This is where I say things, now.

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Pillowview

Short Round

“…and I’m bored”

Axl Rose is a looming archetype for me, because Appetite for Destruction came out when I was 7. At the time I bought it, I used a green crayon to mark out all the “fuck”s in the liner notes, and I assumed that the Nighttrain was a means of vehicular conveyance and that  Mr. Brownstone was a pesky human neighbor.

He’s weird and violent and I miss wondering where he is, rather than seeing the results of piled-on years. But I dream I AM him, with regularity, and want to meet him as badly now as I did in 1987.

Vote, baby, vote

Philanthropist that I am, I hot-glued myself a Lady Gaga costume in order to win my sister tickets to the Gaga show in DC this month. VOTE HERE FOR ME:

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Fascinating

http://ngrams.googlelabs.com/graph?content=pubes%2C+boobs&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=0&smoothing=3

What the hell was going on circa 1880?!

Nana nananana

Lydia, age 7, on J. Geils Band’s “Centerfold”: “I don’t like this song very much. It reminds me of leprechauns.”

Come Autumn, it’s time for New Wave.

OTHO!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

In Beetlejuice, there’s an Otholike figure in the blacklight background, in the waiting room for the dead, while Adam and Barbara are talking to Juno.  Ghostotho. Sniff.

The jokes write themselves.

I hate (most of) the GOP. I make fun of (most of  the) GOP. But this war on babies is beyond anything I could have imagined.