...in 2006

Happy New Year's Eve Brothers and Sistas!
Going to my sister's house-sitting house tonight for a mini-soiree...should be fantastic. I thought, as per tradition - I'd post my favourite (and least favourite) albums of the year..just cuz I fucking love lists so much.
Hope everyone stays sober tonight.
Kidding, kidding.
Happy star gazing, everyone...

Dan

Top Eleven for 2006:
11. Neil Young - Living With War
10. Bob Dylan - Modern Times
09. Tilly and the Wall - Bottoms of Barrels
08. Peaches - Impeach My Bush
07. Tanya Donelly - This Hungry Life
06. Flaming Lips - At War with the Mystics
05. Veruca Salt - IV
04. Regina Spektor - Begin to Hope
03. Amy Millan - Honey from the Tombs
02. Matthew Sweet and Susanna HOffs - Under the Covers vol. 1
01. Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins - Rabbit Fur Coat

Close calls at Greatness:
Emily Haines - Knives Don't Have Your Back
Scissor Sisters - Tah Dah!
Sonic Youth - Rather Ripped
Cat Power - the Greatest
Band of Horses - Everything all the Time
Beth Orton - Comfort of Strangers
beck - the information
Jarvis Cocker- Jarvis
erase errata - nightlife
lisa germano - in the maybe world
pretty girls make graves - elan vital
Lily Allen - Alright Still
Neko Case - Fox Confessor Brings the Blood

You Kinda Sucked This Year:
Hawksley Workman - Treefull of Starling
Nina Gordon - Bleeding Heart Graffiti
Ani DiFranco - Reprieve
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Stadium Arcadium (Fuck, can you say "BORING"??)
Sarah McLachlan - Wintersong (she never ceases to nauseate - and she REALLY brings it with this one)

Spinning and Blurring and Faster and Faster...

Well...another year is on the cusp of biting it.

And I just found out -this morning - Saddam Hussein actually did.

Bite it, that is.

Killing is wrong, so if you kill - and the powers that be want to right the wrong, they kill you.

I can't even touch this one today.

I'm not a Saddam defender...actually - what shocks me is that he didn't "commit suicide" first (aka - KILLED by Americans before the Iraqi government even had the chance to hang him).

But...ever since Dan Rather interviewed him back in 2003 - and Saddam challenged George Bush to an on-air debate about whether or not they had weapons of mass destruction (which Saddam insisted they did not - and it turns out he wasn't bullshitting) and George Bush declined the debate...I KNEW it wouldn't be long before Hussein was sentenced to hang from his neck until he was dead.

And so it has come to pass.

I am a prophet now, worship me.

Ha! Kidding. It sucks though. I was thinking today, seeing as 2006 is coming to a close - how much we have evolved.

Now...when I say "how much" - I actually mean "how little".

Sure - leaps and bounds in the technology department.

Fuck - 15 years ago - if someone said "I'm gonna burn a CD for your birthday" - you'd reply with: "Why the FUCK would you wanna BURN a CD?? Those fuckers are PRICEY!"

And of course, 25 years ago - you might have said: "What, pray-tell, is a CD and why does it need to be burned!?"

And now - very soon - CDs are going to be as ANCIENT as vinyl.
Our entire collections are going to be condensed into pinky-finger-sized iPods and such will be the death of album art in the mainstream.

Already - people are asking me: "Why burn a CD?? just email me the TRACKS".

Our entire language has changed.

It's hard to tell where we are headed. Are we becoming smarter? Are we more aware?

Are we leading the way to a more liberal way of thinking - or are we seriously crawling back into a conservative attic?

I honestly have no idea. Shit that seemed trite in the 90's is now becoming priority again.

I hear about kids my age having their kids baptized - the same kids who used to bitch and moan about religion fucking up their lives back when we were teenagers.

Hell - I won't piss on anyone's beliefs - but the fear that every kid has of turning into their parents...isn't this exactly how it happens?
We start doing all the things we swore we never would do and would never understand?

Of course, most of it is just maturity...but some of it...just looks like a big fucking COOKIE CUTTER and everyone is petrified of deviating from it a tiny bit.
Isn't that how we evolve as a people?

So are we moving forward or backwards or does it even MATTER?

Is it just going to always be a slow spiral, up and down - or or we on a fast track to disaster?
Am I just saying the same things our grandparents have said, time and time again - the old cliche:
"This world is going straight to hell."

