MDC - John Wayne was a Nazi
I’m trying to convince myself that going outside isn’t the worst idea ever. I thought this song might help.
Assfactor 4 - “I Reckon”
It’s a question I’ve been asked a lot these days: ”What’s wrong with your home state?” This past year, we’ve had the soul-mate-lovin’-non-Appalachian-trail-hikin’ Gov. Mark Sanford, Joe “You Lie!” Wilson, and cemetery-prostitute-sexin’ Assist. Attorney General Roland Corning. And now, to top it all off, enter Andre “Don’t Feed the Poor, Kill Them” Bauer. Fuck, not even Mississippi has been this bad.
South Carolina has a long history of crazy politicians and demigods who have a disproportionate influence on the national discourse. But the state is much more than Bob Jones and Bob Inglis. This Assfactor 4 song reminds us of why everyone I know from SC holds parts of it close to their heart:
Riding Piggy Back through Kudzu. Red mosquito bites spot my legs. sometimes I think of what it’s like, getting out of here. and what the rest of the country thinks of where I live-if all ya’ll see is see is segregation and civil war. and before you buy the hazard boys and jim crow, I hope you meet fried okra, goofy smiles, and sweet iced tea among folks I call friends in a place that I call home
Helpful chart for when you can’t decide when to walk away and when to eat.
Kill Holiday - “Out Going.”
I still have a tape player largely because of Kill Holiday’s Monitor Dependency EP. I now have it digitally. Thanks internet.
I have a lot of bad dreams. Not nightmares, but inane visions and boring fantasies. Last night, I had an “epic” one about arguing with my girlfriend over who was sluttier in their prime, Madonna or Samantha Fox. Before that, I’ve relived highlights from a recent night of karaoke. I’ve dreamt about buying broccoli, about reading the newspaper, about drinking orange juice. I’ve dreamt about watching “Charles in Charge” (but never about living the Baio lifestyle). Most often and most unfortunately, I dream about a typical day at the office.
Over the next few weeks, I’m making some improvements to my external life—taking a trip, starting a new job—and I hope my internal life will get better as well. Dreams should be about possibilities—living a life where you can stop time, build a robot sister, be a secret superhero or at least be really rich. But right now, the banality of my unconscious life haunts me more that the worst nightmare ever could.
Here’s to not living your dreams.
Falling Forward - “Great Union Divide”
Super good or super cheesey…I can’t decide.
Today I was wondering why Ric Flair didn’t have a reality show. Turns out, he might. WHOOOOOOOOOOO!
After a long conversation about John Candy’s character in Who’s Harry Crumb?, the mustachioed man on my left sighed and said, “Good times. Good friends. Good beer. What more could you ask for?”
The man to my right, finishing off a $7 bucket of Bud Light, piped in with perfect timing: “More money.”
We got another round and talked about Hootie and the Blowfish.
Fun times. This soon deteriorated into thumps and the circle game.
