The Drabble daughter has the Millennium TV show guy’s power.

What.
The.
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QUACK YOU MOTHERFUCKERS QUACK!

Seriously, you need to keep track of your shit. If you insist on being careless, someone may come across your lost trove of family pictures and make a Youtube video like this:

This means those pictures files are still floating around somewhere. Oh my…

I went to this website yesterday an’ looked at archives and saw TAD GREELY being a douchenuts and posting things! WTF he is not the blogger I AM THE BLOGGER I screamed.

I did not know how to find out who Tad was, his author link was a lie because he had it set to mine (mine is a lie too)! That was bullshit and Tad knew it. I hate Tad, and not because of his new post, but because he has plagued my existence for too long! He was there when I saw the Challenger blow up, for example.

“Touching, ” he said behind me in first grade class, “This is truly one of the most dramatic and tragic things I believe I have ever witnessed. I am trying to repress my tears, but I fear I may break down the more apparent it becomes to me that the fate of those brave men and women was quite horrifying indeed….do you htink any of them are still alive, and know they are doomed?”

“GODDAMMIT TAD,” I said, “You just made me pee in my weird plastic hole-chair!”

Ever since then, Tad has been nearby to make horrible things even worse with his retarded empathy.

I am going to murder him in his sleep.

I think this is a picture of Tad Greely, I thought he would look like some Santa Cruz hippie but no he is just a handsome fuckface.

It’s actually not that bad to get missed by the coathanger. I spend my days scratching at the soft spot in my skull and enjoying the fuzzy blue glow that seems to envelop everything around me.

I am serious. For $110,000 this could be yours:

The Batmobile for The Batman

John Brunner kinda called out the killing spree thing early on, didn’t he?

HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK

I was listening late Monday night to the rerun of Forum on KQED, which is usually kinda okay, kinda boring, usually way more interesting until people actually start calling in and ruining everything. I know I should like the callers more, especially with a show named “Forum” but come one. I live in the San Francisco Bay Area and some of the dumbfucks who call in are just intolerable in their smugness. Or they are just stupid as hell. I really like Mr. Krasny as he is actually quite awesome.

Anyway, Michael Krasny and David Levitin were talking about music and the development of the human consciousness and all that, and it was actually pretty good. Then this guy called in, rambling a bit, and all of a sudden he says I AM A HEROIN ADDICT and their whole show just turns…fucked up. The hosts take it in stride, but I can only imagine their “HOLY SHIT” faces when he dropped the H-bomb. On a completely unrelated subject.

The show is archived, of course, and here is the source:

http://www.kqed.org/epArchive/R808251000

The direct download is here, in mp3 format.

You can list to the whole half-hour affair, or just skip ahead twenty minutes or so, since the show closes on his call…!

Or is it?

Cool, Milemarker is back (this is an oldie but goodie):

Lyrics from SongMeanings:

If it’s not the radio waves coming from the tower on the hill that cloud our heads, then it’s the one we see everyday, the one who’s locked in our skin. But that’s the last idea-that it’s the first of kin. We’ve got to take it back. We’ve got to take it back. We sleep to sew the seams that we oppose. We’ve got to take it back. We’ve got to take it back. We shrink to fit in our pre-assigned roles.

Resist with each stitch.

Split the seams and start all over again.

Cut the pattern that fits.

Ready-made rarely means ready to fit.

A bleached white tightness to bind and gag and scold The lines seen fit to fight will soon become our own. Skipping skimmed meals waiting, maintaining this waning form. The lines we fought to fit have now become our own.

We should not be tied down by roughly cut threads from the patterns of the CEOS. We must learn to tie up their tower and it starts with ourselves. They need no spokesman if you have no voice. We’ve got to take it back. We’ve got to take it back. We sleep to sew the seams that we oppose. We’ve got to take it back. We’ve got to take it back. We shrink to fit in our pre-assigned roles.

Resist with each stitch.

Split the seams and start all over again.

Cut the pattern that fits.

Ready-made rarely means ready to fit.

A bleached white tightness to bind and gag and scold The lines seen fit to fight will soon become our own. Skipping skimmed meals waiting, maintaining this waning form. The lines we fought to fit have now become our own.

A bleached white tightness to bind and gag and scold The lines seen fit to fight will soon become our own. Skipping skimmed meals waiting, maintaining this waning form. The lines we fought to fit have now become our own.

A bleached white tightness to bind and gag and scold The lines seen fit to fight will soon become our own. Skipping skimmed meals waiting, maintaining this waning form. The lines we fought to fit have now become our own.

(yes I am having a grumpy morning, but I love this song and the lady-singer’s rad Betty-Boop accent that pops in and out of her singing at times)

Good job there, Boss! Good employees are invaluable and anything that helps them out is just as good for business as it is for them!