GWAR covers Kansas

There'll be peace when you are done

Maybe it helps more than it hurts?

An Online Prepared Piano

 ----No Shit----

I won an award

For the longest time in NC, I was a beat boy. If it wasn't a digitized drum, I didn't want anything to do with it. I move to Kansas, eat lots of corn, and get all country-fied, and I started playing drums with sticks again. Now, I am in this band called the Ad Astra Arkestra, and we were voted best Experimental Band in Kansas City by the Pitch (the Mountain Express equivalent in KC).  The photo was found on a flicker page showing us collecting our award and was copyrighted, but I posted it anyway cause I was in it, but I will give props to the camera man "All rights reserved by Mr. Forester"

Songs that make you realize your reality

I know this is one of the few areas that Gray and I see eye to eye on. Ken doll.

Death/ Suicide By Speaker

I was helping a friend in Kansas fix his Alesis Monitors now that I am now a ninja with a soldering gun. We fixed one box, no problem, went to open the second one up, and there were feathers on the circuit board, and an entire bird carcuss in the speaker box. Dude thought that maybe it happened at a house he lived in 4 years ago., but it couldn't have been any time soon. Death by speaker.

sqrt(ur mother) @ the Replay in Lawrence KS 12.22.09

The let me play a show in Lawrence! Can you believe that? I broke out a laptop, a XY midi controller, the old ass Oxygen 8 mk1, and the electronica kit I bought. The 12" being used for a cymbal trigger is a Jane Fonda Workout Record. I don't have good audio, just the camera mics, but here is a little sample. I will put the rest of the show up when I get them edited. (I have now added the other two parts of the set, part 3 has a good example of the drums).

Jack Kirby

I didn't know how to handle this

Driving down the road listening to the radio, I heard the following ad, "96.5 the Buzz, at least you won't catch a venereal disease from a small Filipino boy."

Should Old People Drive?

I was driving in KC rush hour traffic today, and I saw this old lady, like 70 or 80 or 60 or some shit old, with an oxygen feed running to her nose while she was puffing on a funky, steam roller looking breathable medicine machine pipe ventilation device. She was driving, with a handicap sticker in the window, and had a 7 year old in the car. Looked like the little baby above, but like many decades older. Seriously? I love old people as much as the rest of you all, but, damn. I am all about highway medication, but this is even past what I feel is aceptable. My standards are low. What is this world coming to. I was going to take a picture, but I didn't want the old lady to flip out and have a heart attack, or call the cops on me, cause that would always be bad.

On a similar note, well, at least in a round-about-way, well not really, cause you know why the hell I even noticed that old lady,

"James also revealed he and his teammates smoked marijuana one night after getting access to a hotel room in Akron." Only one? You knew you were in the NBA when you were 16. Only one?

Odd Situation with a Bad Outcome

I just got off of work, got out of my car to grab my computer bag when I rubbed up against my car door getting out of the car. Nothing kinky, it was broad daylight and I am just clumsy. I got shocked pretty fucking bad considering no 110V outlets and keys were involved. The shitty part was the part of my body that rubbed up against my car door. It was my nipple, and I got shocked, through 2 shirts, on my nipple. It felt like having a titty twister on a nipple that had been irritated a shirt with emblem on the left breast area. It fucking hurt, and now is still kind of sore like 10 minutes later.

This is almost as odd as the day that over the course of 12 hours I got shat on twice by birds (different bird, hours apart, in different parts of town) and got a cigarette butt flicked on me out of a balcony window. This was in Spain though and lots of weird shit like that happened there to me.

Nipple is still sore.

It was going to happen eventually.

Rock out.


EDIT: They're really not kidding. Non-facetious instructions on how to build it here. Well, mostly non-facetious, in that it actually tells you how to build it and is not just a series of dick jokes.

Also, in relation to my last post, people continue to come up with compelling evidence that lots of public domain content is a Very Good Thing. I want Mr. Darcy to get buggered by a half-gnawed severed leg. Also, they're making a TV thing (miniseries, movie of the week, who fucking knows) out of that book in Australia.

Rugby player died after eating 'pot cake' to boost sex drive

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-414289/Rugby-player-died-eating-pot-cake-boost-sex-drive.html

Rugby player died in a police cell after eating a marijuana 'space cake' to boost his sex drive, an inquest heard.
Father-of-two Malcolm Flockton turned blue, collapsed and died after eating the cake.
Earlier in the evening he put a sheepskin rug on his back then walked 1km dressed in nothing but a fleece, his fiancÈe Sandra Stringer said.
The couple started using the drug to improve their sex life. Usually it turned 41-year old Mr Flockton into a 'tremendous' lover, Miss Stringer said.
He would perform striptease using his belt as a 'feather boa' and frolick dressed as a sheep, bleating.
She said of his final evening: "He was being so funny. He put the sheepskin rug on his back and pretended to be a sheep. It was at this point I thought that the cannabis was having a reaction.'
Shortly afterwards he began to feel sick.
When Miss Stringer, 47, went to check on him, he said: "I've got you sussed", before 'growling' at her.
Dressed in only a fleece jacket, he walked to Mrs Stringer's ex-husband's house and threw a brick through the window.
Mr Flockton, of Killingworth, North Tyneside, was arrested following a struggle and taken to Wallsend police station in May2003.
But as they took off his handcuffs in the cell, he died. The inquest in North Shields continues.