this documentary is in English; don’t freak when the Dutch subtitles show up. Keith Haring is known by most for his graffiti stick figures. And being gay. And dying from AIDS.
Something Awful’s Comedy Goldmine yesterday focused on ancient superweapons: the Godendag, Helepolis, Mongolian Whistling Arrows, and the Great Turkish Bombard are the ones that stick out to me. Check out the article for more.
The Godendag is a big fucking wooden stick with a spikes on the knobbed end. Flemish farmers wielded it, defending their lands from the French attempting to take over their properties. The name comes from the greeting “good day,” which the b’dass farmers said to the knights as they bashed her brains to bits.
Soooooo my friend’s sister’s cat likes to walk with her butt. they try to move next to her — like her back legs try to wander away from her body. It reminded me of this little condition some cats have, called cerebellar hypoplasia. It’s seen in both cats and dogs. I saw it on tv a few years ago. Animals are actually put down because their wonky walking is a sign of brain damage. Causes include the mom being infected by feline leukemia and being exposed to ringworm medication. The wibble wobbles aren’t that big of a deal most of the time — the cats look a big drunk, and they learn to move a different way than the norm.
“I acted like a punk, I regret that, and there is nobody who has heard that tape that has been hit harder than me.” He has this ish that he doesn’t understand he’s a movie star.
Maybe you’ve heard Christian Bale’s spazzing at the director of photography during the filming of Terminator Salvation. If you haven’t, take a listen here. His voice is entrancing — it’s a mix of British and American English. He f-bombs left and right talking, shit talking on Shane Hurlbut for walking onto a shot.
Conan O’Brien’s folks decided to give us all a visual for what occurred. With James Lipton.
Friday night, we saw Slipknot and Coheed & Cambria and ignored Trivium. Sorry guys, idk you.
They had many noms to choose. My chosen poison was the jumbo hot dog. The onion jizz packets made the overall hot dog pretty okay. Miller Lite: gross. Iz beer. The girls standing behind me in the food line were nice and let me jump out of line and back in to check about card policies. Hurray not all Slipknot fans are dipshits! Both of them had lovely boots and chokers.
The camera police got my decent camera into the object check, so I took a few shots with my way cool nonfocusing camera phone. Coheed & Cambria was awesome. They could only play for an hour as they did not headline, but they rocked the house. The Slipknot metalhead kids were pretty annoying in their lack of appreciation, but you can’t get everything. FEELINGS MAY HAVE DEVELOPED FOR CLAUDIO SANCHEZ. It is possible. He has good pants. And vocals. And hair. And energy. And technical skillz. And bum.
Note: internet at hand.
While waiting for Slipknot, we watched two guys climb up rope cord ladders to mounted spotlights. They have two dudes at the front of the suspended hardware thing in Millennium Falcon shooter pods. Their only job? Not pee for two hours while spotlighting the frontmen. Because we were so far to the side, we watched set up of the Slipknot stage, complete with siren blinky light tests, behind the Mario 3 red curtain of dooooom.
Corey Taylor wore fancy pants and red sneakers. Observe as he creates comradeship with the children:
Highlight of the night aside from Claudio and Corey’s respective pants: two old dudes with grey-haired mohawks. Hells to the yes.
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