starlight cinema has been killing it all semester long. to those who are not in the know, starlight cinema used to show weird avant garde films, and somewhere along the way started showcasing out there performance art stuff from tons of well-known-in-their-field artist types. like, they're coming from the west coast and they stop at madison and then sell out a room at the guggenheim the next night. i've been wanting to post some stuff about starlight for a while, and lo and behold, tonight is their last night of doin stuff for the semester, and it's a damn fine evening:

Let’s Paint TV! LIVE!



i'm posting this hell of late and all, but if you are seeing this, and it's not 8 pm yet, get over to the play circle so you can see some of this utter nonsense in person:

i watched mulholland drive the other night. kinda fucked my brain again, but not as bad as the first time. everyone and their mom has seen the recut shining trailer, but this takes things to another level i think.

if you are a lady and are able to pull of the floppy-french-hat-look, as displayed here, do so as often as your pile of restraining orders (all with my name on them) will allow.



it is a little known fact that stevie nicks' pores oozed eu de jailbait well into her 30s.



but maybe i should call shenanigans since she obviously had the jailbait thing down long before she became one of my personal old-lady crushes.

Stevie Nicks: Stand Back (Eli Escobar Disco Mix)


vinyl is apparently out of stock over HERE, but apparently they're getting repressed presently despite the "super-limited pressing of 500" thing.

holy jesus this looks so cool!



you might have to wear a wetsuit, but at least you don't need some dude in acid washed jeans to help you land.



added bonus: you will have absolutely nothing in common with these horrible horrible people



y'know, it might be midnight on a tuesday, and i have reams of papers to write before i graduate, but watching dozens of shitty jetpack videos was bound to pay off sometime or other:

time magazine tells me that the most influential person in the world is moot, the dude who started 4chan.



seriously. no kidding.

We could be wearing these...

man. this is perfect.



maybe it's just a "tonight" sort of thing, but damn if this doesn't fucking do it for me. right now.

ps: 2:40 is the sweet spot.

But I come with gifts of panties from a far-away time.

i'm really bummed i'm not gonna be making it to the rave-a-ma-bob tomorrow, since i was really hoping i would finally be able to experience that brand of midwestern weirdness first hand, and not actually continue to think that this was the sort of music that i was going to get pummeled with for 18 straight hours or whatever.

also:

keeping up with school for the next couple of weeks. i might not have quite the posting volume that our loyal readership has come to treasure, but fear not, once i have that degree in hand, i'll be back with a veneance.

and i definitely have a couple of really good nekkid posts coming up in the very near future.

it's been way too long since i've posted some nekkid.



i had set a boundary for myself about posting actual pussy, but this one kind of validates itself i think. i have to admit the boots are far from a good look though.



never ask a german computer to tell you about cindy crawford. it is a waste of time.



azn.



figgered i'd toss my dickles-hat into the ring.

why can't i just float gently through the few remaining weeks of classes. why do i have to write research papers and make websites?



seriously. i'm just gonna crawl into a cocoon for the next three or four weeks. see you guys on the other side of graduation.

i rode HARD for cubeecraft a while back, but haven't had the time to really keep up in recent months. heading back to the site recently, and they have absolutely exploded with cut and fold boners.



i was just talking about lone wolf and cub the other day. please please please get a late pass if you're unaware. the comics were what hooked me, but the movies are netflixxxable and definitely do the source material justice.



who doesn't want their own cute as a button little prince?



ronald mcdonaldland's mayor mccheese and the grimace? i mean, we all know that nothing can kill the grimace, right? i certainly don't need to remind you.



get yourself some stiffer than usual paper and a hobby knife, find a color printer you can print from for free, and watch your shelves fill up with little oddities.

fucking. beautiful.

I haven't lusted after animated characters in awhile...


this was nice

Now that SONG is stuck in my HEAD!

If we build one, do you think they would come?
I think they would.




although... we are going to have to do something about that whole, playing the same song over and over thing....