Maybe nothing changes. Maybe everything is in sync with some kind of bigger plan, a universal balance that only SEEMS chaotic because every single experience is either on one side - or the other - therefore of COURSE we feel like the world is leaning in one direction, desirable or not.

Who knows?

And maybe...who cares?
Or should we care?

Is that part of the problem? That we don't? Not enough anyway?

Maybe not enough to be pro-active and fuck up the system a little bit to get some change and just flat out do away?
Or are we doing that slowly? I mean, I guess things ARE getting better...right?

...Right?

Fuck - the life I live, I'm no better than the former rebel girl who is now sending her daughter to Sunday school.

But how do we evolve?
By fitting in and keeping everything somewhat the same, balanced as it may be...?

Or do we fuck shit up the way EVERYTHING gets fucked up in the techno-speed-rush of the 21st Century?

By "pushing buttons"?
Maybe we're pushing the wrong ones?

Fuck, what do YOU think?

Am I pushing the wrong ones by typing this blog and hitting enter?
Should I be out somewhere -DOING something, rather than just bitch about the lack of "something" being done?

Should I be pushing a DIFFERENT set of buttons?

fuck it. bottoms up.

hearts and farts,

Dan.

Snapshot December!!!

Say cheese, brothers and sisters.

I figured, to make up for my horrid lack of blogging this month, I would instead post a few pictures of what the month looked like, rather than rehash everything with a jumbled, mumbled blog and try to cram in a bunch of events and NOT be long-winded (too late).

So...here are a couple highlights from the last month of 2007...

First off, I think it's high-time you all meet an old friend...or maybe enemy of mine.
Ladies and gents, brothers and sisters I present to thee - the automobile that tortured me, left me for dead in the suffocating heat of summer, stranded me time after time at the most inconvenient hours - SHITBANGER. Yup. That's him. Ugly, ain't it?

And here is a picture of Shitbanger moving away for the last time, with the help of a very kind tow-truck. The fucker couldn't do it on his own. "Fuck you, Shitbanger," I mouthed while I snapped this picture. "Fuck you."

We had a pretty green Christmas this year - but this one morning...the snow was coming down in GIGANTIC CHUNKY snowflakes, and I couldn't help but snap this picture. It was like, a quick glimpse of what December is supposed to look like. Magic in the air. Or maybe just a little snow. Regardless...this was a gorgeous, peaceful, white morning.

Of course, Hexmas is the time for...Hexmas parties...and Life Partner and I COMPLETELY did it up this year, in the decoration department....

That's the view from my staircase...

And this is my ACTUAL staircase!!! Looks like hexmas, don't it?

And this be our living room in full. Fake fireplace, but if you're drunk or stoned enough, I swear to god you can feel heat off the fucker. Even thought it's only a t.v.

Note Frosty next to it.

He's not melting.

Told ya the fire was fake.

This is where Life Partner and I kneeled together to say our Christmas prayers to Father Satan. Kidding. I picked up all those candles for a buck, believe it or not. And the little snowman, a buck as well. Me loves to bargain shop. Me loves it.

Again, a few more candles-for-a-buck. But not too shabby. If you look closely, just in the background you can see the wee little top of my dollar store aquarium, which is the residence of our Betafish "Mars". Mars is a boy, biologically - but I believe her to be a transgendered woman-fish deep down. She is a over a year and a half - and very much a part of the familia. Which reminds me, I meant to clean her bowl for Christmas...poor dear.

This is actually Mars - blurry but up close. This picture doesn't do her justice. She is far more fabulous in person. Long, red flowing wings, quite the glamour-queen. Gotta love my trannie fish.

Have you ever seen the cover of Carole King's album "Tapestry"? If not - google it NOW and compare it to this shot of adorable little Pluto. The similiarities are just uncanny. Pluto was extremely well-behaved this December, with the tree and lights and gifts. Incredible. A little bit of chewing but minimal. Not bad for a cat - consider their favorite things in life are crinkly, glittery, dangly things - and trees. Combine them all - and you've got Kitty Christmas Chaos.

But not with Pluto, cuz she's so perfect.

And...I guess that's my December in a few quickie snappies.

And this is my dapper Life Partner.

*Sigh*

*Swoon*

*hearts*
*farts*

And that, is December.

Dan.

