Die Antwoord - nsfw post!

Ay yai yai, this video creeps me out so very much. Mega NSFW, with very creepy men and a very strange Yo-Landi, a ridiculous mustache, much swearing, bugs on people's faces, home made tattoos and such words as 'faggot' and 'fuck you in the ass' all up in there. I thought the second video was more interesting than the music video, Ninja defends explains their use of the word faggot in the song.

Lomo Action Sampler Camera - Rob Zombie Pics

When I went to the Slayer/Rob Zombie show I thought "what the hell, I'm gonna do an experiment" and brought my Lomo Action Sampler camera along. It's the toy-est of the toy cameras. I mean...look at this thing:

I figured...well, might as well try it. And it's small enough and durable enough to take into the mosh pits and through a sweaty nasty crowd.

Every once in a while I'd just put my hand up in the air and kind of...shoot toward the stage, because that was the best I could do, it's not like I could line up a perfect shot with perfect lighting. I really hoped with all my might that these would kind of turn out cool, and not just all black like the time I used that camera at night at the carnival. I thought the lighting was good enough. Nope.

Um...it worked awesomely! Guys, next time you go to a concert, bring a toy camera with no flash. You don't have to worry about people trying to steal it because they won't even know what the hell it is. And the results you get are hilarious! I think you can really get a feel for what it felt like to be short little me in the crowd.

Okay, without further adieu...Rob Zombie's light show. I mean, concert. I know it's very small, but look at the screens and props too if you can. Pretty neat what this camera captured.

And I like this one the best:

I'll post the Slayer ones later. They're funny, sooo many pentagrams. hahaha

Fangirl stuff.

I saw Slayer and Rob Zombie last night. I got punched in the ear and other people's sweat all over me, but it was so fun anyway. It was my first time going to a concet by myself EVER, and I think I will be doing that more often. I didn't give a fuck what I was doing. And I could just worm my way up to the stage without worrying about my friend getting kicked by that one shirtless guy or whatever. 

I was all like "FUCKING SLAYER" and giving the metal horns and stuff un-self-consciously. It was quite fun. My neck is sore today. And my ears are still ringing a bit.

Have you ever noticed that Rob Zombie's music is pretty much just dance music? I really enjoyed his set for all the visuals, mostly. (*cough* plus he's kinda handsome or whatever *cough*) He had fire and lights and videos and people in costume...he even had a faux (I think) movie trailer starring his lady and Nick Cage, and a real scary giant robot. And John 5 and Ginger Fish who both played for Marilyn Manson at different times too, which high school me was excited about. And they played a few old White Zombie hits which made my day. Although I was like, the only old person who knew the songs. Or knew who Ginger Fish was for that matter.

I was telling Ryan when I got home that the contrast between the two sets was immense. Rob Zombie had like fourty costume changes, beach balls, light shows, pauses to make fun of the lame Victoria crowd and make us chant his name (?), special effects, pyrotechnics and more. Slayer, on the other hand, had two eagle-pentagram logo things, and a banner that said "Slayer". And they just came out and were like  "MELT YOUR FACE" no break, I don't even think Tom took a breath. And at the end they politely said "Thank you for coming." And it was the best ever.

By the way, Slayer has been together for thirty years. Can you believe it? They almost have the original lineup too, but Jeff Hanneman got the flesh eating disease on his arm and had to quit the band this year. (How lame/metal is that?)
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Crack Crack, Crackity Jones! Woop woop!

Ryan and I saw The Pixies last night! And it was exactly what I expected: AAAAAMAZING. Not only was it The Pixies, which would have been enough on its own, but they sounded really damn good too. (I'm trying to resist putting "for their age" here, but come on, we're all thinking it...voices change. Energy levels change.) It's always a gamble seeing your favorite band from fifteen years ago.

And whoever put together their visual effects and light show are geniuses. Before they even came on the stage they built up the suspense by playing creepy music and showing clips from Un Chien Andalou (including that horrible horrible first scene with the eyeball! NOOOO!). Here's a quick video someone took in Detroit a couple weeks ago, it shows my favorite two songs of the show, it was the highest energy moment for sure. And those dolls during Crackity Jones? (1:45-end of video) Nightmares.

If you get a chance to see these fellas and lady play, take it. 