I don't think we spend enough time talking about how awesome Brendon Small is.

a friend of mine who used to work at the charlotte douglas international airport as a valet told me about this one time she had to park rick flair's car, and there were half empty jugs of wine in the back seat and coke all over the dash.

f'reelz.

i'm doing a book report on kembrew mcleod's freedom of expression, and it's got me thinking copyrightcopyrightcopyright over and over and over.

negativland was one of my earliest experiences with copyright-envelope-pushing music. their battle with U2 is pretty interesting and a great example of copyright holders using litigation as a means of quieting free speech. it's pretty crazy when you think that this song, which CLEARLY falls under fair use or parody or something along those lines, ended up getting them in so much trouble, and eventually the copyright for it was in fact transferred to island records as some sort of settlement, simply because SST was no match for the deep legal pockets of island records.



one of my main problems with negativland is that a large chunk of their output is really elaborate critiques of modern copyright laws. i'm not saying this is a terrible earth shattering thing, but as i've learned from bringing up copyright in conversations with people, it's a terribly boring topic, and very difficult to make it seem interesting, fun, or relevant.



sometimes they come off as a audible, (only slightly) funnier adbusters:



HA! i had completely forgotten about this completely outlandish prank.



basically, the real story is that the band couldn't afford to take time off of their day jobs to tour, so they canceled the tour and blamed it on the FBI saying they couldn't tour since they were under suspicion as being related to this REAL MURDER. the whole ordeal is somewhat documented on their album helter stupid.

dang what a great weekend. good shit happened personally, but internet people don't care about that. all they wanna know is what i ate, which was really really good.



i'm not gonna go out and say i'm some sort of hot dog connoisseur, but damn if i don't love the hell outta some well made dogs with tons of weird-o toppings options.



good dog is a little local joint on the west side of the tennessee river, surrounded by crappy little knick-knack shops, but regardless, good vibes poured out of the front door. it was immediately determined that this was where lunch was going to get got.



on the left is their chicago dog, which tossed the bun length pickle (eff a purist), replacing it with some crisp dill chips. on the right is the philly dog with brown ballpark mustard lining the bun, cream cheese, and grilled onion sauce. the ketchup options were the real deal, with wasabi (good) and curry (way better) options. and yeah, that's some mayo (plus some sesame seeds). they called it frittessauce, but it was mayo through and through.

note the cupcake in the background. red velvet.



breakfast the day after the wedding was at aretha frankensteins. breakfast, beer, espresso, lunch. you got a better way to spend a sunday afternoon with an open bar induced hangover? nope.



best pancakes i have ever eaten. they do the mix themselves, and cook each one in a cast iron skillet. biscuits on the left that got drenched in apple butter, spicy potatoes and spicy cheese grits.

i'm not even going to go into the food they had at the wedding reception.

Anyone wanna grab a bite?

I feel like the baths are a very underrated activity.
But then again, I'm also the person who always wants to go swimming, and everyone elsegets all squirmy just kuz there was bacteria in the lake like a friggen year ago.

SRSLY PEOPLE, ITS NOT THAT BAD!
LET"S GO FREAKING SWIMMING!



but yeah
baths = adorable fun time

...les

i'm off to chattanooga, tn... home of sam muh fuh'n jackson, tank girl star lori petty, jim "i can't believe he's still alive" nabors, and these guys:



i'm bringing home the biscuits on sunday, y'all.

the bands ui and stereolab collaborated ten years ago and put out an ep that basically consisted of four different versions of st. elmo's fire, which was the track that kept getting the needledrop when i got my copy of another green world home from the record shop.



this is what happens when a bunch of sound nerds (and the new yorker's resident music overthinker on MOOG NOISES) get together to pay homage to the king of all sound nerds, ENO, who i clumsily wrote about back when pickles dickles was in its infancy.

here's the OG for comparison.



much respects to home alone III, batches.

The following are a few photos hat I had saved in 2006 or 2007 when I just started getting into erotic photography... They were recently unearthed from an online vault I have at fotki.com

So I didn't really want to get into details about what I meant in the jizz post but the comments kinda forced me to... sorry if that was too much personal information, I dont really like talking about personal sexual preferences like that... the kinda thing that I like to keep private...I mostly just wanted to promote Sinead's shit in Misbehave... but to lighten the mood...

Star Trek XXX


SASHA! Stop making everything I love better with sex! Sheeeeesshhhh....

now let's just pray that everyone loves this and they make a better next penetration...

MmmMmmmmm...Jean-Luc....

mmmmMMmmm... Data...