Warn Out, Played Out.

The whole curly mustache photo op thing has been happening for over 5 years now. What started as some type of big inside joke is just dumb now. When companies start making mustache gag/joke products people buy, you know something uttlery idiotic went viral. it's been stupid since the first 2 seconds that it started. Cut it out, stop it and try being "cool" by doing something I know is new for you...be original!

If you think for yourself, move along. This is dedicated to the hipster following retards.

Udo, il barista tedesco dal viso tondeggiante, servì a Moldenke un boccale di malzio fermentato, un vasetto di fosfato in polvere, una ciotola di fungu a cubetti e una matassa di pelo da rollare. «Marca Tricofin, Moldenke. La migliore. A proposito, che gliene pare della mano? Mica male, eh?»
La mano in questione era cadaverica, azzurrognola e formata da soli pollici, con le unghie parzialmente estirpate che trasudavano pus dalla carne viva.
«Non male. Chi gliel’ha fatta?»
«Il dottor Ferry, a Nuova Oleo. Le capitasse di passare da quelle parti, faccia un salto da lui. Ha un aspetto così banale. Dovrebbe proprio farsi qualcosa. Quelle orecchie così piccole, per esempio. Non le piacerebbe averle più grosse? Diverse? Magari di maiale francese? Sa, Ferry è specializzato in maiali.»
Moldenke sfilò una presina di pelo dalla matassa e la annusò. «Mi deformerò quando ci sarà una legge che lo impone.»
Udo si asciugò con il grembiule il sangue che gli colava da uno dei pollici. «Mio zio se l’è fatte. Adesso ha un’aria molto più affilata, aerodinamica. Sta accarezzando l’idea di un terzo occhio.» Moldenke indicò il cerchio di cicatrici puntiformi che aveva intorno alla bocca. «Io con aghi e bisturi non vado molto d’accordo. A dieci anni mia madre mi ha cucito le labbra con del filo nero spesso, perché avevo sputato sul suo gelsomino notturno. Non sono riuscito a mangiare, né a bere, né a parlare per tre giorni, finché il mio defunto ma magnanimo padre non ha tagliato il filo con le forbici.»
Si aprì la cerniera sui davanti della tuta. «E questa brutta cicatrice a croce che va da un capezzolo all’altro e dal collo all’ombelico… mi hanno tolto un polmone e messo quattro cuori di pecora. Il mio stava perdendo colpi.»
«Caspita. Comunque la deformazione per scelta è tutta un’altra cosa. È diversa, dà una sensazione diversa. Lo ammetta, questa è una mano coi controfiocchi. Un pezzo unico. Un argomento di conversazione. Adesso mi sto facendo fare un guanto speciale.»
«Glielo do io un argomento di conversazione, Udo. Questo malzio puzza. È fresco?»
«Ma certo. È il primo boccale che spillo.»
«Lo ha fatto bollire per uccidere la tubularia?»
«Per un’ora.»
«E la shigella?»
«Non può essere sopravvissuto niente. Niente. Ma se proprio vuole stare tranquillo, ci metta tanto fosfato.»

«Ricordo ancora perfettamente il giorno delle nozze. I preparativi erano iniziati settimane prima... Mi ero cosparsa il corpo di olio di mummia, quindi di polvere di lavanda... Rispettando le usanze nuziali neutrodine, mi ero piazzata dei tamponi di lino sui bulbi oculari, chiudendo poi le palpebre, che quindi sporgevano in modo innaturale. Provavo un purissimo senso di attesa gioiosa. Ma non ci sposammo mai. Billy fu impiccato in seguito alla falsa accusa di aver deturpato il tempio arviano lanciando escrementi contro le finestre. I responsabili erano alcuni vagabondi e straccioni della zona, tutti però regolarmente in possesso delle dispense. Billy, che in quel momento stava pregando nel tempio, non ce l'aveva. Lo piansi amaramente e per lunghi mesi. Intaglia una sua piccola effigie in un ceppo nodoso di legno di canfora, e con quello misi fine alla mia verginità. La lasciai all'interno, così da poter provare dolore ad ogni passo, e ricordare così il mio lutto.»

Radio Ratt: Il decimo pianeta del sistema solare prende il nome dal suo scopritore, Leuko Vink. Leuko gravita alla fredda ombra del lontano Nettuno, e prima dell'ultima Dimenticanza era noto come Pumpsylvania. Vink ha scoperto il pianeta con un telescopio portatile regalatogli dallo sfortunato astronomo neutrodino Percival Nasodoro. «Prima di scoprire Leuko» ha dichiarato Vink «avevo sofferto di stitichezza per tre mesi».
A Indian Apple, il Fetido Tick Harrison è stato accusato di aver sodomizzato in costume da megagalattico un'anatra da fango nel Parco delle Sardine n.5...