That is all.

p.s. Guess who sings La-La Love You. The drummer! I've always wondered.

Music Monday, ranting and recanting?

For those of you who don't follow me on Twitter...well honestly you're not really missing much.Once in a while I'll retweet something hilarious a celebrity said, or I'll write that my bus hasn't arrived yet, or have a prolonged conversation about reading material with Erin. Riveting. Anyway, yesterday I was zooming through my bloglovin' queue of 167 blog posts I had to read, and I noticed something...

That's right, I am a skimmer. Unless you're wearing a dinosaur costume or holding a kitten I think your clothes are boring. But here's the shitty thing that I noticed. You know what else is boring? Music Monday.

At least I know when I'm wrong. Goodbye Music Monday. You were a chore anyway.

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Update: I do like things, I swear. A few people were all like "So uh, do you like anything, jerk?"
YES! I love blogs! LOOOOOVVVVE YOU GUYS.

I also like seeing your collections, passions, hearing how you met your significant other, funny things your kids or neighbors do, your dreams, wishes, rants about school, travel pictures and stories, your trouble with coworkers, what inspires you, your scariest moments, your saddest moments, your happiest moments, crafts, nature, grammar, dating stories, irrational fears ...

ETCETERA.

So, to recap, you are all interesting people. But...I don't like looking at clothes and song lyrics. The end.

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Update part 2: I forgot that I do like to know what Kaylah at the Dainty Squid is wearing for some reason. It's probably all the colors...and cats in the pictures! :)

We went out on Saturday. The end of the night got kinda weird.

Ryan and I went to a dubstep show on Saturday. Yeah, you heard right. At least I think it was dubstep. I get totally lost every time someone starts talking musical subgenres. And I'll be honest, I went into the show with a super negative attitude; if there's not guitars, punching and yelling I'm usually not anywhere near live music. But Ryan really likes these guys, and he promised to buy me drinks so we went together.

I was pleasantly surprised. It's still not really my cup'o'tea but it wasn't terrible, and there were way less hippies than I was expecting. Here's some examples of the music...PK Sound did the sound, and if you don't know who they are then never mind, but they're like, the best sound guys in Canada. So imagine this music louder than any music you've ever heard live. It's kind of heavy and evil sounding.

This is Mark Instinct (who I actually thought was kind of cool):

 

This is Subvert (who I didn't care for, we left halfway through his set...just too dance-music-y):

Here's a picture of us watching Mark Instinct. We're way up on the balcony. There's a bar up there and a phenomenal view. But uh, it looks like I was more interested in talking to Ryan, haha. We stayed up there most of the night because everywhere else was completely packed with people dancing way too hard and/or slutty. I was scared. :)

We were offered MDMA like a thousand times at that show. I guess that's the cool thing to do these days? And I was all like "Hugs, not drugs." A local graffiti guy, PESTO, designed the stage, it's hard to tell from this photo but it's built out of a bunch of tree branches and in the back there were dancers?

Photo stolen from Charlotte Dobre's facebook pics. 

She is a fantastic photographer by the way! Check out her website HERE. 

She has the best job. Ever.

 

Here are some random conversations I overheard/was part of that night:

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(Standing in line to go into the show, there were 20 year old boys behind us who kept somehow butting in front of us, one by one, and were talking over our heads.)

Boy 1: Remember that party at Jeff's house? And you had that Garbage Pail Kids jacket on? That was hilarious.

Boy 2: Garbage Pa...no, that wasn't me.

Boy 1: No, yeah. I'm pretty sure it was.

Boy 2: Listen, I'm pretty sure I'd remember having a Garbage Pail kids jacket.

Boy 1: Oh wait, no, it wasn't you. That was Ian (insert last name of guy I know here)

Me: LOL (Because of course he has a Garbage Pail Kids jacket, why wouldn't he?)

Boy 1: (To Ryan and I) Hey do you girls have a pen in your purse?

Me: (Glaring at him, because um, Ryan's a man and I didn't even have a damn purse.)

Ryan: Oh yeah, I think I saw one at the back of the line!

Boy 1: (Oblivious) Huh. Well thanks anyway.

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(Outside, 2AM-ish, Ryan and I were just about to leave when we ran into our hilarious friend who was just on his way back in to find somebody. He wants to smoke a cigarette and we decide to stand with him and wait for a taxi to drive by. A kid in a t-shirt walks up to us.)

