Spooky times People!
This country is poised to swing all the way to the right again, there’s a strange mp3 floating around on the net with an impact date of June 19th, artists are getting in trouble with the Patriot Act (it was bound to happen), and a weird killer rash is spreading around. I’ve been having tons of dreams about girls too. Kissing girls. Cute ones. I think one was Nicole Kidman. Speaking of which, to totally switch gears, did you see the Robbie Williams video she’s in where she totally cruises a woman at the bar? Ow! Hot! It’s so hot she sizzles! Ah, I love femmes.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the whole world going to hell in a handbasket. Well, yeah, it was going to happen eventually. I blame the baby boomers.
It’s called Something Stupid. That song, the cover by Robbie Williams and Nicole Kidman. Go download it because I said so and I’m the boss. 😛
The Mayan calendar runs out in 2012. That gives us eight years to get our shit together. But I see stuff like this, and this, and I wonder what’s going to happen to us. Maybe we’ll find out we were just a science project that went incredibly awry and they’ve decided to start with a clean slate. My mother would like that, she’s so stubborn. She’d point and laugh at all of us who believed in God. It would be like being on Candid Camera on a grander, more cosmic scale. You’ve been had, this was all an experiment. Although some noble things came out of the experiment. Like Mrs Butterworth. What could be nobler than Mrs. Butterworth? In my interior iconography she outdoes Mount Rushmore as a statuesque symbol of America. She doesn’t outdo Miss Liberty though. Maybe I have unresolved issues with domesticity. Oh hooray, one more thing to process.