
Do you like music? I like music. I like music so much that at the opening show of The Pixies Doolittle tour in Los Angeles last night I forgot to order a “call” vodka and instead wound up with “well” vodka. And not just once, but three times. Not the rookie move you really want to make for a Thursday work morning, but I was just so excited I could have peed all over the floor of the Hollywood Palladium like a puppy. Make that a drunk puppy (who is now a slightly sick puppy). Anyway, if you can’t make it to one of The Pixies shows—it’s worth it, trust me—maybe you can check out our friends in The Deadly Syndrome. They’re on a slightly less grandiose tour at present but it’s a tour just the same and they need to be loved just like everybody else does. And on that handsome note: Rock over London, rock on, Chicago. Dickhouse—it takes a load off.
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For the past several months a couple community members—a “Mrs. Knoxville” and “Bessie” to be precise*—took it upon themselves (and tried forcing several others) to get Johnny Knoxville ranked number one on mancrush.com. Well, they finally did it and here’s the proof of their online guerrilla efforts. No mean feat, either, seeing as they had seemingly insurmountable odds going up against “Jesus Christ” and “God” (technically these are the one and same divine being if you’re of the Christian persuasion, but I shan’t get into the believed to be Triune details at present). Anyway, am I alone here in finding this site somewhat confusing? I mean, if you have a “man crush” on someone, doesn’t that technically mean you’re of a same sex nature? And if that’s the homosexual case, then is it really true that all these dudes have a crush on Jesus? Yeah, he is a supreme being, no doubt there, but what exactly is it? The long, wavy hair with naturally golden halo highlights? The light olive-skinned complexion? Flowing robes cut from a swaddly and cuddly cloth? All I know for sure is that it can’t be a foot thing, because any guy that goes walking around an arid climate in flip-flops for 33 years is going to have some seriously muffed up feet. But Winston Churchill … now there’s a man’s man.
* As well as Shannon and Kelly, I’m now being told, but I don’t think they ever pestered me as much as the other two.
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