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About Me

I'm less and less what people liked about me. It all boils down to social interaction not only disappoints, it just gets too fucking tedious. As my wife likes to say, "I couldn't be fucked." For monkeys like you, that translates to, "I couldn't be bothered." Take your internet social networks and shove them. That's all I do with this Myspace page. Shove it. Blogs and social pages and forums and so forth. The shit stinks, the illusion of worth bores and Palin still excites about half the shitizens of this supposedly "Greatest Nation on Earth." God bless us all, and fuck you.
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If you know what my status is talking about, I'm like Ghandi, but with a gun and a nice steak.
Human. Writer. Musician. Husband. Role-model. Icon. Malcontent. Lover. Asshole. Carbon.
Yes, thank you.
There are times when people don't catch on to sarcasm. Likely, it's your behemoth intake of all the pure shit that is VH1.
[The following will always be here: I'm incredibly happy with every moment I share with my wife. She's the fucking pinnacle of female, nay, human excellence. There. I said it. No one is more intelligent, insightful, charming, witty, mature, cynical, sophisticated, well-rounded, fun, affectionate, beautiful, nor loving than she. I'm amazed that I've been so lucky to even know you, much less call you my wife. You've easily made these the best days and nights of my life. I've never been happier. Not by a long shot. For all this, thank you.]

My Interests

Music, art, literature, film, philosophy, history, sociology, religion, politics, and sex; the darker, the more intelligent, usually, the better.

Independent, for the win. Oh, and most of all, definitely things. THINGS. Yeah....

However, NOT THE INTERNET. Yeah, I know I'm CURRENTLY on the internet, but go ahead and count how often you'll EVER see me. Thanks.

I'd like to meet:


[It's funny whenever someone asks me about this.]

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck! I want some Suicide Girls in my life!!!!! I, like, totally worship them. I've got to, mister. How could I pass up so many sexy, alternative girls who give conformity the finger by taking off their clothes? If they're wearing nothing but tattoos and piercings, oh, my god. THAT'S feminism! Their hair color SO doesn't fit any mold. They MUST be legitimately different than the typical girl, with individualistic beliefs, philosophies and attitudes towards society, right? Plus they're so HAWT!

Okay, enough of this. These chicks are exactly the same as any other drooling retard. Shit, sarcasm isn't even an artform when it's this fucking obvious.

Music:


What I'm listening to:

BLACK METAL
Deathspell Omega
Mortuus
Craft
Lurker of Chalice
Darvulia
Avsky
Forteresse
Masochist
Necrite
Mortinatum
Musta Surma
Nazxul
Wolfe
Antaeus
Glorior Belli
Nortt
Leviathan
Krohm
Wigrid
Spekter
Abruptum
Beherit
Darkthrone
Black Funeral
Sargeist
Bergraven
Horna
Watain
Secrets of the Moon
Twilight
Funeral Mist
Throne of Katarsis
Judas Iscariot
Nachtmystium
Krieg
Obscurus Advocam
Mayhem
Emperor
Immortal
Cult of Daath
Weakling
Old
Azrael
Striborg

OTHER GENRES
Echo and the Bunnymen
The Clash
Mission of Burma
The Birthday Party
Gang of Four
Ride
Public Image, Ltd.
The Fall
Nick Cave
Faith No More
Zounds
Ihsahn
Sex Pistols
Explosions in the Sky
Pestilence
Necrophagist
Venom
Possessed
Celtic Frost
Agua de Annique
Ms. John Soda
Blonde Redhead
New Order
godspeed you! black emperor
Sonic Youth
Wet Confetti
Wire
Sixtoo
B-Movie
Mogwai
M83
Iron Maiden
Interpol
Red Sparowes
DETHKLOK!!!!

A top ten of artist/albums I not only consider influential but also wholeheartedly recommend:

Craft - Fuck the Universe

Ulver - Perdition City: Music to an Interior Film

The Gathering - Souvenirs

Emperor - Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk

Lisa Gerrard - The Mirror Pool

Katatonia - Brave Murder Day

Joy Division - Closer

Massive Attack - 100th Window

Portishead - Portishead

The Cure - Pornography

This isn't to say there aren't several others I wouldn't recommend, of course. Some worthy of a good listen or two are the following:

Death From Above 1979
The Vanishing
Pelican
Isis
Adult.
Steve Roach
Kings of Convenience
Ladytron
Cult of Luna
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Nine Inch Nails
Broadcast
Boris
Mono
Fugazi
Minor Threat
Pretty Girls Make Graves
Thievery Corporation
Tosca
My Bloody Valentine
Myrkskog
Anathema
Beyond Dawn
Evoken
DJ Shadow
Stevie Wonder
Baxter
Immolation
Dissection
kidneythieves
Front Line Assembly
Dead Can Dance
Rachmaninoff
Beethoven
Orff
J.S. Bach
Mussorgsky
Elliot Goldenthal
Jerry Goldsmith

Movies:

I only watch porn. I'm kidding. I only MOSTLY watch porn.
Movies just watched:
Funny Games (another Brit and Aussie playing a good ole 'Merican family, they die (including the kid), funny movie in its own way)
Delirious (Buscemi, Buscemi, Buscemi! Oh, and Gershon!)
Lars and the Real Girl (Slow, but awkwardly funny. No one's a fucking "hottie," so props for that. At least the doll never spoke so it's got that going for "her.")
Old Boy (Why the fuck did I never watch this before? Wacky Koreans and their wacky tales of incest and dentistry. It got me hard.)
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (old dudes milking the ol' franchise. Couldn't see that one coming. Oh, and it sucked.)
Paris, Je T'aime (Cool collection of well made shorts. I creamed mine. Watch it.)
Big Trouble in Little China (Russell's best work. Classic cheese. Only marred by that loose alchy twat from Sluts and the Shitty.)
Iron Eagle (Like Big Trouble..., I've seen this one before, but it's got jets. And Lou Gossett, Jr, the original Samuel L. Jackson. Wonderfully awful.)
The Proposition (I like Aussies, whodathunkit? Good movie.)
Margot at the Wedding (meh, too cartoony but it's alright)
No Country For Old Men (Holy shit. Fucking excellent flick. Truly intense with great acting, dialogue and plot-line.)
Dead Man (Looky, looky! A real Injun! One of Jarmusch's better films; Impressive cast.)
Rambo (the new one; sometimes, you have to watch the bad movies to know the good ones; at least I liked the gratuitous carnage and the line, "Fuck the world.")
America: From Freedom to Fascism (conspiracy theory, maybe, but maybe true; who knows?)
Aliens vs. Predator 2: Requiem (actually better than the first pile of shit, sorta like a nugget more than a pile, but hey, Aliens. And a Predator.)
Lost in Translation (Bill Murray has suddenly become cool. When the fuck did that happen? I think sometime after Ghostbusters 2. Who knew? I'm going to go fuck, now.)
Bubba Ho-Tep (Bruce Campbell, old people with wheelchairs and walkers, the undead. Need I say more?)
Planet Terror (the only thing lacking in this movie was a barrage of tittery. Come on. This genre was INVENTED by tits.)
Secretary (We've got bush! Spader as everyone's favorite sex creep. Go ahead: beat your girfriends. She'll ask for seconds.)
Transformers (Before you kill me for my Bey transgression, know that this was the hottest shit around for a 10 year old boy in the 80s. Enough said. Movie still blew, obviously.)
The Descent (The Suck. This is why I don't watch horror flicks. Plus, no tits. Seriously. Horror lived and died with the Exorcist/Shining/anything Argento.)
Inland Empire (Some serious Lynchy What-The-Fuck-ness.)
Eraserhead (Lynchy, cute babies.)
Russian Ark (Russian. Ingenious choreography and camera-work. Beautiful.)
Alice (Czech, stop-animation take on Carroll's story, meh funny in a way not intended)
Come and See (Russian, again. Pretty brutal depiction of war. Amazing kid actor.)
Metalocaplyse (Mittul!)
Spaced (Simon Pegg, for the win!)
Extras (I had to rent Season 1, so fuck off. It's good.)
The OFfice (Same deal. Ricky Gervais again. British, of course.)
Black Snake Moan (Actually pretty good, surprisingly. I'm just kinda shocked Ricci shows her tits.)
Devil's Backbone (Guillermo del Toro's one rad dude)
Man Bites Dog (amusing, fun for the whole family, French)
The Squid and the Whale (well-acted and written)
Broken Flowers (interesting premise, script's only ok, depressing)
Coffee and Cigarettes (you know, I WANTED to like this, but it wasn't all that great; the Cate Blanchet and Bill Murray snippets were great, as was Iggy and Tom's; I heart actual coffee and actual smokes, though.)
Hot Fuzz (pretty funny, not as good as Sean of the Dead)
Volver (wasn't that good)
Children of Men (sucked)
Films liked in no particular order:
The Science of Sleep
Pan's Labyrinth
Thank You for Smoking
Irreversible
I Stand Alone
Psycho
The Birds
Max
I Spit on Your Grave
Abre Los Ojos (Open Your Eyes)
Schizopolis
Buffalo 66
The Big Lebowski
Kentucky Fried Movie
High Fidelity
Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail
Welcome to the Dollhouse
Happiness
City of Lost Children
Aliens
Seven
Fight Club
Army of Darkness
Evil Dead I and II
Reservoir Dogs
Jackie Brown
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
Office Space
Clerks
Orgazmo
To Live (Huozhe)
Suspiria
Farewell My Concubine
Amor Es Perros
Y Tu Mama Tambien
My Life As a Dog
Shaun of the Dead
Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events
Ace Ventura
12 Monkeys
Blade Runner
The Last Seduction
Amelie
Interview with a Vampire
Bram Stoker's Dracula
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Better Off Dead
The Shining
Full Metal Jacket
Apocalypse Now!
Taxi Driver
Belle Epoque
The Last Emperor
The Motorcycle Diaries
Living in Oblivion
Gummo
Center of the World
Talk to Her
Before Night Falls
Brazil
Belle du Jour
The Cook, the Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover
The Pillow Book
Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer
A Clockwork Orange
The Scent of Green Papaya
Goodfellas
Casino
24 Hour Party People
Snatch
Lock, Stock, and 2 Smoking Barrels
Mulholland Drive
Blue Velvet
Lost Highway
Gattaca
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Pulp Fiction
Kill Bill vol. I and II

Television:


What's the scandal of the week, good Sir Boardroom Initiative? What should I consume my meanest of intellect with THIS time, my corporate leige? What should I, Infinitesimal, not pay any attention to, whatsoever, oh three-piece suit vested heavenly father? I'm far too insignificant to figure these things out on my own. A man could kill himself just turning off his television and opening his eyes....