Estratti da "L'Era di Sinatra"

L'Era di Sinatra

256 pagine | 14 euro

Trad: Matteo Colombo

ISBN Edizioni

Un delirio coprologico. È questo il libro di David Ohle, personaggio cult già nel '72 grazie a Motorman, libro a lungo introvabile e diffuso fotocopiato, e avvolto dall'alone della leggenda per essere stato il trascrittore dei sogni lisergici di Burroughs. Poi, per assurgere definitivamente al rango di mito, sparisce per 30 anni per ritornare nel 2004 a presentarci il seguito delle avventure assurde di Moldenke in “L'Era di Sinatra”.

Fantascienza, speculative fiction, distopia, fantasia visionaria, chiamatela come volete... sono stati scomodati in tanti per dare un'idea di quello che è il mondo surreale costruito da Ohle: Vonnegut, Swift, Pynchon, Toole... ovviamente Burroughs.

Ma come recita il sottotitolo (“un romanzo molto strano”) è davvero un libro che si allontana da tutto quello che potete aver letto. Il mondo di Ohle è malato, un mondo decadente dove l'estetica è degenerata fino al punto di portare le persone a deformarsi per piacersi, un mondo dove gli uomini mangiano cibo che neanche i gabbiani vogliono toccare, un mondo dominato da un totalitarismo sadico e folle che impone uno stato di polizia e una giustizia assurda e arbitraria che, in nome del principio di equilibrio, punisce a caso considerando il crimine un fallimento collettivo, un mondo pervaso da sentimenti anti-egualitari e dal razzismo. Un mondo che ricerca un precario equilibrio tramite periodiche Dimenticanze che cancellano i ricordi e il vissuto di tutti, rimescolando le vite a caso. Un delirio, oltretutto disgustoso e raccontato con dovizia di particolari, al limite del ripugnante. Un grande libro.

It's going to be okay, Kurt Cobain rode the bus too.

POP YOUR BALLOON

by the beastie boys

This song was supposed to come out on the Beastie's new album...but it didn't make the cut. It's been out for a long time but I figured for those that haven't heard it. Here you go. I'm not sure but I think this was released as a Bside or something.  What do you think? Thoughts?

RECREATIONAL

BOOTY

VS.

Victor & Rolf Vs. Hans Op de Beek

Rachel Freire Vs. Jan Fabre 

Christopher Shannon Vs. Felipe Secco

Mariel Haenn Vs. Keith Haring 

Daniel Sannwald Vs. Sarah Applebaum

Via: Till Fashion

TRUTH

It is not everyday that you get to report on the goings on of a film set. But that is exactly what I am able to do in this report, as I was lucky enough recently to be the Script Supervisor on the upcoming short film CottonMouth.

Based and filmed in the North of England, this film brings you along on the journey of a stand-up comedian down on his luck, waiting for that one glorious moment where everything goes right. What will it take him to get to that point? Well, you shall just have to wait until its release to find out. This report will take you behind the scenes and into the goings on of a film set. Will everything run on time? What will the catering provide? Will the crew bow to the actors demands? These were just some of the questions I was not worried about as I knew I was working with a great professional cast, with the determination and skill to create a great piece of work.

This was not a case of simply pointing a camera at an actor, caught in the headlights (or light of the camera if you want to be pedantic). A full and professional cast and crew gathered in the surprisingly warm and sunny town of Doncaster to create a charming, well written and thoroughly entertaining 30 minute short film. I shall take you through the day and night on one of the sets. After much deliberation, I have decided to focus on one of the longest days we had on set. Once rehearsals were out of the way, we ventured forth – and back – from Arksey to Doncaster Town Centre.

Now, when I say a long day – I really mean it. This day started at 9am with fresh faces and a spring in the step. By 1am the next morning, despite growing coffee and energy drink consumption, the fresh faces started to gather bags and the spring developed into a motivational plod. However, this did not in any way detract from the determination of the cast and crew to complete an exhausting, yet very productive day. Two locations were covered on this day - the home of the director being one, Prego Coffee in Doncaster being the other. Luckily for us all, the distance between the two was relatively short. If it was not, I fear a quick kip in the convoy of cars may have been needed.

In my role as Script Supervisor, I was responsible for the continuity of the film as well as helping the actors with their lines when necessary during takes. As you can imagine, my concentration levels were tested as day turned to night, but I think I just about managed to stay on top of things with my trusty digital camera in hand. The role I had was quite important in the filming process, particularly when it comes to the edit. If one moment an actor is drinking from his left hand, then finishing his sip in his right, I would have a lot to answer for. The morning shoot was relatively straight forward. Two major scenes had to be done, with a lot of dialogue, different shots and a shirt stain that was the vain of my life. The set was fully dressed with no issues regarding missing or lack of props. The lighting was well suited to the time of day and added extra atmosphere to the location, a trait that was constant throughout the shoot. Only two issues occurred during the first half of the day – batteries for the sound and how many people there were for lunch. Morale was high, the cast were doing a fine job and the crew - led by the Director - were producing some cracking shots.

