Ah, yes.  Marilyn Manson by way of Fairuza Balk in The Craft, with a dye job from the Holly Hobby Do-It-Yourself Candyland Collection.  (Good to see she’s getting back to her roots.  Whoop!)  But on the plus side, she’s still staying close to her beads.

oh, man. look, it’s full of dirty talk, but if you’ve been following the fifty shades of grey phenomenon, you really should listen to the reading gilbert gottfried gives it. but yeah, lots of dirty talk.

Oh, good grief, JOB. Why didn’t you tell me about this?*

*Meaning: how the hell am I just now listening to that CD you gave me?

It turns out there are five kinds of rum and over seven ounces of booze in a Zombie.

But at least it’s tasty!

Stormy weather ahead…

And the hilarious part is that I wound up with a Zombie because I asked for “whatever drink comes in the Easter Island head cup,” but the bartender followed my pointing finger instead of my voice and told me I would be getting a Zombie, when what I should have been getting was a Mai Tai.  Naturally, I rectified the situation, because Easter Island.

Of course, by that point, I had exceeded my tolerance for tropical drinks to the point where I had to order a whiskey cocktail just to put my humors in order.  However, it was thought that photography would be unkind.

Raising the question of how U.S. Bishops feel about American funding of the Chinese military and the serfdom of every newborn baby after carefully analyzing, using their economic expertise, the Paul Ryan budget and determining that its spending cuts violate Catholic ”teaching” regardless of whether continued deficit spending leads to the complete collapse of the the world economy and along with it the collapse of the entire social safety net.  The best that Canadian TV has to offer except for those programs starring the minimum number of Canadian actors according to the proscribed ratio of race, sex and sexual identities and featuring a female police chief who is above reproach, but also tough on crime, and  who wins the grudging respect of her sexist male detectives.

More here.

RIP Maurice Sendak.  It doesn’t seem you got much peace on this side.

Has it been six months since New Orleans already?  Publish, Korrektiv, publish!

Isn’t it romantic?

On a moonlit night she’ll cook me onion soup.

Kiddies are romantic and if we don’t fight we soon will have a troupe.

We’ll help the population, it’s a duty that we owe to dear old France.

Isn’t it romance?

- From “Isn’t it Romantic?” By Hart and Rogers