Sunday, 27 January 2013

Good Lord

I don't quite know why searching "cute bunny rabbits" on Google Images would bring up an endoscope photo of a man's nasal passage filled with maggots, or why it would be tagged "cute bunny rabbits - man's nasal passage filled with maggots" but apparently Google thinks that's ok to have on page 4 of the search.  They kind of rhyme...kind of.

Tonight, I doodle.  Hopefully a post full of random crap will grace the internet tomorrow.  It's been a really crazy start to 2013 for me and my family: credit card fraud, Grandad passed away, another photo shoot.

Things aren't all bad, but my face has still not de-flushed from the horror of the nose maggots.

Sunday, 13 January 2013


I have one thing, and one thing only to say today.  What the hell is Grimes?

Saturday, 12 January 2013

Role Models

My parents were watching some sort of Ed Sullivan PBS old school thing to get money for the public broadcasters, and I got to thinking about how inane vintage pop is.  I am in no way shape or form saying radio music now is better, but that pop really has always been quite shallow.  I know that I'm a heathen because I've never been much of a Beatles fan.  They have their gems, yes, but repeating "she loves you yeah, yeah, yeah" doesn't really excite my womanhood. David Bowie on the other hand, had a fair influence on my tweens.  He's just a good old, androgynous time. 
It intrigues me that society hates on comical music that later becomes a popular phenomenon, and yet holds cookie cutter musicians at paramount place.
Some too-good-to-be-bad pop phenomena need to be flaunted.  Love her or hate her, Honey Boo Boo could revolutionize Amurica with her fresh, very real, and surprisingly deep insight to being a child in the modern world.
 All the world's a stage, biotches.