Subtle Bluntness

I could’ve done this last week for Valentine’s Day, but screw it.  Any time is a good time for A) the mighty Rev. and B) a ride on the Big Red Rocket Of Love.  Plus, bonus trip back into the Original Cone Zone!  Can’t go wrong with that.

Let’s go!

Man, these guys can play the hell out of their instruments.  Like their brand of musical weirdness or not, they know what they’re doing on the fretboard.  Plus it’s great to see young(ish), hungry Dave again, if only briefly.  Plus it’s funny to see the band stop, then Les Claypool gesture to the audience to tell them it’s over before they’ll start clapping.

After a long, sleepless night worrying myself stupid about snow that may or may not fall during my commute home, I decided to say, “We don’t give a shit about tomorrow.”  Hey Suburbia.

Midwestern Songs of the Americas is a damn fine punk rock album, kids.

I’ve decided that, this year, I’m going to get into the Christmas spirit even if it kills me.  And if I have to be Christmassy, all you motherfuckers are coming along for the ride whether you like it or not.  That means tinsel, that means wreaths, that means poinsettia bushes, that means the whole nine terrifying yards right down to the Santa Claus wicker man we’re gonna burn Nicolas Cage alive in to slake the blood thirst of Christmas overfiend Krampus!

You have your choice of creepy mash-ups for your Feel Good Friday today.  There’s Rick Astley vs. Nirvana and there’s Rick Astley vs. Nine Inch Nails.  Choose your adventure!

If you didn’t laugh and shake your head in a bemused manner, then allow me to present you with the NSFW mash-up of Lil John and Lazytown, “Cooking by the Book.”  (Thanks, Holly; this is all your fault.)  There’s also the Pedobear-approved One Night In Lazytown.

For all of you out there on Black Friday, picking fights and busting heads in the name of The Supreme Value, I wish you the best of luck.  Those of us who value sanity over money will be tucked safely into bed until well past noon.  All the good deals shall be gone, but there’s much less risk of someone (me) flipping out and headbutting strangers (you) over the last stack of $2.50 bath towels.

If you want to just hear the song and you don’t want the funny video, then I’ve got your hook-up.

I had to dust off my first GraphJam graph for this one.