I just saw a commercial and realized, just now, right now, that I have things to buy....

Thanks, TV! I'd never succeed at anything in life if I didn't see a reality show on it first!

Actually, I watch a little bit of Animal Planet but a whole lot of MSNBC and the History Channel.

Books:


My wife and I keep buying new books, but I've been either too busy or tired. Ergo, thus, therefore, vaginerrificly, I haven't opened a lot of them yet. I'm working on it.
Currently reading:
The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand
Recommended:
Breakfast of Champions - Kurt Vonnegut
Cat's Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut
Nausea - Jean-Paul Sartre
Flight - Sherman Alexie
Reservation Blues - Sherman Alexie
Indian Killer - Sherman Alexie
Galapagos - Kurt Vonnegut
Slaughterhouse-Five - Kurt Vonnegut
Touching From a Distance - Deborah Curtis
Diary - Chuck Palahnuik
A Canticle for Leibowitz - Walter M. Miller, Jr.
High Fidelity - Nick Hornby
Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
Love in the Time of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Stephen King's short stories
The Satanic Bible & The Satanic Rituals - Anton Szandor LaVey
The Wheel of Time series - Robert Jordan (yeah, I'm as embarassed about this as I should be)
Lords of Chaos - Michael Moynihan & Didrik Soderlind (how can I not mention this book after all those bands??)
H.P Lovecraft's short stories
Etc.....
Books half-read:
Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
Thus Spoke Zarathustra - Friedrich Neitzsche
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath

Heroes:

People without heroes. Oh, irony....

My Blog

Baron von Turdlet salutes you with this nugget pile.

Life is the most swellest thing. Lovely, just lovely. I have nothing but love for every single person around me: the crackhead; the drunk guy yelling at 5 in the morning; the guy in a business su...
Posted by Go back to bed, America. Here's American Idol. on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 05:29:00 PST

Humility, the new four letter word.

There's a lot of stupid people in the world, an obvious thought. What escapes me is why virtually every one of them thinks they're hot shit. I threw someone out a store once, and the guy was trying...
Posted by Go back to bed, America. Here's American Idol. on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 04:14:00 PST

Prologue

Shit.Of all the days to wake up, it had to be this one. It would have been better if I'd just kept on sleeping all the way through til tomorrow.When I did awake, though, it was to a strange thought. ...
Posted by Go back to bed, America. Here's American Idol. on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 06:37:00 PST

Read this when you ask me how I’m doing.

Rest assured. Today, I will have (all at my damndest leisure) written some more material for my CD, have read a new book, have watched another cool DVD, have smiled and laughed with my wonderful and ...
Posted by Go back to bed, America. Here's American Idol. on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 04:33:00 PST

For the pedant in you.

Dear Captain Jackass McDipshit,Whatever it is you thought mattered today, yesterday, whenever? No one cares. It's true. I asked around. PLUS...! Despite however you see yourself, no one else actually ...
Posted by Go back to bed, America. Here's American Idol. on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 04:53:00 PST

Show me your tits.

"And the Lord Jesus Christ did come to me in a vision-ah. And do you want to know-ah what he done told me-ah? He said, 'My son,...nobody cares.' Brothers and sisters, can I get an 'Amen!?' Nobody c...
Posted by Go back to bed, America. Here's American Idol. on Tue, 25 Dec 2007 10:30:00 PST

An open letter to you idiots.

Dear Humanity,Why are you so stupid? Why are you so obsessed with doing the wrong thing without fail? Just like those fat, fucking morbidly obese pigs, it seems like you really have to make an effor...
Posted by Go back to bed, America. Here's American Idol. on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 12:17:00 PST

An Injun man and his solitary tear.

Identity.  It should really be simplified into a four-letter word.I am disconnected from everyone, culturally.  I am a Cherokee (aren't we always?) man living as an urban Indian in San Franc...
Posted by Go back to bed, America. Here's American Idol. on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 02:08:00 PST

Diatribes, Position Four.

The simplest of sentiments:  I cannot stand the sight of you.  The smell of you.  The thought of you. There is this distance, this great distance. Sometimes, you have to cut your losses...
Posted by Go back to bed, America. Here's American Idol. on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 12:53:00 PST

Diatribes, Position Three.

Art and intellect, the mainstays of human civilization at its pinnacle, are hardly casually interwoven.  The actualized individual uses one with the other and cannot separate the two.  Those...
Posted by Go back to bed, America. Here's American Idol. on Tue, 07 Feb 2006 12:50:00 PST