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friday favourites 16.03.12

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another friday has come... and is close to going, actually, since i see that it's already dark outside. that said, it hasn't been dark for that long, thanks to the farmers who, because they were bored waiting for the crops to grow and thought it would be hilarious to play a practical joke whereby they got the "townies" to change their clocks twice a year.

of course, this year, i had a new sensation, which was that somehow, i was the one all out of sync because my clocks all knew what to do without me. since all my clocks are computerised to some extent, when i woke up last sunday, they'd already done their thing. i just didn't know it. so i spent an entire day unsure whether i was looking at the correct time or not.

that's my excuse for any time this week i might have seem confused this past week. time change. next week, it'll have to be something else.

but right now, i can tell you what time it is: it's friday favourites time!


good news :: stuff i can't make up from around the internet


have you already lost track of this year's battles in the war on women? here's a nice little cheat sheet. spoiler: we're all losing.

coming on hbo: a remake of "they shoot horses, don't they?"

because you really haven't lived until you've found a soaked middle-aged man running from the piss-dungeon he's constructed in the basement of your small business.

you know what could resolve the current budget crisis in new jersey? a good old fashioned chilli cook-off.

sure, we've all heard about the goldman-sachs employee who resigned in disgust over the company's corporate culture, but what about the morgan stanley employee implicated in the pigs and prostitution scandal?

you what doesn't help conditions for factory workers in china? making shit up and presenting it as fact in order to get attention for yourself.

you know what doesn't help children in africa? getting drunk and naked and masturbating on a street corner.

goings on :: things you can [and should] participate in


if you're in montreal... check out the third annual indie record and art fair taking place at st. denis church, right next to laurier metro. it's a great venue to connect with local stores, labels, radio stations, publishers, writers... it's just a great venue for finding stuff that normally flies below the radar. check out their web site [in french] for more information.

if you're in austin... wednesday march 21st bring the latest edition of "no doves fly here" a bi-monthly death-rock/ goth club night at the "chain drive" fetish club. there simply aren't enough old-school, bat cave-style events now that everyone's gone all electro-happy. nice to see some are keeping the flame alive. check out the event's facebook page for details.

if you're on the internet... if you're preparing for a grand day of green eggs and ham, green beer and the inevitable green aftermath tomorrow, why not saunter out in a pair of fine green shoes? john fluevog is offering 17% off all green shoes until midnight tomorrow.

if you have an event that you'd like me & mls readers to know about, feel free to email me.

musical notes


did you ever see a band name and think "that looks so weird, the band just has to be interesting"? i did this week. and i was right. [great for fans of restrained, slightly but not overtly dark material that shifts and shuffles but never fades into the background.]



follow-up and shameless self-promotion


actually, for once, i don't really have anything much to report on other than to say thanks to everyone who showed some support and bought a copy of "interference" during the couple of lightning-quick promotions that occurred last month. i beamed out copious, sensual, lascivious love to all of you when i got my residual statement this week. you are awesome. that's not being sarcastic, either. you are truly awesome.

at the moment, i'd like to reveal a still from a new film i'm working on. it's a low-budget horror flic called "the feline centipede". it gets quite scary. no, wait... hairy. it gets quite hairy.



thanks for reading!

Comments

Biba said…
Ooh, that horror movie sounds interesting ;D

as long as you're here, why not read more?

jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

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it's a bit of a rhetorical question, of course, because i already had an inkling that my precocious childhood self might have been onto something when she declared herself a "winter". not that she knew what she was talking about, of course, but sometimes even fools say the right thing without meaning to. even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day. [unless you're in europe and use a twenty-four hour clock, which actually makes a lot more sense.]

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