All in all, the morning shoot was a success. Now the afternoon came, with more cast arriving and more complicated shots to get, this was certainly going to be the most challenging part of the day so far – and so it proved. On a personal level, only one word can sum up the afternoon shoot, and that word is ‘cigar’. If I ever get a contract for a feature film, the first clause will state, ‘I will have no responsibility for the decreasing length of any cigar or cigarette throughout the process of filming’. Wow, that was hard work making sure the smoking of the cigar looked consistent enough. That may sound boring to the uneducated, but let me tell you, it was hard work. After two cigars were smoked I think we got there. That, and the bite marks in a piece of toast were the two main issues for myself but there were other, more complicated and creative dilemmas for the Director and Director of Photography. Tracking shots, hand-held and still shots were all used to good effect. With the performances also being of a high standard including numerous takes of the physical variety, we went into our dinner break with optimism and no fear of the late night awaiting us.

After a great Northern dish of mince, potatoes and Yorkshire Pudding kindly provided by the Director’s parents, we collected the kit once more and headed to the café. After somewhat luckily arriving at the destination without getting lost, we proceeded to set up for the opening shot while make-up was being prepared and copious amounts of coffee were being ordered. I went for the Latte. I had the South’s reputation to uphold. As the night drew in outside we were left some minor issues. Firstly, and most annoyingly there was the reflection of the camera and lights in the window. However this was surprisingly easy to work around and we were soon on our way. The other issues were for me mainly as Script Supervisor. I had to make sure all the cups used were in the right place consistently and also make sure that the extras (of which I was one) in the background were sat in the same places. The main shot of the evening focused around the two main protagonists talking at a table over coffee. ‘That sounds easy enough’ I hear you cry. Well it was not. We had reverse shots, tracking shots, establishing shots and lots of dialogue to get through and the night was determined to win us over. Before we knew it, it was midnight and it looked like the night would have his day…Would the weary eyes surcome to the lures of sleep and put us behind schedule? Would we have to give in to time itself and allow the forgiving café owner to go home?

Not a bit of it. We persevered and worked our socks off to be done only half an hour over our expected finishing time. We did not rush and the footage later showed that. We had won the day and everyone left for their beds knowing in their mind that we were on to something here. Everyone had a good 3 to 4 hours sleep and we were back at it again the next morning, with expectations and enthusiasm high.

This was just a small and brief insight to what went on during my fantastic week of filming. I would like to take this opportunity to again thank all the cast and crew for their hospitality, kindness, professionalism and determination in creating what will certainly be a successful piece of work.

You have not heard the end of CottonMouth.

William Evans

CottonMouth (Dir. Cal Johnson) is currently in Post-Production.

For more information, go to - https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Cottonmouth-Fan-Page/215610648463519

Honest Branding

Now you can be goth while you kill yourself. Right on!

Mailed from Sarasota, Florida to Mr. & Mrs. Russell Thomas of Charlottesville, Virginia on August 5,

1963:

Hi: Have lots of fun. Hope every body is ok. Tell Russell he can see from the post-card what I have to compete with down here. Billy is going to get along ok. See you next week. Thanks so much for staying with Mrs. L & children. Love, Catherine & Wallace

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surreal

illustrations

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Reinier Gamboa

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Planet head.

lost

and

found

(This is not a review, just some thoughts)

Tour Dates & Trivia!!

1. Before the CD Beyond the Valley of the Murderdolls, they released an EP of 3 tracks that were later on that CD. What is the name of the EP?

A. Die, die, die                    B. Ghoulbusters
C. Right to Remain Violent    D. The Scareshow

2. What is Wednesday 13's full name?

A. Joseph Poole                B. Joseph Ryan Poole
C. Joseph Michael Poole     D. Wednesday 13

3. The first preview to My Dark Place alone from Murderdolls, was featured to listen to first on what site?

A. Murderdollsband               B. Bloody-Disgusting
C. Kerrang Magazine's site     D.Blabbermouth

4. What year did Murderdolls first go on hiatus?

A. 2002                       B. 2003
C. 2004                       D. 2005

5. During FDQFP13's reunion in 2006 on tour, who did they tour with?

A. Corpses Rise             B. Rob Zombie
C. Trashnight Fight         D. Alice Cooper

Answers will be on the next blog :)

"Well I've had three boyfriends my entire life. So I am extremely extremely picky. You have to be the whole package. I find ambition, responsibility and MANNERS really attractive in a man. I like men who have aspirations to be successful and good at what they do. "

kristen

leanne

Handing out asskick sandwiches on the regular.

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