Kid: Why are you outside? Don't you like the music?

Ryan: Yeah man, but I don't like the direction Subvert is taking the music (technical words I don't understand).

Me: Not really.(I'm tired and kind of grouchy because 50 taxis are pulling up, looking at us and leaving.)

Kid: (Turns to me.) WHAT? YOU DON'T LIKE DUBSTEP? What do you like? Hakuna Matata?

Me: Hahaha. Yep. That's what I like. 

Kid: You guys have a light? 

Me: (Picking up a matchbook off the sidewalk with one match left in it.) Here ya go.

Kid: Thanks. 

Ryan: You only have ONE CHANCE!

Friend of ours: Yeah! Light it or you have to suck our dicks.

Me: (WTF look on my face)

Ryan: (Laughing) (He had a lot more to drink than I did)

Kid: Well....how about just his? (Gestures to Ryan.)

Me: You're considering it?

Kid: My girlfriend just had an abortion and we broke up.

Us all: (Tugging on our collars, Simpsons style, because suddenly he's not so funny.)

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(In the taxi home)

Taxi driver: I'm just glad you guys are like, normal people for once.

Ryan: Yeah I bet you get drunk assholes all the time.

Taxi driver: Don't even get me started.

(We sit in silence for a minute.)

Taxi Driver: You wouldn't believe the week I've had.

Me: Oh, really?

Taxi driver: Yeah. Fucking crazy.

Me: Mmhm?

Taxi driver: Like, the worst week of my life.

Ryan: What happened?

Taxi driver: You don't even want to know.

(We sit in silence for a minute.)

Taxi driver: I really need to get this off my chest. Can I tell you guys something?

Ryan: Sure, man.

Me: Yeah, totally. What's up?

Taxi driver: My friend, well no, not my friend. This guy I know from a long time back...you know when it was snowing a few weeks ago? 

Me: Yeah.

Taxi driver: Well I found out he had nowhere to stay, he was on the streets, so I told him he could come stay with me. You know, do something nice for the guy.

Ryan: Mhm.

Taxi driver: So anyway he was just like, staying on my couch and then one day he was gone and the cops come to my door at like eight in the morning and it turns out he fucking murdered somebody and they had him in custody and they want me to come in for questioning. 

Me: Wait, what?

Taxi driver: And I mean, like he woke up one morning in my house, went out, fucking murdered somebody, came back and then I took him shopping at Walmart.

Ryan: Uh...

Taxi driver: It was like, he walked in just as I was leaving and I said "Hey I'm going to the store" and he was like "Can I come with you? I need to pick up a few things." And then we went shopping together just like everything was normal. How can I ever trust anybody ever again?

Me: Uh...holy shit.

Taxi driver: And now they want me to go to court at eight in the morning as like, a witness. I never get out of bed until like two in the afternoon, I'm gonna be all tired in court. Well, here we are, you guys have a good night. 

Me: Yeah. Good luck with that...murder...investigation...

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Also? That murder happened in my neighborhood. Sweet.

testing testing

Let's see if I can get music onto this thing...


                           

Ooh! I think it worked!

Radiohead Rediscovered

 I realize that only people who really like the band already

are even going to read past the title of this post, 

so this one's for you, guys! 

I've recently begun re-loving Radiohead. They were one of my go-to pretty and fun to sing along to bands in high school, and over the years I got too "cool" or "hard core" or something for them. But now that I'm old enough to not give a care who knows what I like, I'm saying it loud and proud. 

One of my walking in the snow songs of choice these days is Exit Music (for a film). If you have never listened to this song, give it a chance. You have to be alone, somewhere quiet. And wait for it. It's an excruciatingly slow build to a quick crescendo near the end of the song, 

but you won't be disappointed if you just let it roll over you.

Here, I'll even do the super cool emo blogger thing and put the lyrics underneath the video, 

so you can sing along if you want or whatever. 

Wake from your sleep, the drying of your tears, Today we escape, we escape. Pack and get dressed before your father hears us, before all hell breaks loose. (chorus) Breathe, keep breathing, don't lose your nerve. Breathe, keep breathing, I can't do this alone. Sing us a song, a song to keep us warm, there's such a chill, such a chill. And you can laugh a spineless laugh, we hope your rules and wisdom choke you. And now we are one in everlasting peace, we hope that you choke, that you choke, etc.

