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- The League of Somewhat Ordinary Gentlemen
No one cares what you are doing. And when I say that, I say that somewhat ironically as I’m probably the worst offender of such things. I mean for fuck’s sake I’m sitting on my stoop writing a blog that starts off with that as the first sentence. If there’s a first rule or secret [...]
- Count Zero
Its hard sometimes to hit the right tone with an entry. I considered just simply titling it “I’m Count Fucking Dracula” and leaving it at that. Then I would proceed rambling nonsensically like I usually do like a semiprofessional breakdancer consumed by wafts of crack smoke. And you know, it probably would have been another [...]
- This is urban living.
There is only so much Billy Squier you can listen to until your mind decays into a puddle of evolutionary goo. And here I am, like some middle aged mutant ninja turtle dipping deep into the vats of neon trying to hack and destabilize the life handed out in the soup kitchen line. Its way [...]
- M.E. I Eat Dust
You can blame Ben for playing a heaping does of Joy Division while in the shop yesterday. But for some reason I’m on this huge early 80’s synth binge today.
It didn’t actually start out with Peter Murphy. Although now that I listen to the opening of “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” its got me thinking [...]
