1. (Source: televandalist)

  2. nolahellcat:

    itmakesnosense:

    “Not all those who wander are lost.” 

    ― J.R.R. Tolkien

    Holy shit! I almost spit my drink across the table. This is hysterical.

    (Source: onlylolgifs)

  3. Two armed “polygamist women” dressed like “ninjas” were subdued by a sword-wielding man during a home invasion, according to police in suburban Utah.

    Two women clad in ninja costumes, armed with knives and stun guns, forced their way through the door. The family believes they were there to abduct a 15-year-old girl inside.

    One of the men who subdued the women was interviewed by the local Fox 13 new station. “I went to the bottom of the stairs and saw a couple of ninjas coming down,” the man was quoted as saying. “They were all dark gray or black, and they had black rubber gloves on and masks. All I could see was their eyes.”

    The women “violently attacked one of the adult males in the house who came to see who was coming,” Ian Adams of the West Jordan police department told the Guardian.

     Adams said he could not provide any further information about the type of sword that had been used to subdue the women.

    “I’ve never seen anything like this in my career,” said Adams. “I have a feeling that as this investigation progresses we’ll have more details. It’s still kind of fresh.”

    Adams said: “They’re all related.” 

    from The Guardian UK

  4. Some next-level manliness from the Acid Sweat Lodge.

    Some next-level manliness from the Acid Sweat Lodge.

  5. blameaspartame:

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood …"

    blameaspartame:

    "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood …"

  6. Least punk-as-fuck post ever.

    Making stock, after roasting a chicken, while listening to an album I picked up this weekend.  The apartment smells absolutely marvelous, white wisps of slow-simmering chicken and spices swirling up into air.

    A few years ago I used to post Sunday night posts while on Sunday night drug trips.  Now I post boring-ass Sunday night posts about making chicken stock.  Please shoot me.

  7. theonion:

Obama To Assure Nation That ISIS Campaign Will Be Drawn-Out Ordeal They’re Used To

    theonion:

    Obama To Assure Nation That ISIS Campaign Will Be Drawn-Out Ordeal They’re Used To

  8. Adopting abandoned dogs from shelters is great and morally correct.  What I cannot understand is that there is not even ONE place on the entire internet that will facilitate adopting a rabid dog.
Rabid dogs deserve love too, and they would be good for attacking the loud little children that live across my street.  Also, you would think they would be cheap…

    Adopting abandoned dogs from shelters is great and morally correct.  What I cannot understand is that there is not even ONE place on the entire internet that will facilitate adopting a rabid dog.

    Rabid dogs deserve love too, and they would be good for attacking the loud little children that live across my street.  Also, you would think they would be cheap…

  9. Chilling in my blue imitation silk undywears listening to Thelonious Monk’s “Brilliant Corners” lp and smoking a dog turd and sipping at a small glass of whiskey and preparing to go see a hundred year old bluesfolk dude play in a parking lot.

    Chilling in my blue imitation silk undywears listening to Thelonious Monk’s “Brilliant Corners” lp and smoking a dog turd and sipping at a small glass of whiskey and preparing to go see a hundred year old bluesfolk dude play in a parking lot.

  10. (Source: lowkeloki)

  11. waiting for the stars to shine
waiting for a dream to unwind
had a great day at a custom motorcycle show and playing some music with friends and smoked some pot that was so strong my eyes rolled back in my head when I took the first big hit and had good record store luck with finding a specific Tom Waits album used for a good price that I have been looking for and now am home with the music so loud the floor is shaking and drinking a tall glass of Jack Daniels over ice and smoking a cigar and slowly sliding towards the blur.  
Darling, the stars are ours…

    waiting for the stars to shine

    waiting for a dream to unwind

    had a great day at a custom motorcycle show and playing some music with friends and smoked some pot that was so strong my eyes rolled back in my head when I took the first big hit and had good record store luck with finding a specific Tom Waits album used for a good price that I have been looking for and now am home with the music so loud the floor is shaking and drinking a tall glass of Jack Daniels over ice and smoking a cigar and slowly sliding towards the blur.  

