Remembering the outfield

a couple months ago i got to spend a weekend on the road with one of my good friends who lives in indiana -- a radio disc jockey with a keen ear for all things badass rock music.  now, every time i hang with this dude, he teaches me something new about music, and during this trip in particular he schooled me on the wonders of the late 80s british band "the outfield".

unfortunately, the outfield got labeled as a one-hit wonder (your love was their big hit) and the true trove of musical gems they produced got swept under the proverbial bed of has-been rockstars.

in my opinion, it's a fucking tragedy. every single one of their tracks is uplifting, musically complex and harmonically satisfying.  here's one of my favs, say it isn't so.

rock on, muthafuckas!!!!

These people really just end up embarrassing themselves, y'know?

WTF???

Long live 'merica

okay, so most of the world hates us, mostly 'cuz, as a nation, we're merely self-serving, bullying, unintelligent delusionoids who'd rather hold up bronze age fairy tales as truth then get with the reason & logic program, but fuck everybody else, right?

we got brittany!

damn, i loves me some 'merica.

New or old, christianity, when stripped down, is still a bunch of bullshit

"After all, once they strip away enough myth, superstition, and related nonsense, invariably they cannot help but to find themselves at the very same place we Atheists have been for a long time."

for a fantastic read of what happens when you peel back the layers of the christianity artichoke, check out this article by john shuey.

it's one of the better pieces i've read on the subject for quite some time.

grazie to j2 who made me hip to it.

What the fuck W HOTEL on adams in the chi???

seriously? $8 for a fucking water?

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?

Things i usually don't find on hotel room walls for $200, alex

and... then finding yourself?

got it.

Um... yikes.

yep. them's all boys. lady boys as they call 'em in thailand, and throughout asia.

i will say that i had a, er... strange lady boy encounter once when i was living in china.

i was on holiday in hong kong, at a bar, pretty shitfaced (if i remember correctly), when a beautiful woman sat down beside me. she smelled good. FANTASTIC even! if i could describe her scent with something tangible i'd say that it alone caused a bonafide bonerjam.

immediately we struck up conversation, and though it was quite apparent she was a 'working girl' looking for a john and i certainly wasn't interested in that, i did entertain the idea that i could get her to follow me back to the hotel on just my own charm.

i bought her a couple drinks. we talked. laughed. she kept touching me.

and i noticed a lot of the locals snickering and hiding their eyes from mine when i looked around.

then... it hit me.

i got it. don't know why or how, because like the lady boys pictured above, you really could not tell. at all.

but i knew.

i asked her: "so, are you a... uh..."

"LADY BOY!" she said.

and i ran. i fucking RAN! i was so embarrassed... but it's funny as hell now.

good grief one can hardly tell!!!

My name is patrick bateman...

last summer i joined one of those online dating websites. i got lucky with it early on, and then it's been suffering ever since. i might get one response for every 50-60 chicks i message. and that's just the first message. often that's all you get.

i'm starting to wonder if it's 'cuz i have bret easton ellis' murderous mayhem social critique turned novel, american psycho, listed as one of my favorite books.

oKAY, AN ENCORE

I fucking love batman (or, I owe myself, and my readers, this...)

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