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I feel sorry for you…

You are reading a blog that never gets updated.  It’s like trying to watch grass that never grows.  So, since I post so often I’m going to get weird on you.

I’ve been watching these videos on YouTube and other sites (www.devour.com) that have been commanding my dome as of late.

So, for the assholes of you out there, which I’m sure there are many, these are NOT science fiction jerk-off movies.  These are philosophical treats from one of the most eloquent men that have ever set foot on our planet.

Because I’m feeling so heartfelt these days I’m going to share something else with you which will do nothing but reinforce your level of pussy-ness.  Watch David Goggins be a man every day of his life, while the rest of us struggle to avoid the snooze button (especially me).

The only reason David does what he does (great grammar there) is that he is working to raise money for the children of fallen special ops personnel to go to college tuition free.  We all suck compared to this guy, just remember that the next time you quit something.

F*ck it!

The news seems fairly apocalyptic today, so I’ve decided to post again.  The Middle East is raging, the Middle West (TM per Steven Colbert) is raging, and we are one bad harvest away from a major global food shortage.

So, all that said, you’re going to get a random assortment of crap today.

First off, a great Interpol song:

Followed by a great Godspeed song:

Here’s the random stuff:

Apparently we’re not from the Milky Way Galaxy.  The Monolithic Dome crazies on I-35 have a real challenge to their idea.  These salt mazes will blow your mind, and their genesis is equally as interesting.  Who knew Jesus was such a jokester.  Elegant monologue about the free association of different groups of things.

To bring everything full circle, i.e. Apocalypse, here’s a great film short which made its rounds in the festival circuit in 2009.  This 12 minute film encapsulates a lot.

Food Coma Listening

Yume Bitsu.  A MetroNap pod would be great right about now.

Going to the well.

Don’t tell Riskay, but I’ve been creepin’.

WHO SAID THAT!?!

I apologize for the extended mental vacation, but I’m back with a bang.  Thanks to Mark for the PTSD/cocaine/rage fueled stump speech by a Mr. Phil Davison, council member of Minerva, OH.  I had to pause this a few times to calm down.  Phil’s heart wants to pull a Mole Ram and exit his body, which is somewhat infectious.  Take a xanax if you are easily excitable.

More can be learned about Mr. NutJob here, at HuffPost.

Crouching Cirque, Hidden Soleil

When martial arts meets ballet…

Damn movies!

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