DID YOU SEE BEYONCÉ’S NEW VIDEO?
OH MY GOD SHE’S SO FIERCE!
SHE’S SUPER FIERCE, RIGHT?
SO FIERCE!
I’M OUT OF VODKA TONIC!
ME TOO! BARTENDER! TWO VODKA TONICS! MAKE THEM LIKE … FIERCE!
THEN LET’S DANCE!
LET’S WAIT UNTIL THEY PLAY BEYONCÉ!
OH MY GOD SHE’S SO FIERCE!
SHE’S TOTALLY FIERCE! SO ARE YOUR SHOES. OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOUR SHOES!
I KNOW, RIGHT! I CAN’T REALLY WALK IN THEM BUT THEY’RE CRAZY SUPER FIERCE!
I LOVE THEM!
THEY COST MORE THAN MY CAR!
THAT’S SO FIERCE!
SOMETIMES I THINK EVERYTHING I DO IS A FRAUD, YOU KNOW? LIKE I’M GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS OF BEING AFFECTIONATE, OR EMPATHETIC, OR ENTERTAINING, WHILE ON THE INSIDE I’M ONLY READING LINES, STRUGGLING TO MAINTAIN THE FAÇADE. LIKE EVERYTHING’S JUST AN ACT THAT I’VE REHEARSED.
I UNDERSTAND. I TOO HAVE FEELINGS OF ARTIFICIALITY.
YOU’RE A GOOD LISTENER, HORSEY.
MAYBE I JUST PRETEND TO BE.
WE’RE GOING TO MCDONALD’S? BOOM! CHICKEN NUGGET DANCE!
as I run solely on coffee and panic, trying desperately to get this book together, will be a combination of the daily new jawn or two, combined with a couple of past entries that for one reason or another won’t be finding their way into the pages of the print version of this tumblr.
Like a ‘greatest hits’ type thing, only not really because they’re just arbitrarily selected posts based on a failure to secure print permissions.
But hey, that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy them. To most of you they will be new, since you haven’t been following this thing for over a year. To Stacey, Abi, Ms. Spinning-Around, my lovely wife and those of you that have …
I cannot thank you enough nor express an adequate amount of incredulity that you would have stayed on board this lurching ship of absurdism and idiocy for that long.
I love you, and thank you.
Thank all of you.
We’ve get a pretty damned good thing going here.
Enjoy the oldies, and take care of each other. It’s rough out there.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T LIKE BON IVER?
THAT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE! HIS EXPERIMENTAL YET RUSTIC CHAMBER POP IS AKIN TO A FOREST LULLABY!
PITCHFORK GAVE HIM A 9.5! A 9.5 OUT OF 10!
THE SCALE ONLY GOES TO TEN!
WHAT YOU’RE ADMITTING IS TANTAMOUNT TO SOCIAL SUICIDE!
WHAT’S NEXT, A BIKE WITH GEARS? SENSIBLE FOOTWEAR?
BOW TO THE PREVAILING TASTE CONSENSUS!
CONFORM TO A COMMODIFIED RUSE OF INDIVIDUALISM AND AUTHENTIC PREDISPOSITION OR GET OUT OF THIS TOWN!
IS THIS SOME KIND OF PERFORMANCE ART, OR POLITICAL DISSENT? BECAUSE THEN IT MIGHT BE OKAY!
I JUST DON’T FIND IT ALL THAT AMAZING! CAN’T I PREFER RECORDS THAT I PERSONALLY CONNECT WITH AND ENJOY?
NO, THAT’S RIDICULOUS!
JOIN US OR DIE!
NOW IS THE TIME. THIS IS THE HOUR. OURS IS THE MAGIC. OURS IS THE POWER.
NOW IS THE TIME. THIS IS THE HOUR. OURS IS THE MAGIC. OURS IS THE POWER.
NOW IS THE TIME. THIS IS THE HOUR. OURS IS THE MAGIC. OURS IS THE POWER.
THE SAME UNDERNEATH AS IT IS ON TOP.
… THAT CAN’T BE THE WAY THAT GOES, SARAH.
IT’S SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO MEMORIZE THE RITUAL BOOK.
I KEEP FORGETTING IT IN MY LOCKER.
YOU’RE A GOOD GUY, BILL, AND THAT’S WHY THIS IS GOING TO BE HARD FOR ME TO SAY.
YOU KNOW HOW THINGS HAVE BEEN AROUND THE OFFICE, WITH THE BUDGET DIFFICULTIES, ALL THE CUTBACKS …
WORD CAME DOWN FROM UPSTAIRS, BILL. IT’S NOTHING PERSONAL. YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE THAT. IT’S JUST THAT WE’RE GONNA HAVE TO LET YOU GO.
I’M SORRY. YOU KNOW YOU’LL BE MISSED.
PLEASE DON’T START LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT. IT’S NOT MY CALL. LOOK, YOU WANT ANOTHER HEINEKEN? IT’S ON ME. THE WHOLE TAB’S ON ME TONIGHT.