Codera discusses why people seem to be accepting of dark subject matter in visual media but can't seem to accept it in music.
I'm lazy, so I'll cut and paste my reply!
I was prepared to hate this a lot more than I did. It certainly doesn't go on my favorites list, but it wasn't as horrible as I expected it would be.
Some doofus made the mistake of supplying this cake at the wedding of Ellen Ripley and Dwayne Hicks. (If you don't know, Google it. I refuse to make it easy. Then go say a thousand Hail Marys and hit yourself--hard--as penance for your sins.) They flipped out and blasted it with flame throwers and grenades.
(Because yeah, Bitches, that's a couple that should have been together. That third movie never happened. One of the characters was just suffering from the ill effects of a piece of undigested space meat loaf.)
Thanks to Cthulhu Hand Luke for sharing this picture.
This is going on close to home for me. It is the Waldo Canyon fire near Colorado Springs. I'm not close enough where I feel in danger of losing my home. There are currently five wildfires being fought here in Colorado, and I smelled the smoke last night. Our state is bone dry.
On one line of the MSNBC News, you get a link to this. This is important. It impacts people's lives.
On the second line you get a link to an article about Paula Deen's weight loss. And why is the reaction to that anything other than WHO GIVES A SHIT?
With all the dangerous fuckery that goes on in the world, you'd think we wouldn't have time to worry about the size of another person's ass. Yet people as a whole, at least in America, constantly think that it is our business to judge another person, not based on their actions but based on the size of their body.
Come the fuck on.
People are losing their homes to wildfires. In other parts of the world, people are losing their lives because of famine and war. In certain areas, people of certain ethnicities or women are not allowed to have education or opportunities.
I do not give a flying fuck about the size of Paula Deen's or anyone else's ass, and neither should you.
Great alt-folk choices for the KHEL 666 crew last night, Morella! Tonight I think I'll play a little more undescribable goodness. Follow along, either on our KHEL 666 blog or on our Facebook page, if you care to.
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Dahlings, my nightmare was nowhere near this interesting, but I was bloody glad to be woken from it. I dreamed that I was working my job at the Gerri Atrik Retirement Community. I was on the ground floor putting up notices, when one of my least favorite residents, who lives on the third floor, called. I said I would be right there.
That was a lie on a grand scale. I became so lost that I ended up out on the street in an entirely different building in an entirely different city! I was terrified that I was going to lose my job. This experience is hardly what I call restful. I believe that Dr. Zigmund Fraud would refer to it as "brain sweats."
I think that I really need some time off. Not that I can afford it, but that's what I believe is needed.
<3 Tempest
Justin Bieber guest stars on the latest episode of Who Will Win Quinn on FOGNL. Stay tuned!
