Art of the Asshole

A giant stinking pile of people have established the argument that the points I make here could be expressed with less venom. The largest contributing factor being the CultFit article. Essentially these people are telling me to “be nice”.  I irreverently make fun of shit when I could have written a carefully inoffensive and amiable little thesis regarding said topic.  They say that I shouldn’t exaggerate, don’t say mean things about people,... Read More

Art Hole

Went to this art opening downtown San Diego the other night.  God, why do I do this to myself.  I like art, visual art is cool, and good art makes my gears turn – I like that.  I know some of the artists as well, and it’s cool to hang out with friends in a chill enviro, but goddamn it man, art people can be totally fucking annoying.  Ok, I get it, there’s a low entertainment value for static visual arts which means people will inevitably... Read More

Quantum Gallery

“Reality is non-local.” Not only do the elementary particles that make up the things we see around us not exist until they are observed, but they are not, at the most essential level, even identifiably separable from other such particles arbitrarily far away. Under the 15 Freeway next to Qualcomm stadium exists a hidden cache of street art and skateboard ramps that are the principal components to a ‘quantum gallery’.  This quantum... Read More

If An A-Bomb Falls (comic book)

Found this little gem the other day and was totally blown away (pun intended).  It totally reminds me of that kickass old movie Atomic Cafe with all the 40′s/50′s style info film and hype about nuclear war.  Basically this shit is totally fucking bad to the ass, check it out for a good chuckle and the info might just save your life. #gallery-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top:... Read More

The H-Bomb And You (comic book)

I will simply quote an old friend of slavenation.com to introduce this H-bomb comic book gallery. “I now have absolute proof that smoking even one marijuana cigarette is equal in brain damage to being on Bikini Island during an H-bomb blast.” - Ronald Reagan #gallery-2 { margin: auto; } #gallery-2 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-2 img { border:... Read More

Cadillac Ranch

Mexican radio stations join the dial now in a major way.  I’m getting closer to California, thank god.  I get hungry again and what the fuck do you do when you are hungry in Texas?  Eat a gigantic fucking steak.  I pull off in Amarillo at the Big Texas Steakhouse and attempt to do myself proper.  A half dozen fat homely waitresses in Daisy Duke’s and cowboy hats and boots whirl around the weary looking truckdrivers.  Deer and steer heads... Read More

Regurgitatro

Its August. I turn 30 this month. I go back to Iraq this month. These are strange times for me. Like fever dreams they seem wild and incalculable. Strange new artifacts claim significance while old familiar ones dissolve away. A cough, a well pronounced word in an empty room, dust rising from an old telephone as I slam the receiver home. Strange times. I wander the internet and the television wastelands to no avail. I purchase vice and bloat with... Read More

My Feet Hurt

Stardate: Thursday July 14th, 2005. OK, to be fair.. I know that is not the “correct” stardate.. and just to prove my dorkdom here is a quick link to where you can learn everything you ever wanted to know about “stardate” but were afraid to ask hosted right here on the site. So why the flashy intro? Why all this stardate bullshit? Well the sad fact is that me, Mike, and his fucking dad Eben all went to the San Diego International... Read More

The Hollow Men

A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom Remember us — if at all... Read More

Lady and Bird

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