It wasn't that they took their name from a Faulkner novel. Or that they're Christians from San Diego. Or whatever. It's this song. And more specifically the motherfucking double bass shit they throw down. So solid.

Sorry I'm not posting so much these days. Funemployment has some negative aspects. One is that I spend much less time at the computer. I promise, sooner or later once I have a more regular schedule established, I will get back to more regular postings. Love all 15 of you!

I've been holding on to these amazing paintings for a while and today finally seems like a really good day to share. A Russian illustrator who goes by Geliografic has painted a series of still lifes that feature both your classical fruit and busts and whatever with various weapons.

Here's a link to the whole gallery: Art of Innovation

Here are a few of my favorites.

They're all incredible, really. I love how the guns just feel like they should be there, even though your brain says, "Hey, wait a minute. Is that a grenade AND a pomegranate?" (Yes, I know. That one is extra clever.) Check out the gallery. I would gladly hang one of these in my house.

...thank you for the most wonderful photo montage I have ever seen.

No seriously, this warms my heart. God must be having a party right now.

I've been balling my eyes out all night because it's always sad when washed up, child molesting monsters die suddenly of drug overdoses after living like recluses for over a decade. Sure, his contributions to the musical landscape were massive...20 years ago. He changed what it means to be a megastar, what it means to be a pop icon. But let's face it—the man was a ruined, sick person. Has he contributed anything in the last ten years or so but scandal and public outrage? And all of these stars sending out press releases about how sad they are? Yeah, right. Whatever, guys. Where were you when he was being accused of child molestation? Oh, nowhere? WHAT A FUCKING SURPRISE, YOU WORTHLESS FAIRWEATHER FUCKS. What a complete load of bullshit. To be perfectly honest, Michael's probably in less pain now than when he was alive. And he was such an adorable kid...

I feel much worse about Farrah Fawcett's death after a protracted battle with cancer. THAT is tragic.

But, so I don't come off as a total creep and hater, here's my favorite single Michael Jackson moment of all time.

Did you see that? He turned into a FUCKING ROBOT. Awesome. The only way it could have been better is if he'd been riding a unicorn or a dragon or some shit. If only all the plastic surgery he'd had in real life had turned him into a robot who rode a dragon unicorn and not a scary old white woman who wore pajamas to her court dates.

Here's another gem from MJ's career.

Oh shit. That's Weird Al. Sorry.

Also, did you ever play that Moonwalker game on the Genesis? It was pretty awesome when I was like 8, but I played it like a year ago or whatever and it totally sucked.

Catch you on the go around, MJ.

Here is John Hodgman's speech at the Radio & TV Correspondant's dinner. It's absolutely hilarious. If you're half as nerdy as I am, you'll get all the jokes. If not, what the hell are you doing on my website?

Real content coming soon. I promise.

I am a big fan of Attack Decay Sustain Release, so I was stoked to see a new Simian Mobile Disco track. I suppose this means they must have a new record coming out or whatever, but this track and video are pretty cool. I love the plastic cheesiness of the whole thing. Enjoy.

Nothing very smart today. Enjoy the new Fever Ray video instead.

I didn't make this, but Dan meth did.

Here is a link to the full-sized image.

I love shit like this. I'm sure many of you know that I have been happily counting down until 2019 which is the year that Blade Runner takes place. To have so much of my favorite science fiction laid out all in one handy place for easy digestion is amazing. It makes you wonder if Philip K. Dick had the same world in mind for his three pieces of work on the list—Blade Runner, Total Recall, and Minority Report.

And how about Zardoz? Awesome.

Woo. I am 27.

I invite any of you reading to come drink a beer with me at Duff's here in Williamsburg Brooklyn at 9/:930ish. It's easily the most metal bar on earth. No hyperbole.

Here's a present for you on my birthday!

I have returned from my trip in the wild, wooly western frontier. I was privvy to some of the best of what Northern California and Southern Oregon have to offer. Here are some highlights of the trip.

The Beer Stein, Eugene OR - Any serious beer fan owes it to themselves to check out this place if they are anywhere near Eugene, OR. They have precisely 1 million beers for sale from all over the world. Oh, did I mention their prices? Rock bottom. Charlie and I were dancing back and forth along their massive refrigerator walls trying to decide just how we were going to punish our livers next. This place is fucking amazing. It puts my beloved Brouwerij Lane here in Brooklyn to total shame. I even called stupid Jesse to tell him how awesome The Beer Stein was, but he didn't pick up. Sucker.

Wolf Creek, OR - Though we only stopped in Wolf Creek for a few minutes to stretch our legs and get coffee on the long drive between home and Portola Valley, I was fortunate enough to see not one, but TWO men with knives on their belts. Wolf Creek is the kind of town that can be found anywhere across our great nation where the city fades out and people are left to fend for themselves. We could have been in Alaska or Alabama and Wolf Creek would have been exactly the same. The United States is not its New Yorks and San Franciscos; the United States is the Wolf Creeks across our land.

Black Bear Diner - You can find Black Bear Diners up and down I-5, between Washington state and the southwest states. I put it here not because the food is good (it isn't), but because no where else have I seen so many awful puns in one place. I kid you not, I saw a waitress with a nametag that read, "Ambear".

The maybe 3 good photos I took - They're not ready yet. Be patient.

Amazing roadtrip games - These include, but are not limited to "3 People You Would Take On A Roadtrip", "10 People You Would Invited To A Pool Party", "I Like My Women Like I Like My...", and "If You Had To Get A Phrase Other Than 'Exit Only' Tattooed On Your Lower Back Right Above Your Ass, What Would It Be?" One of my favorite answers for the 3 people on a roadtrip game was Charlie's "Helen Keller".

Troy pouring himself a beer in the closed hotel bar - That's it.

Andy Stearns - Yes.

That the whole trip to Oregon can be summed up in these three photos -

All in all, I would say that it was a successful trip and that a good time was had by all. Keep your eyes peeled for some photos I took while up there.