Posts Tagged ‘getting by’

Fridang-a-lang

Friday, April 9th, 2010

First off, this dude passed away:

And if you didn’t know, he’s the same guy who brought us this:

I heard this bit on the radio this morning about how he went from punk rock to the writing for the New Yorker. In my impressively hanged-over mind I assumed he was a staff writer. I was shook. Even bigger than when I found out that vocal man from Bad Religion got his PhD from Cornell. Or that Milo went to college but then got his PhD in biochemistry from the UW Madison. That’s way radder than finding out Hosoi went to prison and out Jesussed.

Anyway, I was wrong so we can all go back to doing what we do on a Friday afternoon.

Like The New Yorker could find anyone more punk than Malcolm Gladwell or Seymour Hersh. C’mon.

I’ll Be Iron, Like a Lion In Zion

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

 Iron:

Getting the rain gear on for Picnic in the Park. I’ll be dressed like the god-damned Gorton’s fisherman, trust it.

also to be filed under Iron:

That shit is not to be dealt with lightly.

Like a Lion:

Now before you feel the need to attack my picturing skills, know that this was taken with my slackberry in an extremely smoked out bar.

Now ask yourself what the fuck a lion skin is doing in a bar on the south side of Milwaukee.

Now ask yourself what the fuck Rumorator was doing in a bar on the south side of Milwaukee.

In Zion, part 1

 

In Zion, part dos!

I can almost hear Jason Robards yelling, “Quit cutting through my lawn, or you’ll die at the age of 38 from a drug overdose. Though really, I’m surprised it wasn’t the other one.”