* That's what she said.
oh. mah. goff.
|netik:||what is this|
|netik:||oh my gof|
|jwz:||it just keeps getting better, wait for it|
|netik:||this reminds me of the clay people|
|otterley:||this looks like something out of my high school video production class|
|jwz:||this totally would have been released by cleopatra in 1993|
song and video
|netik:||cleopatra would have made a tribute album for this guy's band|
eric would have submitted a remix
The Hunger! C:\ "Do you know how many timezones there are in egypt" remix
This time I managed to mostly avoid the great jetting plumes of pot smoke that went off twice a minute like a school of whales breaching, but mostly my reaction to the show was, "I think there might be a band playing beneath this molar-rattling bass hum." How do you manage to make the bass howl like that when the band has no bass or drums? Jesus.
But I'll count the 25 minute, $16 quesadilla that tasted like a $2 grilled cheese sandwich as "my own damned fault". There was a time when the food at Fillmore was actually pretty good, but I keep forgetting that that time was, like, more than ten years ago.
I, for one, welcome our new rubbery, tongueless robot masters.
My Name is Bruce
We must go see My Name is Bruce on Dec 17.
However, it's not clear to me whether he will be speaking at the showings at Embarcadero, or at Bridge, since it's showing at both. Anyone know?
Sparkly Potatohead presents: "Goth: yer doin in wrong."
"Don't you fuckin' put this on the internet."