HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK

I was listening late Monday night to the rerun of Forum on KQED, which is usually kinda okay, kinda boring, usually way more interesting until people actually start calling in and ruining everything. I know I should like the callers more, especially with a show named “Forum” but come one. I live in the San Francisco Bay Area and some of the dumbfucks who call in are just intolerable in their smugness. Or they are just stupid as hell. I really like Mr. Krasny as he is actually quite awesome.

Anyway, Michael Krasny and David Levitin were talking about music and the development of the human consciousness and all that, and it was actually pretty good. Then this guy called in, rambling a bit, and all of a sudden he says I AM A HEROIN ADDICT and ther whole show just turns…fucked up. The hosts take it in stride, but I can only imagine their “HOLY SHIT” faces when he dropped the H-bomb. On a completely unrelated subject.

The show is archived, of course, and here is the source:

http://www.kqed.org/epArchive/R808251000

The direct download is here, in mp3 format.

You can list to the whole half-hour affair, or just skip ahead twenty minutes or so, since the show closes on his call…!

Or is it?

Cool, Milemarker is back (this is an oldie but goodie):

Lyrics from SongMeanings:

If it’s not the radio waves coming from the tower on the hill that cloud our heads, then it’s the one we see everyday, the one who’s locked in our skin. But that’s the last idea-that it’s the first of kin. We’ve got to take it back. We sleep to sew the seams that we oppose. We shrink to fit in our pre-assigned roles. Resist with each stitch. Split the seams and start all over again. Cut the pattern that fits. Ready-made rarely means ready to fit. A bleached white tightness to bind and gag and scold The lines seen fit to fight will soon become our own. Skipping skimmed meals waiting, maintaining this waning form. The lines we fought to fit have now become our own. We cannot be tied down by roughly cut threads from the patterns of the CEOS. We must learn to tie up their tower and it starts with ourselves. They need no spokesman if you have no voice.

(yes I am having a grumpy morning, but I love this song and the lady-singer’s rad Betty-Boop accent that pops in and out of her singing at times)

Good job there, Boss! Good employees are invaluable and anything that helps them out is just as good for business as it is for them! :)

So, it looks like the bug fixes in the newest version of Wordpress (2.6.1) contains a funny error on the Admin page:

If you upgrade Wordpress to 2.6.1 you may get stuck with an inadvertently hilarious upgrade alert.

HELLO it is me again, TOUCHING aka TOUCHING IS FOR THE PAPERBOY, NOT FOR ME aka DOCTOR TOUCHING aka ME!@@!

I am here to let you know that I am on Twitter now! I was one Myspace first and left bc I got waaaay too much bad spam pr0n and attention whores kept bugging me, and then I was on Pointlessbanter.net but then Kevin got in a fight with his girlfriend or whatever and none of us became rich so then I just came back to this site, but then I left because whatever so now I am on TWITTER because it is the new MYSPACE (aka ANNOYING AS HELL AND STUPID!)

So follow me on TWITTER! Right now I am having adventures with government scientists and a fuckface half-man-half-cat person/monster from Berkeley Hills called “Tigris”!

Enjoy mon chichochchcohcfohcdohzcdiodcfsiopefhefdljksefnoh! Yeah! Here is a picture because Davis “Grovis” Prisper says everyone needs at least one picture per post now or something, whatever:

Wait this isn't a picture of a space monkey help me

Durrr I work for Fox News so I think it is an awesome idea to walk straight into a huge crowd of idiot fringey protesters at the Democratic Convention:

The mayor’s prick was barely bigger than Dagwood’s, but at least he had enough money pilfered from the town Treasury to buy the Viagra he-or rather, Blondie- needed.

The Exorcism of Emily Rose is, apparently, a medical drama.

I have a new favorite Mexican place!

If your reaction to the above comic is, “WTF!” you may get a kick out of Comics I Don’t Understand since posting and talking about ridiculous comics is pretty much that blog’s mission statement. Hooray!

Oops! I forgot to tell a joke!

Psst: This Republican Anthropomorphic Talking Duck is way funnier than Tinsley’s Mallard.