Blog Me! Blog Me! Harder! Faster! More! More! Blog Me! Yes! Yes!...PART THREE!!

Happy New Year's Revolution, brothers and sisters.
When I say "new year", I do not mean 2007.
I mean - yet another anniversary for this little slice of blog-pizza you're currently eye-balling from the wireless windows of your lap tops.
December 2004 I decided to start a blog up on the suggestion of Mister Mike B. and at the time I could not possibly fathom what purpose a "blog" had in the bigger scheme of things.
Now, I see.
It's a big conspiracy orchestrated by Google.
Us - handing over our words, and Them: Collecting our stories, our thoughts, our secrets and publishing them for the all-seeing eye.
We have become our own big brother.
Screams of realization and thunderous applause are in order.
They're publishing our mindless drivel and semi-ingenius bunk on the internet without asking for a DIME in return.
Then, eventually they're gonna close the doors and blogger will be NO MORE, non-existent as if it never was - and with it - our years and years of thoughts will be gone - their property now.
Copywritten and given away for free.
But not before they sponge us for more...not until everyone is logged on and accounted for.
What we write - no longer belongs to us.
It belongs to everyone.
Novels and fake memoirs will be etched out with our scenarios. Articles will be written with our witty analogies. Videos will be shot and our precious YouTube-musings will be the demo reels to someone else's blockbuster. Our original prints, will be printed off and made in China as decals to stick on the back of duotangs and the soon-to-be-defunct Finder Binders of gradeschoolers seeing as we already signed over all copyrights.
We're fucked brothers and sisters.
Fucked.

Just kidding.
I was just being dramatic.
In truth - I have no fucking idea what a blog is, even though I've been writing one since this DAY - 2004.
A fuck of a lot has changed.
I was working at Waitress Hell aka Margarita's.
I was writing for UPFRONT magazine.
Looking back I see that I was interested in putting together a collection of short stories involving my own experience conquering the refined art of shitting in public places.
Something I am still struggling with. The compilation, I mean.
Mind you - I can't say I'm struggling...I just have it on the back burner.
We've put everything on the back burner cuz there's always a billion and one thousand reasons NOT to do something.
So, let's get to it then, shall we?
Continue NOT doing things.

here's to nothing.
here's to this blog.
here's to December 28th, 2004.
here's to December 28th, 2006.

And of course - here's to you - whoever you are, my invisible lover and friend.

Oh yeah - and Happy Bloggiversary to me.

hearts and farts,

dan

So This is Hex-Mas..(and what the FUCK have YOU done?!?) - I'm talking to YOU, blogger!

Happy Lamb-of-God-Day, brothers and sisters.
So, in case anyone didn't know - it was Jesus' birthday yesterday - so if you haven't done a card yet - I suggest you get on that shit.
We celebrated here...typical party.
So after we did the whole "cake and ice cream" bullshit like we do every year - it dawned on me that a significant amount of time has gone by since I did ANYthing with this here piece of landscape on the vast and porno-a-plenty information super highway.
There is reason for this kiddies.
Truth is - I had to switch over to a google account, as blogger has been nagging me to do so like a little whiney bitch for the last month and a half.
So I finally do it - and realize that low and behold: I can no longer do HALF the shit I used to do with this blog, P.G. (Pre-Google)!
I tried SEVERAL times to post pictures - which I took myself - my house, Shitbanger being towed away - and - nada.
I tried to link a few videos (which I was starring in) on here...nada. Sweet fuckin' nuthin.
All stuff I could do before - all of a sudden - I can no longer do.
So - spending time on a post - and then getting a "This could not be posted" message back is equal to having a stranger scream "FUCK YOOOU!" in your face, farting and walking away as if nothing happened.
It's dis-heartening. And a little frustrating.
I was just like - "Okay...WHY is google fucking with me???"
A) I like google.
B) Doesn't google OWN youtube.com now??
There should be no problem here.
Apparently - there is. Or I'm an idiot - which is very much a possibility.

