DO YOU WANT NEW WAVE?!

Fuck you Cass Sunstein. Fuck you so hard.

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 18:17:23 GMT

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=104803094

This is the stupidest God Damned BullShit I've ever heard.

Thu, 07 May 2009 07:29:01 GMT

This song is almost painful to sit through. But its exactly what I feel when I don't do homework.

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 18:44:36 GMT

I haven't really felt like doing anything for two years.

'Cept partying.

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 22:27:48 GMT

Can your pussy shoes
smile before the mirror?
And your coney hair
Grab your Conan light
As you walk wet streets trying to remember
all the wild night Frito's in you
Barry Gibb-in

Sun, 15 Feb 2009 03:20:15 GMT

Blink-182 is the band that made me like music. When I was in 6th grade, I sat at a table with three other guys: Tarek Patton, Nick Murray, and Nathan Modglin. I was very fat. Our first day together, we were able to establish that we all fucking LOVED blink 182. Naturally we wanted to start a band, and ,obviously, we wanted to mimic their every move. We all got our own instruments, (except for Nathan, that useless piece of shit), and used the internet to discover the magic of tabs. Our band never worked out. Nathan lived an unusually sheltered life and could never hang out, and Nick lived way the hell out on Sanibel. Tarek and I forged a friendship built upon what could be labeled a slight obsession with blink 182. There was a point in my life where I knew what equipment they used, what skateboards they used, their wives' names, the date their new album would come out, the dates their previous albums came out, potential names for their potential children, acne medication, shoe brands, t-shirt brands, pant brands, friends of theirs that they put in their music videos, favorite movies, whether or not they believed in aliens, their favorite bands, what their favorite bands thought of them, what kind of strings they used.....I knew what kind of fucking picks they used, man. I drew pictures of Tarek and I playing on stage based on the cover of their live album. This inevitably lead me to punk rock. Things got worse. I read everything I could about punk rock. I knew about shit that happened in 1977 England that no 13 year old Floridian in 2002 should have ever known. And then I found out; punks did not like blink 182. They fucking sold out. Punks can't be on a major label. Punks gotta do this and punks gotta do this and punks gotta do this and punks gotta do this. I was ashamed of myself. How could I have ever liked these assholes. I devoted my entire adolescent life to a damned lie. By the time I had reached high school, I had downright disowned those mother fuckers. I took all of their CD's and hid them under my parent's bed, hoping I'd never have to explain myself to anyone. By the time I had reached Junior year, I didn't care so much about punk guidelines. But for whatever reason, I never forgave blink 182. I told myself their songs were shit, designed to rope in fat pre-pubescent middle schoolers who giggle at the word 'scrotum' like Tarek and I.

I've come full-circle. I don't give a shit anymore. Do they display competent musicianship? No. Do the lyrics have any discernible subtext? Not that I can tell. Do they push any sort of political agenda? NO! These are three guys that seem to genuinely enjoy one another's company and have made millions writing simple, catchy pop songs about sodomizing puppies. And why the fuck shouldn't they?

My name is Dan Cook and I love Blink 182.

0-16 can really bring you down.

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 19:48:50 GMT

This is a real picture from Detroit.
The Apocalypse is Nigh.

2008

Fri, 02 Jan 2009 05:11:11 GMT

My roommate, Billy, smelled like beef all year. My resolution is to change this.

I like metal.

Fri, 12 Dec 2008 06:12:21 GMT

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 20:11:26 GMT

Obama Win Causes Obsessive Supporters To Realize How Empty Their Lives Are

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 21:29:31 GMT

I can only assume that everything is as I want to see it.

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 05:41:52 GMT

The party system ruined everything. More specifically, the two party system ruined any and all things. Politics, in this country, are no longer about order. It's about staging the most epic 'fuck-you' to the other side. We have allowed ourselves to become champions of groupthink. I don't know when it started, but it seems to have skyrocketed since the election in 1968. We are living in a country that was founded on the idea of liberty, on the idea of individual freedom, and now we've divvied ourselves up into two groups that take turns every four or eight years letting everyone know who's boss. Politicians are elected not to serve, but to make good on promises. Conservatives are attempting to use law as a means of getting everyone into heaven. Liberals are attempting to use law as a means of making everyone a more compassionate person. Conservatives aid businesses while ignoring the consumer, while liberals help the consumer and put a noose around business' neck. We have become a nation of children. This is to be expected. If it is your wish to act like someone's parent, it shouldn't surprise you when they respond like a dickhead teenager.