    Darling, the stars are ours…

  12. The new Lydia Loveless album is the best album I’ve heard this year, and the scary thing is that it’s a flawed album with an EPs worth of perfection and an EPs worth where she swings hard and just barely misses.  She sounds like Maria McKee of the 90s band Lone Justice fronting a band that splits the difference between Rock N Roll-era Ryan Adams and Pleased To Meet Me-era Replacements and she really connects with her natural outcast voice that is unsure of herself and tends toward self-harm and chemical excess and self-doubt.  She’s loosely “country” but unslick and punk rock and messy and emotionally sloppy and real.  The new album isn’t perfect but you can hear so much potential in her songwriting and her voice is so good and her songs about fucking up and getting sloppy wasted and failing and being unsure of herself rock like a motherfucker.  

    *Another good song from the same session.

    I missed her when she swung through Minneapolis a few months ago and I’m kicking myself because you can hear that she’s got some monster songs inside of her, she’s so young and so talented and combines so much fucked-upness with so much classic songwriting sense.  

    She’s so young and is hitting so many sweet spots so well and is stretching herself so hard that if she can hold it together and keep building on her strengths she might have a glorious career.  She started country and is moving through punk and is changing fast and seems restless and reckless as hell and she seems like she could go anywhere.

  13. A combination of being out of town for a bit plus being bored with the internet for a bit has resulted in me being scarce.  A friendly email from an old partner-in-crime reminded me to post something at least occasionally.  So I guess this is occasionally.
Tonight is a step up from the usual bottom shelf rotgut and $3.00 dog turd, got some smooth Jameson Irish Whiskey and a $7.00 cigar.  Stepping up in the world!  Just listening to some new records and relaxing.  Bought a nice new bed so I’m sleeping like a baby, no more shitty squished-down futon.  Purged most of my old furniture and rearranged the pad.  Been keeping busy.
Just nailed down the details of a roadtrip, taking the train down South into the MIssissippi Delta in a month and then an interlocking series of bus rides (that were a logistical nightmare to coordinate) to see some blues/ Southern scenery and explore Memphis and Clarksdale and a stay in New Orleans.  I’ve never took a long train ride and never seen the Delta or much of the South.  If you’ve never used Air B&B I highly recommend it for cheap lodging, you can set up some funky-ass digs for cheaper than hotels, although in Clarksdale I am staying in a real hotel, the one blues legend Bessie Smith died in.  

    A combination of being out of town for a bit plus being bored with the internet for a bit has resulted in me being scarce.  A friendly email from an old partner-in-crime reminded me to post something at least occasionally.  So I guess this is occasionally.

    Tonight is a step up from the usual bottom shelf rotgut and $3.00 dog turd, got some smooth Jameson Irish Whiskey and a $7.00 cigar.  Stepping up in the world!  Just listening to some new records and relaxing.  Bought a nice new bed so I’m sleeping like a baby, no more shitty squished-down futon.  Purged most of my old furniture and rearranged the pad.  Been keeping busy.

    Just nailed down the details of a roadtrip, taking the train down South into the MIssissippi Delta in a month and then an interlocking series of bus rides (that were a logistical nightmare to coordinate) to see some blues/ Southern scenery and explore Memphis and Clarksdale and a stay in New Orleans.  I’ve never took a long train ride and never seen the Delta or much of the South.  If you’ve never used Air B&B I highly recommend it for cheap lodging, you can set up some funky-ass digs for cheaper than hotels, although in Clarksdale I am staying in a real hotel, the one blues legend Bessie Smith died in.  

  14. I keep forgetting I have a Tumblr.  Changes changes changing sailing around in dreamland doors opening roads unwinding.  Lydia Loveless is really making a dent in my inner landsscape lately, she really unfolds the inner whirling negative energy.  Rust and violence.  Dirt and glitter.  The color black.  Yeah.  Feels good.