Kavorkian

“Thank God, she said she was 18…” Any porn star that appeared in a film with Traci Lords

Chris

Funny Moment of the Day

So, I was taking a stroll through my favorite section of Barnes and Noble, Biography, and I could not help, but notice the attention grabbing, gorgeous Tera Patrick on the cover of her new autobiography, SINNER TAKES ALL: A MEMOIR OF LOVE, MARRIAGE, & PORN. So, I flipped through the pages and skimmed some sections and some… cough photos cough… whilst holding the book close to me to make sure other patrons and the workers did not notice what I was reading. Then allasuddden I dropped the motherfucker and the jacket came off! As I struggled to wrap the jacket around the book as it was originally (this can be pretty damn difficult if you’re under some serious pressure!), the young female worker asked if I was alright and if I found what I was looking for. I replied instantly, ” uhh yeah thanks uhh.” She realized what I was looking at and we shared in our awkwardness. Of course she said nothing, but it was maladroit as fuck. Perhaps, I should have stood on a table and pumped my fist in the air and shouted, “HELL YES THIS IS AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A PORN STAR AND NO I’M NOT ASHAMED THAT I’M LOOKING AT IT! AND WHILE WERE ON THE TOPIC, WHY DON’T YOU ORDER SOME HUSTLERS AND PENTHOUSES. NOT THAT I’D PURCHASE THEM, BECAUSE I CAN EASILY ACCESS PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING ELSE FOR FREE ONLINE, BUT AT LEAST I COULD LOOK AT SOME MAGS JUST FOR KICKS, WHAT DO YOU SAY?! Some day… I will agitate the fine people of Barnes and Noble, but for now I’m satisfied venting in this forum. Peace.

Chris

‘Negro’ Stays On

This is pretty messed up:

(New York Times)…when Americans receive their census forms this year, the category for race will include Negro as one of the options. So why, in 2010, is Negro still on the census?

“The intent was not to offend,” said Robert Groves, the director of the United States Census Bureau. “The intent was to make sure that everybody could find themselves with the words there and check the box that fits.”

In an interview, Mr. Groves explained that a research study found many older African-Americans who still referred to themselves as Negroes. In the 2000 census, he said, about 50,000 additional people wrote in the word Negro in a line that asked people how they wished to be identified. Half of those, he said, were 45 years old or younger.

“This was a surprise,” Mr. Groves said. “No one expected this.”