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 03:39:32 GMT

Barton Fink says it all

Sat, 04 Oct 2008 06:24:06 GMT

Mastrionotti: What do you do, Fink?
Barton: I write.
Deutsch: Oh yeah? What kind of write?
Barton: Well, as a matter of fact I write for the pictures.
Mastrionotti: Big fuckin' deal.
Deutsch: You want my partner to kiss your ass?
Mastrionotti: Would that be good enough for you?
Barton: No, I - I didn't mean to sound...
Deutsch: What did you mean?
Barton: I - I've got respect for - for working guys, like you...
Mastrionotti: Jesus! Ain't that a load off!

Charlie: C'mon Barton, you think you know about pain? You think I made your life hell? Take a look around this dump. You're just a tourist with a typewriter, Barton. Don't you understand that? And you come into MY home, and you complain that I'M making too much noise.

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 16:08:26 GMT

http://www.imdb.com/chart/top?tt0468569

The Dark Knight is the Greatest Movie Ever.

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 20:20:02 GMT

Ideas are bologna. They are only good for peeling the paint off cars.

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 05:29:52 GMT

What one man can do, another man can do!

Today, I'm going to kill the mother fucker.

Wed, 21 May 2008 00:46:51 GMT

I saw this on a sign for a Baptist Church today
"If evolution were true, Mothers would have four hands."

I believe that one of the greatest things about human beings is that we can make a good argument for whatever.

Sat, 10 May 2008 22:57:57 GMT

Lay up nearer, brother, nearer,
For my limbs are growing cold,
And thy presence seemeth nearer
When thine arms around me fold.
I am dying, brother, dying,
Soon you'll miss me in your berth;
For my form will soon be lying,
Beneath the ocean's briny surf.

Tell my father when you see him
That in death I prayed for him
Prayed that I might only meet him
In a world that's free from sin.
Tell my mother, God assist her
Now that she is growing old,
That her child would glad have kissed her
When his lips grew pale and cold.

Listen, brother, catch each whisper
'Tis my wife I speak of now,
Tell, oh tell her how I missed her
When the fever burned my brow.
Tell her she must kiss my children
Like the kiss I last impressed,
Hold them as when last I held them
Held them closely to my breast.

It was for them I crossed the ocean,
What my hopes were I'll not tell;
But they gained an orphan's portion,
Yet He doeth all things well;
Tell them I have reached the haven
Where I sought the precious dust,
And I gained a port called Heaven
Where the gold will never rust

Politics.

Sun, 04 May 2008 03:44:17 GMT

It is hard for me to feel compassion for strangers. It seems disrespectful, like assuming that a person is unable to live their own life.
I have this idea for a tattoo that I want to get. It is a sketch of the Titanic sinking and breaking apart. Under it reads, "No Guarantees." Most folks hear that and think of me as a pessimist. I'm not a pessimist. I'm not an optimist. I'm not a realist. I know that shit is going to happen and it seems silly to predict whether or not it will be good or bad. The boy scouts got it right, "be prepared."
I'm going to be 19 on Friday. Age 18 has been good to me. I'm glad I went through it and I await whatever comes next.
I am not concerned with the truth anymore. I do not know what the truth is for anyone but myself. Its fine.

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 21:07:56 GMT

Yeah!

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 05:24:41 GMT

People want truth, but they hate math.
We can all take great comfort in art, because at the end of the day the stuff we know most is the stuff we made up.

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 21:50:05 GMT

For the most part, I try not to buy into the philosophies of others. Philosophy just seems like a way of justifying your own idiosyncracies, and actually publishing yours is a way of convincing other people to join in. So you don't feel like such a weirdo.

I suppose there are philosophies to help you become a better person, but aren't those really just rules anyway? I don't know. Rules aren't so bad. I like rules. Rules rule.

Tue, 12 Feb 2008 19:35:28 GMT

A man cried to the Universe,
"Sir, I exist!"
"However",
replied the universe
"the fact has not created
in me a sense of obligation."

I haven't read many poems, but of the few that I have read, this is the only one that has ever stuck with me. It sums up everything I believe about living on this earth. About people, about God, about planes trains and automobiles. You're on your own.

It is your choice whether or not you would die for somebody else
It is going to be your downfall if you expect the same in return.

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 22:02:07 GMT

Sometimes you'll find yourself entrenched in shit.
Get yourself out of it.

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 06:48:49 GMT

You are not owed anything and the world is not out to eat your shorts.

Today is not the end all be all. Death is. And vultures.