Thursday, April 20, 2006


Yay! Rick got the Stranger's Poster Of The Week this week. I totally love it- it's an awesome design.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Terms Of Endearment
Ok, so I have to unburden myself of my dark, wretched secret. I've downloaded and have been listening to the Scorpions "Winds Of Change" constantly. Normally I would disown myself for such thing- but f-it, I like it. It's overblown and goofy but so ...sincere. Plus Klaus whistles in it. Come on, a short permed german guy in spandex and a receding hairline whistling in a buttrock power ballad. It's kind of genius. I don't know if it's the nostalgia talking or what, but lately I am enjoying a lot of that old buttrock from back in the day, which is wierd since it used to make me wince in disgust...
Back then I lived with my friend Tammi and her brother Saul. Saul was a TOTAL hesher,and he had it down pat- raggedy mullet, child molester mustache, tinted aviator sunglasses, big white sneakers and acid wash jeans. He would literally walk in the front door after a shift at Domino's, playing air guitar and greet Tammi and me with a hearty "Hey fags!" before jamming out to some Whitesnake.
"Tawny Kitean, man!" he would say, "Tawny! Shit yeah! She's just the SHIIIIIIT, man, know what I'm sayin?" I'm seriously not kidding. Saul would blast (and consequently I know the lyrics to) Vixen, Poison, Whitesnake, Great White, White Lion, Ratt, Skid Row, WASP, Cinderella, Motley Crue (Otherwise known as "Fuckyeahman- the CRUE!" This would be followed by flying the devil horns and sticking out his tongue, sometimes with a headbang thrown it for good measure and maximum rokken'..."Rokken like Dokken, fags!")...all that stuff. Sometimes he'd try to straighten us out on our obviously misguided musical tastes:
"Hey fag- listen to this shit! This is some good music, man, not like that wierd freakin New Wave crap, some guy singing about suicide, prancing around in a bear suit or some shit, know what I'm sayin?" He'd then start doing some kind of contorted dance, spazmodically throwing his arms and twisting side to side, and sing- in an exaggerated English accent "Loooove Moyyyyy Waaayyyyy"...what kinda shit is THAT, man? It's bullshit, that's what it is. Strictly for fags like you guys. Hey, are those Pringles? Gimmee some of your chips. You're gonna get a fat ass eating those, know what I'm sayin'? You don't want a fat ass do ya? WELL? DO YA? I saw you eating that cookie earlier."
Anyway- I moved out when I caught Saul trying to peek in the bathroom while I was in there.
So... I guess I can't really explain why I am digging the music now, when I hated it so much then. I guess I'm just a big fag.

Sunday, April 16, 2006



While it doesn't match the sheer genius of "Cat Eating A Hotdog",
I think this "Bunny Eating Corn" shot is pretty good.

What the hell- here's "Cat..." straight outta the Thumbmonkey archives. It's too good not to post twice.
In enviromental conservation, it's really about doing what you can. Even if that means knitting sweaters for teeny penguins....