Friday, December 30, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
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Saturday, December 17, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Hey chixxz team
I just posted on my other blog about the violence of the Occupy movement. There's a blog question and stuff. It would be dope if you guys could comment on it. I just want to encourage people to start dialog. Also, please follow my Occupy blog. It would make it look more legit and stuff. Thanks guys.
Also, here's a speech from moot (4chan guy). Pretty interesting. Fuck facebook and the like.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Occupy Chixxz
so its all figured out. I got Radical Face's permish and now my kickstarter project is ready to go. PLEASE CHIXXZ PEOPLE!!!! Help me out by posting my vid to facebook or showing people or whatever. All is legit now and I really DO need the M O N E Y!!! Thanks again to Mr. Face. He is the homie of the year.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Chixxens!!! My new blog/project!!!
I am starting a kickstarter campaign to raise money to hitchhike and interview people from Bozeman, to Seattle, to Portland, to San Fran. Check out my kickstarter sight at http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1019588001/occupy-4everyone?ref=users and see my blog at http://occupy4everyone.blogspot.com/. Thanks guys. Jah Love.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Anytime I read anything by this author, I read it in John's voice.
IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS.
BY COLIN NISSAN
- - - -
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.
I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply, “It’s fall, fuckfaces. You’re either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you’re not.”
Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent Strokes—specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that’s upsetting, but I’m not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.
The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.
Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you’re going to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me. Consider yourself warned.
For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.
Welcome to autumn, fuckheads!
BY COLIN NISSAN
- - - -
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.
I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I’m going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, “Aren’t those gourds straining your neck?” And I’m just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply, “It’s fall, fuckfaces. You’re either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you’re not.”
Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff’rent Strokes—specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn’t it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they’re both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that’s upsetting, but I’m not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.
The next thing I’m going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I’m going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it’s not summer, it’s not winter, and it’s not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it’s fall, fuckers.
Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you’re going to fucking love my house. Just look where you’re walking or you’ll get KO’d by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you’re going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me. Consider yourself warned.
For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.
Welcome to autumn, fuckheads!
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
buffalo
In light of Chixxz' brief departure from absurdity I thought it appropriate to bring us back to bullshit.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Anonymous Vows to Attack NYSE
http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2011-10-05/anonymous-vows-to-attack-nyse-in-support-of-occupty-wall-street-protests.html
Got To Say My Mind On It
I just wanted to say something in defense of the protesters that are occupying wall street. you are seeing in the news how the general critique of these people is that they are a mass of scatter brained leftists without any focused message (and if they have a message, it is laughed off, like, oh, any critique of capitalism). this critique is especially prevalent in the more conservative news outlets and it is accompanied by video clips of incoherent ramblings, meant to discourage and disenfranchise the strength of the voice standing up for democracy, making it seem like more of a circus than a revolution. i don't think that matters, you just keep marching on. and if we sound stupid along the way, all i have to say is that fox news, you made us that way:)
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
The Cave Monster
bright yellow saucer eyes, concrete skin, a guard rail for a brain:
the cave monster swallows small children in his great gullet, always blackness
and then
spits them out in a great torrent of streaming water and green grass a growing
the cave monster swallows small children in his great gullet, always blackness
and then
spits them out in a great torrent of streaming water and green grass a growing
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Grumbles would never have guessed....
not his best, but the first he has posted in over two years!!!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
MTVEES
Youth Lagoon - 'Montana' from Spunk Records on Vimeo.
The title of the song is Monata, don't know if it has anything to do with the state but the song and video are niiiice.Freddies Latesst Single
guy meets random girl on a bench.
asks her name, tells a story.
girl allows for guy to make a single fingered move
and pulls her stripped shirt down, just a little ways
she laughs, and walks home alone.
and then out of his sadness,
this was born
asks her name, tells a story.
girl allows for guy to make a single fingered move
and pulls her stripped shirt down, just a little ways
she laughs, and walks home alone.
and then out of his sadness,
this was born
Monday, September 19, 2011
Am I running, or is this just MTV
I don't know how the name of this shitty band made its way onto my stickynotes app on my phone, but whomever did it, these kinds of things need to stop, because honestly, my club can't even handle this right now.
Friday, September 16, 2011
For I am a rap god, from beyond the moon
Countdown - HD from Desrumaux Celine on Vimeo.
full screen dat shit
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Click Hear
Why the Blue Scholars are gunna outlast Jimi, Janet, and Kurt
1. the music:
2. the movement: the people who listen to their music... http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/bluescholars/cinemetropolis-blue-scholars-signs-to-the-people
3. the vision:
they are turning all of there songs into a collection of films... "We're all residents of the cinemetropolis now. If you've ever seen a moving image and it affected you somehow whether it be a music video, the nightly news, a movie, television, sitcoms, whatever... that... all that has become a part of our truth and how we see the world.
