Yup. Pogo on the front page. You're all screwed now.
Yup. Pogo on the front page. You're all screwed now.
Might I suggest another half gallon of scotch and a morphine drip?
"Every single one of you needs a psyche evaluation and some meds. Now apologize to the baby Jesus for acting like turds and go mug the homeless or something." -IronSmith
Pogo is an artist. His medium is music. He uses bits and piece of sound, from movies or nature and from all the random sounds he collects, he makes a song. He makes order out the surrounding chaos. I like that. I like it because it's what I do here with the English language. Most of what I write is a collection of phrases or words I've heard over the week or read in the news. Together it's just a random pastiche of babble. Synthesized in order with a dash of wry humor it's an article, or an entire thread.
Language has a rhythm to it just as music does. Most people don't notice because they can't hear it in their heads when they read it. Hell, people only notice it in real life when some jag off rhymes to a deafening bass line. But it's there. Pogo uses music, I use the written word. We're both intellectual graffiti artists who simply reflect back what society exhibits. Its fetishes and fads, shortcomings and glory. It's all there. Life is a rich tapestry of experience and contemplation. Roll around in it and enjoy it's warp and woof.
And then weave your own tapestry...or foot mat or prayer rug.
After having to put up with a bow tie wearing faggot prog during worship this morning this is all I could think about.
Let me know when prog season comes back.
Why put up with it? Just walk out or light up a smoke. People think I'm all outrageous for doing stuff like that but I think you should give it a shot. Just picture it, some bow tie wearing jag off prog starts spewing crap from the pulpit, eyes are beginning to glaze over, jaws are slackening...and then suddenly you sigh...loudly..."JESUS CHRIST!" and then flip back the top off your whiskey flask or pop the top of a beer can. If someone objects you state loudly "THIS IS THE ONLY WAY ANY NORMAL PERSON CAN PUT UP WITH THIS CRAP." And then take another slug. "GO ON JAG OFF. DON'T MIND ME. I CAME PREPARED FOR TODAY'S SERMON."
See? It's like Pogo made a mash up just for us.
oh...NSFW!!!!!!!
It was the little faggety song leader who dawns the bow tie for starters, then we brought in some preacher from the inner city who started the lesson out with some crap about the emancipation proclamation and how people need to move forward to be able to do anything. I looked around and wondered where all of our conservative thinking leaders were at and they were on some hiatus to who knows where and never left me a message that I was going to have to witness this crap.
And yes the phone call from the office wasn't good. Call the fuggin repairman! And we are all out of toilet paper also.
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