Both Is Better

Last summer's anthem has become this fall's dirge.

HEAD EAST - Never Been Any Reason

BIG TIME!

Chemically Treated Meet

DISCLAIMER: The following scene is intended only as a condiment to the post. It may or may not have happened. In no way should any future romantic interests or flirtatious employers assume that it is either true or false. Rest assured, fact or fiction, it ended in a cuddle.

EXT-NIGHTCLUB SMOKING AREA-NIGHT

Me: C'mon girls, I'll be the weiner, you be the ketchup and she can be the mustard. The back seat of my tan station wagon even looks like a bun.

Disco Doll (ketchup): Hot dogs are made of lips and assholes.

Rave Slave (mustard): I'm into both.

"Mustard" was dressed in yellow, and it was friday, but I digress.



Some important facts:

1) Hot Dogs are usually a modestly priced and filling option at a cinema concession bar.

2) Homemade/street purchased hot dogs - if properly wrapped - are among the easiest snacks to smuggle into cinemas via coat/hoodie pockets. See also tacos/burritos.

3)I Love Hot Dogs is a assembly of stills from films of note that range from cult to household. It is interesting internet of the highest order for cinephile and sinning philistine alike.

Go In. Gorge yourselves.

I LOVE HOT DOGS

Later August

Why Buy Records?

Because they sound amazing, and when you open some of them up, they turn into this:

Uh Huh

My buddy twentytwenty aka Big Cliff Lazerface aka Clifford The Bleep Red Bleep, just released a new song.

It's one of those electronic dance joints with hilarious jokes in it that also makes a point about the nature of the exercize of digging/making electronic dance songs. Sounds in the song sound like the title, again...there are jokes and aching filtered refrains about time and aging. Not every song has to be designed just to make people spark intercourse on the dancefloor. But...if you conceive a child to this song, they will make excellent club sandwiches and be good at both Mandarin and math.

twentytwenty - Uh Huh

That's twentytwenty on the left, me on the right, as I cry glowing tears of rave juice into my hanky soaked in "the eternally optimistic sweat of them youths."

Real Talk

Still in Manitoba. Cuddling with Dukester who IS the casual dog. Sorting through all of the "Whattup's," "Call me" and "My husband is at the lake..." emails.

One more night of this ridiculous, challenging and sobering bender.