"We're on the verge of becoming Kathleen Turner Overdrive..."

I've always thought it was funny how some record stores filed records. Here's how a store called soulseduction.com filed the first record I ever did:


"style: nujazz / headz / groove"

What is that, a fucking sentence? It's like "See Spot Run" for dudes with fuckin' soul patches.

I don't do that type of shit anymore. Now it'd read more like:

"style: hipster / fistz / pump"

Equally depressing, I suppose.

Here's something very nice:

Fern Kinney - Baby Let Me Kiss You

(Shawar)madabouyou

This fuckin' city man...it's getting increasingly hard to get a good donair/shawarma. Step one is finding a place that doesn't put fucking lettuce on the shit, or at least gives you the option. Today I was getting one, and the dude asked me if I wanted cheese or ranch dressing? Ranch dressing? On a Shawarma? Fuck me. What the fuck is so great about ranch dressing? On pizza, wings, chips (doritos...ugh) fuckin' everywhere (except Japanese restaurants because apparently Japan is the "Thousandth Island"...). So much fuckin' ranch dressing. Figure your lives out and can it with this ranch shit. My dentist gets ranch-flavoured fluoride. Ok, not true...but fuck... what's next, cologne? Enough. You know?

Oh, and I know what you're probably thinking: "This world is going to shit, and all this idiot can talk about is ranch dressing?"


And you'd be right.









Here's a nice song:
Larry Wu - Let Me Show You