“The End of Carnality is the Beginning of Facebook” (Paper Monument) Via The World’s Best Ever
a lot of people would say that listening to your own music a lot is akin to masturbating to a picture of yourself, but i think it’s more like sitting in the most comfortable chair ever BUT YOU BUILT THE CHAIR YOURSELF.
This better be all over tumblr.
So damn true.
I wanna say “look at the cool guys, all talking about their bands and what not” but this is completely true, unless of course you are pulling it while listening to your own music.
“Each week the writers of The A.V. Club issue a slightly slanted pop-culture list filled with challenging opinions (Is David Bowie’s “Young Americans” nearly ruined by saxophone?) and fascinating facts. Explore 24 great films too painful to watch twice, 14 tragic movie-masturbation scenes, 18 songs about crappy cities, and much more Inventory combines a massive helping of new lists created especially for the book with a few favorites first seen at avclub.com and in the pages of The A.V. Club’s sister publication, The Onion. But wait! There’s more: A bunch of celebrity types contributed lists of their own to the book. And there’s an epic foreword by essayist Chuck Klosterman.”
In Philly last weekend my friends and I had a discussion about just how much useless shit I’ve packed into my head. Naturally, my response to this conversation was to buy “Inventory” and proceed to continue the trivial gluttony. Knowing how many Ramones songs have the word “Wanna” in the title won’t win me a Nobel Prize, but few can argue that it won’t make me the coolest person at any given social gathering.
Costume options now that I’ve purchased the closest approximation of Hank Hill’s glasses from the Halloween store:
- O.G. Hank Hill - As seen in most episodes of “King of the Hill” (Left)
- Junichiro Hill - Cotton Hill’s illegitimate Japanese son as seen in the episode “Returning Japanese” (Right)
- Bald Hank Hill - As seen in the episode “Stay True to Your Fool” where it’s revealed that Hank had Bill’s name tattooed on the back of his head because he was his hero and wanted the tattoo in an inconspicuous place. (Not pictured)
I’m going to run with #1, but the “King of the Hill” enthusiast in me really loves the obscurity of #3. Tough life.
Three cheers to the baddest man to bite it all year. RIP Captain Lou.
this is a pretty good article, which is rare for CNN lately. i’m vegetarian, and (not that it’s a surprise, but) anthony bourdain hits the nail on the head for me.
Anthony Bourdain also said this:
“Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn. To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living. Vegetarians are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit, and an affront to all I stand for, the pure enjoyment of food. The body, these waterheads imagine, is a temple that should not be polluted by animal protein. It’s healthier, they insist, though every vegetarian waiter I’ve worked with is brought down by any rumor of a cold. Oh, I’ll accommodate them, I’ll rummage around for something to feed them, for a ‘vegetarian plate’, if called on to do so. Fourteen dollars for a few slices of grilled eggplant and zucchini suits my food cost fine.”
Bourdain being a smug asshole aside, I can count the number of times I’ve eaten beef since I started eating meat again in the spring on one hand. There’s no excuse for the heinous shit that we allow ourselves to consume. Even though I eat sparing amounts of meat now I still eat vegetarian meals more than half of the time, and I’m healthier now than I have been at any point in my life, vegetarian or otherwise.
Definitely.
I would tell them to go to hell. That’s a question I will not tolerate. If they can’t handle it, go home. Or wet your pants. Do whatever you like. But it’s not a question that can be answered.
Maurice Sendak, when asked “What do you say to parents who think the Wild Things film may be too scary?” (Full interview)
One of my friend’s punk bands in high school had a song called “Dave Attell,” that was all about coffee and sleep deprivation. That was almost 10 years ago, but every now and then I look back and laugh, because it means more to me today than it did then.