 

Here are a couple more of my olde tyme Radiohead favorites, since I'm already totally doing this.

 

Just. This is one of the best music videos ever. Also, the song is catchy as hell.

 

Fake Plastic Trees. As a lusty teenaged girl I briefly thought I fell in love 

with Thom Yorke after seeing this. (haha, ew)

Paranoid Android. I also love singing trying to sing to this one, and the video is fantastic. 

 

Creep. Who didn't slow dance with someone to this in middle school 

and then when the chorus came on 

try to headbang and totally ruined the moment? Just me?

 

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 Any other closet Radiohead lovers in the house? 

deer family

Yesterday morning I burst out the front door as usual: fiddling with my iPod, tugging my shirt down, still trying to get my shoe all the way on my foot, holding out a hand to feel if it really was raining or just another grey grey day. I always do this. I leave leaving to the very last second. Especially when Ryan's actually around in the morning. Usually I have to leave before he wakes up, or he's just getting home and falling straight into bed from his graveyard shift at the residential group home for disabled adults, exhausted.

Yesterday he was up and we were having coffee together. Probably holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. You know, regular boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.

So of course I was ... not late, exactly. Just...so close to being late that I had to speed-walk most of the way to the bus stop and hope I don't see it drive by when I'm like thirty steps away like it always seems to do.

I put my earbuds in my ears, and put the songs on shuffle. Please be something good, I thought. Sometimes I let the iPod give me the soundtrack to my day, I'm not allowed to change the song. It's a game where the music determines the mood of my day and creates my own personal music video.

Stevie Wonder. Yes!

Just then, I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. I thought it was probably just the super annoying kid from across the street who goes through our recycling box (?) and "Plays" with his dog right outside our bedroom window every time Ryan is trying to sleep. (By 'plays' I mean 'holds a stick in the air and yells get it. Get it. Get it. and the dog barks and barks.' It's super awesome.)

I turned and looked, with my best glaring face on.

No, not the neighbor kid. Instead it was...A DEER FAMILY!
I froze. And then said "HOLY SHIT" out loud. That's how surprised I was. And scared.

No, wait. Not...scared. I'm not scared of deer. That's ridiculous. In fact, when I worked on the bee-farm they made me carry a whip to hit the deer who were eating the strawberries with and yeah, I might have whipped a deer or two. And chased them with quads. Which they are not afraid of for some reason. I practically ran one over one time. It was just like "WTF?" and looked at me like I was the crazy one. Which I was.

Anyway...I was...surprised. And so I shouted swearwords of surprise. And they were also like "WTF?" and just kinda stared at me.


And then I did the most rational thing ever. I took pictures of them while simultaneously phoning Ryan to tell him about the deer and how I was scare...no, SURPRISED by them.

In the meantime they moved on, because apparently deer are too cool to hang out with someone as cool and calm as I was.



Ryan was largely unimpressed with my phone call. He was laughing, and I'm pretty sure it was at me, not with me.

After the deer turned the corner back towards the woods behind our house, I kept walking. Stevie was over and it was Radiohead. The day turned greyer and the mood was melancholy beautiful. I mean, yeah...I saw deer after hands holding and coffee. And I was wearing the radical new hoodie Ryan bought for himself but then realized it was a woman's hoodie after he got it home and it just happened to fit me. And it's grey which is my favorite color to wear.
So yeah, it was a pretty alright kinda morning.

About half-way to the bus stop, my bag started vibrating. (That's what he said) The call display said 'call if found' which is code for 'my house', you know, in case I lose my telephone, right? SMRT.

I thought it was gonna be Ryan, but when I answered I got a... SURPRISE.

Me: Hello? (smiling)

Caller: (weird voice, kind of like bullwinkle the moose) Hello, is this Nova?

Me: (laugh) Yes.

Caller: Hello Nova, my name is mister deer.

Me: (double laugh) How'd you get this number?

Caller: I just phoned to tell you not to be scared of me and my family!

Me: (laugh more) Oh! Thanks for calling.

Caller: You're welcome! I have to go now, but remember, don't be scared of me and my family!

Me: Okay! Thanks!

Caller: Bye. Don't be scared of us!

