These cat toys from my sister have been an absolute hit with my cats as they contain Teh Catnip, a should-be-controlled substance that makes cats go absolutely bonkers. Please note the candy corn, skull, and jack-o-lantern instances.
October 4, 2008 at 11:33 pm
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Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong
by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong
Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin’ a song
I’m not controversial, I’m just speakin’ the facts
Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back
and shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack
As I unpack from my recent move, I’ve rediscovered certain art materials. I found some excellent biege/yellow printmaking paper this week, and made some ballpoint pen drawings upon cut-up sections of said paper:
September 20, 2008 at 12:41 am
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As some of you know, I’ve spent the past week or so totally jamming out to the samples/mixes/mashups of Girl Talk. Anyone who mixes hip-hop beats/lyrics with riffs from bands like The Pixies, The Rentals, The Breeders, and so forth (including a sweet mix of what sounds like Yo-Yo Correction: It’s actually Lil Mama rapping over the sweet double-bass part of Metallica’s epic “One”) is a good artist in my book. This is some total hipster shit.
I usually get totally obsessed over one artist for a while and totally burn myself out on them after a month or so. It’s happened with HORSE the Band, Genghis Tron, and now Girl Talk. And I have a feeling Lil’ Wayne may be next…
Anywayz, after downloading Girl Talk’s “Night Ripper” album from illegal art and jamming out on it for a few tracks, I saw similarities between his album cover and the cover art of Mercyful Fate’s “Melissa”. Nothing too obvious, but I found it interesting enough to post on my blog for future reference, mm-hmm.
We ain’t eager to be legal
So please leave me with the keys to your Jeep Eagle
I breathe ether in three lethal amounts
While I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24’s spinnin? I earned them
I ain’t no preacher but here’s my Erick Sermon