Word of the day is: vergüenza ajena.
It’s a Spanish phrase for when one feels severe shame and embarrassment at what someone else is doing. Such as being at the restaurant when your friend is being mean to the waiter, or watching someone fail to rescue himself from an especially bad foot-in-mouth episode. Literally it means something like “the shame of others”.
There’s a place where corporate anthems, the worst of 80s pop, and love-to-hate-them company meet. It’s not a safe place. It’s not a place for those with finely tuned tastes or tender ears. It’s a place called…
Mirrored from The Stranger via Gawker. I think this may be the worst one yet/ever/possible. MP3, 5.6 MB
Art that lives. Courtesy zebulon_y
I can’t decide between Karl Rove and Batboy. So I think I’ll get both!
the trick is not to use the knife for box work that you use on pastry, you see. I wasn’t drunk, I was just sampling, sampling. Tits on a bull, goddamnit. You can do anything in Midway City. Thanks for providing actual fucking information. Seriously 98% of my ex boyfriends are total jerks and I don’t know why. No, she’s the wrong heroin addict. My mom is a pear on stilts. I was raised Seventh Day Adventist and they told me that when a man and women are in bed, Jesus is between them. You can’t base a society on just burning stuff. No, Foghat was never good. They had two sets of books, of course; Chinese business. I was written up for criticizing SUV’s! I have to go to a pirate breakfast. The Jehovah’s Witnesses killed my girlfriend.
No squirrel fisting.
it’s hard to go on about the positive life force and all that when you’re a part-time drugstore clerk, seriously.
Dissociation? I think it’s normal.
There are no returns on magnetic products.
hilaryswankfan.com
…can you be murdered by the guy who paid $400,000 in cash for your boat…
….who is also an offroading freak…
…and possibly a former child actor from the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
Rerun: http://substitute.livejournal.com/88352.html
What a strange time that was. Perry said that I looked like Jon Lovitz as the Liar, and he yelled on stage “FUCK THE READER, FUCK CONRAD HEINEY, AND FUCK CARY DARLING AND BAM MAGAZINE!” and later Cary and I met and went to lunch to toast our success at pissing Perry off. Still really glad his feces package didn’t make it. Still don’t like his stuff, although “Had a Dad” is a pretty fuckin’ tight song. Wasn’t surprised later that he got his band on heroin to keep them around.
“…and we’d come right through the door, big targets but we’re moving fast, it’s all over quickly. Palm trees and gunfire, another day at the beach. You get that light filtering down through the leaves and the smell of charcoal, diesel, and bacon fat. There’s nothing like it. Anyway I’m alive and I’m in Paradise.”
I don’t usually like LJ “memes” but this one allows me the indulgence of self-aggrandizing oneupmanship. So let’s kick it.
Ten Things I Have Done That You Probably Haven’t
Be My Blog 