Me: I won't! Bye!

And I couldn't stop laughing to myself like a crazy person all the way to the bus stop. Hope nobody saw me!

s'africa

My boyfriend rules.

He surprised me with tickets to go see Die Antwoord and um, also he's cute and stuff. Anyway so I'm totally stoked to see NINJA:


YO-LANDI VI$$ER


and DJ HI-TEK do some of this. (Who raps in Pink Floyd boxers? ... or in a Taxi? Haha) I mean...how can you not love these people, man?



Anyway, the point of this entry is that Ryan went to get his hair cut up at The Lab yesterday, and happened to mention that we're going to the show in a few weeks. Well, the stylist happened to also be a fan of them and asked Ryan if he could do something a little special with his haircut. Ryan said sure, whatever.

25 minutes later, he was still cutting the back.

35 minutes...

45 effing minutes. "I'm really getting into this, man." He told Ryan.

Ryan was like WHAT THE F***?

Finally the guy was done. He held the mirror up in front of Ryan so he could see the back of his head.

"What...?"

"I cut South Africa into your hair."

HAHAHA it's so awesome.

connect the moments

Crazy, I just put two and two together and realized I hung out with the singer of The Smalls once as a teenager. I was just kind of listening to random songs I like on the YouTube instead of doing work, and the face belonging to the voice I know so well brought back a super random memory from high school.



My friend was driving down dusty back roads in central Alberta one summer day. We were with a random guy whose name was Mike. I remembered him all these years because my friend and him were smoking a joint and she was emphatically trying to convince him to get his band to play at some outdoor music festival and he wasn't sure about it. I was just sitting in the back trying to act cool, like I didn't care that this guy was in some band or whatever. And I'm pretty sure I was either deathly hung over or drinking at the time. He was older than us and I think maybe her and him were an item of some kind, but I'm not sure. That was in her terrible drugs 'till you drop phase...I wonder if she would even remember this.

But I do. The scene is really clear in my mind. I even remember somebody saying 'The Smalls' but back then I didn't know who they were and didn't care. I actually only really started liking them in my mid 20s. Which I am still in. That is to say, recently.

I don't know, just felt like sharing. I love it when a moment finally makes sense. It's like "Oh, those THE SMALLS, yeah, I totally know that band.'

Neat.

Mo' music.

Whenever somebody says to me that they 'love all music...except country' I wonder if that also means bluegrass ... you can't not love bluegrass.



(The guy in the overalls look so much like my friend's little brother!)


I used to think I didn't like any rap or hip hop but the guys at work are really changing my mind about that as well. You can't limit yourself, music-wise. I have found I even like (some) bollywood stuff, turkish folk music, russian pop, crazy south african hip hop*, classical music and yeah, even some pop country songs.

*If you have never heard of DIE ANTWOORD, well, you have now. They're from South Africa and sing in English, Afrikaans and Dutch, and they're crazy. In a good way. Plus, that guy's tattoos are fucking sweet.

favorite song of the day

I'm pretty sure anybody who doesn't get feelings when they listen to Maynard James Keenan sing has no soul.

ICP is not for me

Well, Facebook has done it again. It connected me with somebody I never ever wanted to see after moving away from my home town.

Again.

This guy...I'm just gonna say it: He sold drugs to my friends. And I'm not talking a little pot. He was kind of a mule, I suppose, as he was always coming straight from Edmonton to whatever party I had snuck out my bedroom window to attend that evening. (sorry mom)

He was the first person I've ever known who carried a gun, and he was the first person I knew who had forearm tattoos. He was also the first person I walked in on while he was shooting heroin in the other room. I was completely oblivious to what kind of people my friends were. Looking back I think 'what the hell were they doing hanging out with teenage girls?' but then I don't want to think about that. Gross.

Anyway this guy ... he was scary. Still is, as far as I'm concerned. He's extremely tall, and has a voice like a giant. I can't separate rumors from truth about him...he's the bad guy of legend in our home town, and so I am pretty sure he has done it all. All the bad stuff.

He requested to be my friend on Facebook a couple days ago.

Whatthefuck?

Are we 'friends'? Like...at all?

Like...

really?

REALLY?



no.



I honestly kept the request waiting for a couple days to let it sink in. First of all...he has a facebook account. I didn't realize fucking frankendraculas were allowed to use the computer.

