The Jim and Them Halloween Special '09

Like Craig Owens If He Had a Pair

  One day I was just chillin, listen to some chill ass Sublime when something in my soul was ignited. I was suddenly compelled to throw off the shackles of my suburban, white (allegedly), middle class life and go out and shake the world. I decided I was going to start a movement.
 
A movement without a name, or a cause, or even a point. A musical revolution the likes of which no man, woman, or bro had ever seen or felt before.

 I was so energized by the thought I was going to leap off of my couch and shout it from the rooftops and dance like king David did (Naked, with a big dick)!
But then I realized I was listening to fucking sublime and shot myself in the face.
Nobody came to the funeral.

THE END.

Week in, and Week out.

I can't think of a worse fate then to be forever doomed to work with the general public, forever having to listen to their concerns about how sometimes their phone doesn't work fast enough, or how they won't buy korean because they "don't want no chinaman making their dishwasher".
Am I the only person in the world who goes into a store and looks for things themselves? Does everyone else imediately go up to the first employee they see, huff impatiently when they have to wait in line (like they learned to do in elementary school) and ask if they have the most obscure, hard to find (and most likely non-existant) item they can think of?
"Do you have wool  combs?"
What?
"WOOL COMBS, LIKE A COMB FOR A SHEEP!"
That doesn't exist
"WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR MANAGER YOU LITTLE SNOT"
Hold on sir, let me get him
Then I gut them with my bowie knife because I'm fucking rambo.
-Love,
 Jeff

Interesting...

Last night was entertaining to say the least, sometimes the people you never would expect go crazy.
Brief recap:
-Dark Crystal
-Beer's gross
-Watched geeksquad as a whole get very drunk
- GIANT BEAR HUG
- WHERE'S PAUL?
- GREENMAN
- Very revealing Bruno costume
- Broken bookshelf
- Watched someone puke into walmart bag
- Some kid no one knew wanted to nerd rage and fight a drunk kid
- Got a ride home from a upstanding young gentleman by the name of Jazz
-Slept
and now in the present I'm making macaroni and cheese (or Hard Mac as I like to call it)
Work in a little bit, then Where the Wild Things Are with my baby boo.

Manchester Orchestra, Brand New 10/23/09

Great show, caught an acoustic set from Brand New at Zia on Eastern (also picked up the Japandroids record)
then ran on down to house o' blues to see em.

Acoustic Setlist: Bought a Bride, Bed, Tommy Gun, Jesus Christ, At the Bottom

Setlist(no particular order): You Won't Know, Degausser, Tommy Gun, Sowing Season (Yeah), Sic Transit Gloria No Seatbelt Song, At the Bottom, Gasoline, You Stole, Vices Bought a Bride, Luca, Play Crack the Sky Lit cover, Jesus Christ, Bed, In a Jar, Sink, Jaws Theme Swimming

 

Quote of the Day: (Jesse Lacey in response to some chick asking him to play a manchester orchestra song as the last song of the acoustic set) "We don't do that...If you like we could just stop playing now and you could go pick up the new T-pain record. That comment wasn't anything against you, I just looked around and he was the first poster I saw...Personally I think his use of the vocoder is new and innovative."

Just when you thought you were safe...BOOM GRINDTOWN CITY (The movie)

There's no greater joy to be had then shredding a gnarly handplant while some pedestrian goes "ooo don't do that that's my mother's grave"
Shut up square, you don't understand, because you're in a cage man. A cage manufactured out of fear. Fear that you can't be Xtreme because "it's disrespectful" or "I'm scared" or "why are you doing this to me, I just want to mourn my mother's death in peace"
Shut up queer.
You're the man that keeps us down, I see you in the face of every sign that says "no skateboarding" or the old guy at Ace hardware who says "Stop huffing all our paint, either buy something or get out of my store"
I know you for what you really are. A fake, a fraud, a waste of air.
Plus what are you gonna do about it, you're eight and I could smash you.
-Love,
Jeff

This post is dedicated to all the men and women who gave their lives on 9/11

If there's one thing I think we all can agree on it's that vagina's, on average, look terrible.
Now I know, I know...they feel great. And yes, I'm a gigantic homo for saying this, you're right... touche good sir. But look at the facts.

1. they look like gunshot wounds
2. they smell like mortuaries
3. they get infected more than an open sore
4. the flavor has room for improvement.

Now before you freak out and say I'm just some sexist asshole who hates women, I just want to make this clear. I love sex, particularly with women... in fact I get so much sex that people (especially Jake) call me the sex guru, and my lawyers are hammering out the details on a law suit directed towards the Mike Myers estate for copyright infringement.

No this post isn't a vaginal smear campaign (haha vagina smear, I'm the best) but rather a call to stop being polite and start being real... Ladies, your vagina's are gross, so maybe spruce them up a bit. Throw some glitter down there or maybe a bowtie.

s'all I'm sayin.
this is the greatest blog in the history of blogdom.

At the Drive-in is the greatest band of the late nineties early 2000's and if you disagree you're a fucking piece of shit

See above.