Also - my upstairs computer CRASHED.
Dead.
Gone.
Killed.
Or "killt" as my Cape Breton relatives would say.
I no longer speak with any of them, save for my dad.
Anyway.
No more computer for me so I've been using Life Partner's lap top -which I despise.
I mean, I like the idea of a lap top...but they KILL my neck.
I need my keyboard down at table level - and my monitor at eye level.
On this lap top, I have to like, squat down all the time. I feel like I'm looking through a mini port-hole...the keyboard up to my fucking chin as I struggle to keep the screen at eye level.
It just sucks.
And no offence to LIfe Partner or to Lap Top owners.
I am just not one of you.
I need a big spacious desk, where I can spread out, crank my speakers up...fuck - I like the phallic security of a big rockhard thick and fat computer TOWER to go along with my computer screen and detachable keyboard and WIRE MOUSE - something that'll say: "I'll stand by you AND your masculinity. This is a MAN's computer...not some faggy designer lap top."
I need BIG CHUNKY PARTS and gadgets.
Of course, it is MY big clunker of Hewlett Packard lunacy which crapped out on me...Life Partner's lap top is now sustaining my internet fix.
Such is life.
But - is anyone else having trouble posting You Tube videos lately? or am I just technoligcally retarded here? And I am still holding that as a VERY possible option. It might be the case and if it is, I'll certainly accept it as such along with any advice you can pass along or beat me in the forehead with to ensure that this blogging mess will be all cleaned up just in time for the scary year of 2007.
Think we'll blow each other the fuck up this year?
I certainly hope so.
If not - my head is sure to implode, especially with blogger - YES - I am talking to YOU ADMINISTRATIVE FUCKERS WHO SIGNED THE BIG FANCY CHRISTMAS BONER DEAL WITH GOOGLE - especially with blogger being such a fucking fuck up lately.
Typical though.
When a good thing gets good and actually has a decent rep (Pixies, Liz Phair, VC Andrews novels) some big wig in a suit has to piss all over and make a fortune by devouring it - (after slaughtering it) only to regurgitate it back up in an unrecognizable form.
I fear, brothers and sisters - this could be happening to blogger?
What do you all think?

Here's hoping you had a VERY happy and fruitfull holiday.
I'll post more...tomorrow is our anniversary! My first blog post ever was December 27, 2004!!

Who knows where the time goes eh?
(Begin playing Fairpoint Convention here).

hearts and bloggily blog blogs,
daniel

Still Life w/ Woodpecker

Someone just emailed me asking about my favourite book - which I have been quoting from CONSTANTLY since I first read it years ago...okay...not constantly...but I like to make reference to it from time to time...



Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins. While I enjoy the books of Tom Robbins - and I think he has a pretty damn razor sharp wit - I can't say I'm a HUGE fan of his work.

They always make for interesting reads...but I found his most recent works have been less than impressive...I'm not even sure if I finished the last one he wrote...




But something about this book....blew me away when I read it in highschool. It was leant to me by a friend I worked with at Jumbo Video (midnight shift worker - those were the fuckin' days - blaring Liz Phair and PJ Harvey all night until 7am).



So I read it...and I was completely mesmerized...it talks about everything from life, being an "outlaw", to the secrets of the moon....but what grabbed me most of all:



It claimed to hold the secret to making LOVE stay.



Pretentious, right?



That's what I thought too.



Then I read it - and LITERALLy - the second I finished the last word - I flipped to the beginning of the book and began reading it again...straight through.

This fucking book has the secret on how to make love stay.

But don't take it from me....read it for yourself if you haven't.

I've read it COUNTLESS times...everytime I feel LONELY - I smoke a big ole FAT joint and read a chapter or two.

Actually, I ended up keeping the old tattered, doggy-eared paperback 1978 version my friend lent me. He probably got it a garage sale.

It just ...SMELLS like a good book. The way a used book store smells like paper musk...it's got THAT ring to it.

Fuck...remember paperback novels? They cost 5.95 at Coles and you could carry them anywhere w/ you?

Now - you buy a book - it's 26.99 and it can double as a fucking coffee table.

Okay, now I'm just bitching.

(queue Prince's Sign O the Times...)