Secondly, he remembers who I am even though I haven't seen him since I was about fifteen years old, which is weird.

Third...he's still alive? Not in jail? Shocking stuff.

So I thought 'meh, might as well check out his profile.'

There were pictures of KIDS (he has children?!?!?!?!), dogs, oil rigs, really cold looking winters, ...typical Alberta stuff.

"okay," I thought, "he seems like a normal human after all."

And then I got to his 'about me' section ... the best part was the 'favorite books'...there was only one, entitled something like: Violent J: behind the makeup

Do you know who Violent J is?
Ever heard of Insane Clown Posse?



HAHAHAHAHA

Listen to the lyrics in this song. This is not a joke song. It's serious. In fact, I'm gonna post the lyrics below so you can read along. I'll put the awesome parts in bold so you can really appreciate their ... depth and intelligence. My comments are in red.



We got a theory, see like, we got a theory about magic and miracles. That’s right…

If magic is all we ever known then it’s easy to miss what really goes on, but I have seen miracles in every way and it have seen miracles every day, (awesome rhyme, guys) Oceans spanding beyond my site, (this isn't ICP's fault but whoever transcribed this song was clearly a genius) and a million stars way above em at night, we don’t have to be high to look in the sky, and know that is a miracle open wide. (what does that even mean?)

Look at the mountains trees the seven seas, and everything chillin under water please, hot lava, snow, rain and fog, long neck giraffes, pet cats and dogs. I have seen 85 thousand people all in one room together as equal, pure magic is the birth of my kids I’ve seen shit that shock your eyelids, (hahahaha!!!)the sun and the moon even mars the milky way fuckin shooting stars, ufo’s, (really?) a river flows, plant a little seed and nature grows, Niagara falls and the pyramids, everything you believed in as kids, fuckin rainbows after it rains, there’s enough miracles here to blow your brain, I fed a fish to a pelican and Frisco bay and he tried to eat my cell phone he ran away, (um...what?) and music is magic pure and clean you feel it you can hear it and it can’t be seen.

Are you a believer in miracles? (Music it’s all magic, you can’t even hold it) Do you notice and recognize miracles? It’s just there in the air, are you a believer in miracles? (Pure motherfucking magic, this shit will blow your MF mind.)

Music is a lot like love, it’s all a feeling and it fills the room from the floor to the ceiling, I’ve seen miracles all around me, stop and look around its all astounding, water, fire air and dirt, fucking magnets, how do they work? (Hahahahaha!! I think this is my favorite line)I don’t want to talk to a scientist, ya’ll MF lying and getting me pissed,(yeah, scientists are lying...it's all just magic) solar eclipse and vicious weather, 15,000 Juggalos together (I hope I never have to see 15,000 Juggalos at once...ew) and I love my mom for giving me this time on this planet, take nothing for granted, I seen a caterpillar turn into a butterfly, miracles aint nothing to lye (?), shaggys little boys look just like shaggy and my little boy looks just like daddy, miracles each and everywhere you look and nobody has to stay where they put, this world is yours for you to explore, it’s nothing but miracles beyond your doors, the dark carnival is your invitation,(sorry 'dark carnival', I'm busy that day) to witness that of there our explanation,(?) take a look at this fine creation and enjoy it better with appreciation, (really?) crows, ghosts, the midnight coasts, the wonders of the world, mysteries, the most (the most? what?). Just open your mind and in no way to ignore the miracles of everyday, that’s real.
Are you a believer in miracles? (Magic every in this bitch, it’s all around you and you don’t even know it.) Do you notice and recognize miracles? It’s just there in the air, are you a believer in miracles? (Pure motherfucking magic, this shit will blow your MF mind.) (I don't think the transcriber really paid attention here at the end...it totally doesn't match up. Whatever.)

Saturday Night Live recently made a video parody of it...it's awesome.


What the fuck is a clock? hahahahaha


So thank you, terrifying guy from my past, for making me realize just how much I've changed and what I escaped when I left all that behind.

And if you find this blog please don't kill me.

:)

I also found this guy, who is totally taking the piss out of 'juggalos'. Nice one.

Pants On The Ground

I'm not going to get too into it, but come on. That guy was awesome.

And that song is gonna be famous by next year. You all know I'm right.