So - if anyone is looking for a last minute gift idea....pick up Still LIfe With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins...someone will thank you for it.



joint time,



dan

Til Death Do Us Fart: This Queer Practice called "Marriage"

Well homos, homo-friendlies...and homo-challenged...it's official...Canada has tied the knot with the fags, and the motion to bring back the great debate on whether or not the sodomites can marry in this fine, maple syrup drenched land has been kicked out of parliament and placed in a very discreet corner of the dusty closet - in place of the rainbow Canadian Flag that USED to be there.
Stored, for safe-keeping...but put to rest, regardless.
I was against this whole big "bring back the debate for a free vote" thing, writing letters to the paper, like I was some kind of pseudo-activist for the last year...but now, when I actually calm the fuck down and really THINK about things...it was the best thing that could have ever happened.
Ever since 2003 - all you heard about from right wing, conservatives or other assorted trailmix of bible thumping bigots - was "we need a free vote...we need a fuckin' free vote...all we want is our fucking free vote."
Okay - in the grand ole words of Barbara Eden (as Jeanie): "Wish granted, MASTER!"
(insert blingy-boinkity sound here)
You all got your fuckin' free vote that was so damn important - and you still got kicked in the ass.
So all they succeeded in doing - was loading up the rest of the world with amo to be used against them if they so much as make a PEEP about gay marriage in the future.
Any more complaints about the downfall of society and how it "just isn't right" - gay people can NOW say: "Well....you had your free vote, and ya done fucked that up, dincha??!?"
If it wasn't set in stone before - your precious FREE VOTE just did it...so thank you, assholes.
Much appreciated.
For real - if any gay people wanna throw in a little "Neener-neener-neeeeener-ner..." that's cool too...well fuckin' earned, I'd say.
Someone I came into contact with today made a statement and I chose not to argue it at the time, because frankly - i'm sick of this argument...and I am sick of talking in circles....but I will address it in this blog.
She said: "Well...I believe god wants a man and a woman to be together because it's all about pro-creation."
Yeah.
That's what marriage is about.
While kids rock - and anyone who is living happily as a family SHOULD be looked at as role models - I think this is getting out of hand.
A) June Cleaver never existed.
B) Families with functioning guardians and happy, healthy kids SHOULD be a role model to the rest of us cattle..but not just because they are heterosexual.
ANY family dynamic - which is working (as best as a family dynamic can work) - is fantastic.
Dad and Dad, Mom and Mom, Great Aunt Tilda, Papa and the Kind Stepmother....whatever man...
Should people who are sterile not be ALLOWED to marry?
Should there be a rule - once you are married - if you are not procreating on a regular fucking basis, birthing LITTERS of kids whether or not you can afford them - your marriage is disolved cuz it's not what GOD would have wanted?!?!
No - this excuse is the same bullshit homophobia you hear from the "god hates fags" people...it's just watered down so it's easier to swallow...
Talk about gender roles and women being complacent, and obeying their men...stay-at-home-moms...
blah blah blah.
The reason I chose not to argue this bullcrap is because you can't.
She believes in her heart - deep down - it's a sin.
I find this not worth arguing.
To quote the WONDERFUL Six Feet Under - it's like she is calling me purple.
Who gives a fuck!??!
If someone called you purple...there would be no need to argue cuz - fuck - who gives a shit if someone thinks yer purple??
Okay. No prob. I'm not. But if you wanna say so - it's not going to hurt me.
So fuck - I'm tinder. I'm dryer lint for the great fires of someone's hell.
I'm fucking purple.
When it comes to opinion....who am I to judge? I mean, sure, I'll conjure up my OWN opinions about that person based on the stupidity they feed me...just as I'm sure someone else reading this is doing the same about me right now.
Big deal.
End of the day - who gives a shit???
Personally - I'll never even GET married.
I'm ALREADY married.
Same person for 7 years - hopefully an infinity more.
That's all that matters at the end of the day.
A marriage license makes my relationship no more valid than it already is.
It's the 7 years I've spent with him that makes it what it is - and it's the reasons WHY we chose to stick together for 7 years that make it special.
No big brothers saying "Okay...it's okay now...you have our permission to be in love" changes anything.
While marriage MAY have been about pro-creating at one time (or it MAY have been about women being the PROPERTY of their fathers - and their dad "GIVING AWAY" their little girl to her NEW master) - that definition has LONG since changed.
Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire!?!?
Marriage - as an institution, is temporary.
Sure it works for some.
But set in stone...marriage is not.
I'm not even 30 yet - and I've seen 3 of my CLOSE FRIENDS through their marriages...and their divorces.
A fancy day with a white "i'm still a virgin, really" dress and a big cake does not mean happiness.
Perhaps I'll have a "wedding" 25 years down the road...when we have even a quarter century of happiness to back us up.
Until then...I'm living for the moment, with Life Partner, our kitty Pluto and our little fishie - so seriously...who the fuck cares what anyone else says?

Congrats to anyone who has found a way to build happiness for themselves...that's all we can do right?

always a bridesmade...never fucking EVER the bride!

dan

Last night...

HOLY WOWZA.

Okay, I can't even say I am an Aerosmith fan...I mean - yeah - I thought "Dude Looks Like a Lady" was a cool song...and I used to wank out to the power ballad "What it Takes" - and "Dream On" was always a great pscychedelic jam session worthy of a toke or two...but that's it.

Very surface fan - "hits only" kinda guy here.

Until last night.

Yesterday I picked up some free tickets from work to check out Aerosmith at Joe Louis Arena.

I figured - "Fuck..why not?? It's Aerosmith. Maybe they'll play Janie's Got a Gun...it's free anyway."

I figured I could even stomach "Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" - the song from Armageddon - if they at least played a few of their good ole hits.

So I rounded up my favorite concert buddy - mister jeffy d - and we hit D-Town Rock City.

Typical crowd...what I expected.
Older rocker types who were probably swinging long hair biker hippy do's back in 1976 - but moved on to become office managers and computer processors.

Jeff and I were on the younger side of the crowd - but there were a few rock and roll hootchies there as well, who resembled one part "kid-sister" one part paris hilton.

Probably some Liv Tyler influence in there too.

Yikes.

Anyway, I wasn't overly pumped to go - and I didn't really give a shit whether the show was good or not - we had nosebleed section.

So - kill the lights - a screen lights up to show a really cool montage of Aerosmith complete with old school photos and some sweet animation.

Screen drops and Aerosmith kicks off - with a song I wasn't familiar with - but sounded like they were repeating "Detroit" a lot in it..

THat probably sounds HORRIBLE to fans of Aerosmith who know which song I am trying to identify...

Can I just say though..it didn't MATTER what he was singing because coming from the speakers was PURE rock and roll HONEY.

AFter the ENERGETIC opener of what appeared to be an homage to Detroit Rock City, they broke INSTANTLY into RAG DOLL....down, dirty and point-your-toes bluesy GOOOOOOD!

Immediately next: Love in an Elevator!!!
INSANE JAMS - and vocals which sounded like they touched the ceiling and bounced back to pierce me STRAIGHT through the chest.

GORGEOUS. GORGEOUS. GORGEOUS.

Of course then - they broke into CRYING.

Holy fucker. Even more beautiful than I could have imagined.

Seriously.

My respect for this band - as musicians - has just sky-rocketed.

I was a "cheesedick" fan before...who liked the hits...but after last night, witnessing first hand the musicianship and PASSION they put into their performace, after SO many years....I was just floored.

Steven Tyler's vocals are through the ROOF - and I had no clue he could sing like that.

We're talking Janis Joplin good.

Sinead O'Connor good.

Just mind-blowing.

Their 4 opening songs alone - were such high energy - I didn't even give a shit WHAT they played for the rest of the night...it was all glorious rock and roll heaven.

AND - bonus:
They did NOT play the Armageddon song.

NOT THERE!!! Which was GREAT because that cheesey ass song would have certainly killed my guitar riff-infused buzz (Helped along nicely by a big ole beer).

But seriously....this band walks the fine line of stadium-rock-cheese - and PURE gutsy blues with a gracious precision which could ONLY be executed by true pros...

I'm looking at Aerosmith a TOTALLY different way.

And yeah - they played Living on the Edge, Sweet Emotion, Dream On, What it Takes, Walk This Way....there was nothing they DIDN'T play that I didn't wanna hear.

Steven Tyler is a true rock and roll animal and while I know he is not (by society's standards) a good looking guy....in fact - he even looked a little bit plastic and face-lifted which is a HUGE turn off for me...something about him...humpin the stage, screaming his heart out...gave me a big ole rock and roll boner.

I love you Aerosmith...for real this time.

Check 'em out if you get the chance....beautiful show. Cool visuals too.

hearts and dudes lookin like ladies...

dan

Brief Commentary

Dear Santa,

Could you please do me a favour and hire someone ...ANYONE...to, like...beat the FUCK out of Bono for me??

Please??!?!?!?!?

like...seriously.

Bono just makes me wanna upchuck my pint of Guinness.

Seriously.

(that's all for today, I just needed to vent for a moment)