1. the music:
2. the movement: the people who listen to their music... http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/bluescholars/cinemetropolis-blue-scholars-signs-to-the-people
3. the vision:
they are turning all of there songs into a collection of films... "We're all residents of the cinemetropolis now. If you've ever seen a moving image and it affected you somehow whether it be a music video, the nightly news, a movie, television, sitcoms, whatever... that... all that has become a part of our truth and how we see the world.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
To Help Navigate The Slums In A More Cost Effective Way
Who has the money these days for tanks and thongs?
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
The Return of Donald Curtis???
Miyazaki Hayao Hints on Possible PORCO ROSSO 2! Yeah!!!! End Of Studio Ghibli?! Fuck!!!!
http://thepeoplesmovies.com/2010/08/miyazaki-hayao-hints-on-possible-porco-rosso-2-end-of-studio-ghibli/
William M. Cobleigh Sitting Near Buggy with Others, c. 1895
Can't stop thinking about gentleman rapper Mr. Rock?? Neither can I... here's one for all you babies chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Best Roommate Ad - Craigslist
Konichiwa bitches. Are you looking for the most kick-ass fucking roommate that ever lived? If so, look no further. You fucking found him. I'm a 25-year-old professional marketing agent with experience at bad-ass companies in New York Fucking City. That's right! What you know about experience? I graduated from Auburn University in Alabama, and moved to NYC at the ripe, tender age of 22. After deciding that New York was a stinky shit-hole, I moved back to Alabama to cultivate more professional experience. Why? So I can make millions of dollars and not have to post shit like this on Craigslist. Anyway, so I landed this job with a marketing firm in San Francisco, and I have no fucking clue where to live. Honestly, I'm moving there in 3 weeks, so I don't give a shit if I have to sleep in your bathtub.
A bit about me: I'm respectful, quiet, clean and I won't bother any of your shit. If you leave shit out, I'm just like, "Oh fuck I better not mess with this shit, because it's not mine." I turn off lights. I clean toilets. Fuck it. I'll even cook for you. That's right! My dad is a chef and taught me everything there is to know about cooking southern cajun cuisine. I'll fry green tomatoes, cover them with marinated crab meat and smother that shit in bearnaise. EVERY. GODDAMN. NIGHT. Don't eat meat? That's fucking FANTASTIC! I'll make a zucchini and yellow squash carpaccio that will knock your fucking socks off.
I also read a lot. I fucking LOVE books. Vonnegut, Palahniuk, Hawthorne. All that shit. I read Tuesday's with Morrie the other day. It's a sad story, but I learned something about life, love, knowledge and the pursuit of something greater than myself. Fucking smart. Do you like movies? I fucking love them. We can watch the shit out of some movies together if you like, or go get drinks, or work out, hike, play video games or play a game of one-on-one basketball, or I don't have to talk to you at all. It's completely UP TO YOU!
Sometimes I play guitar. Are you going to love getting baked and listening to Bob Dylan and Pink Floyd? LIVE? WHENEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT? Of course you are! I'll take requests and learn any song you like, because I have the voice of an angel and the acoustical stylings of James Fucking Taylor. AWWWWWW SHIT YEA!
A lot of people ask me, "Hey, you're from Alabama. Are you racist?" And, the answer to that question is, no. I'm not racist or judgmental at all. I love everyone. I'm a secular humanist. I FUCKING LOVE PEOPLE. That's the only requirement to being a secular humanist actually. You have to like other human beings and want to help them for no other reason than they are human regardless of race, religion or sexual preference. WTF?!!!? Pretty fucking cool right?
I own almost nothing! I'm driving my car from Alabama to California in which I'll be transporting two duffelbags of clothes, one laptop computer, one guitar, one cell-phone with charger, 8 pairs of shoes, one picture frame, probably some condoms and a shitload of beef jerky and Pringles for the trip. Though, you can expect the jerky to be gone upon my arrival. Unless you'd like me to pick up some on my way into the city. See?! I'm the most considerate person you've ever met. I'm offering to buy you shit already!
Am I interested in your pad? You can bet my nomadic ass I am! I only require 4 walls, a ceiling and a floor to shelter me from the elements. Other than that, anything else will be considered a convenient plus. I'm taking being a roommate to the next level. Email me! I'll hook yo ass up with Facebook links, background checks, credit reports, phone numbers, resumes, references, awards, sexual history, pictures of karate trophies and a list of the top 10 women I'd like to bang before I die. If you want a next-generation roommate who consistently blows your fucking mind with awesomeness, then hit me up. I'm ready to give you money.
A bit about me: I'm respectful, quiet, clean and I won't bother any of your shit. If you leave shit out, I'm just like, "Oh fuck I better not mess with this shit, because it's not mine." I turn off lights. I clean toilets. Fuck it. I'll even cook for you. That's right! My dad is a chef and taught me everything there is to know about cooking southern cajun cuisine. I'll fry green tomatoes, cover them with marinated crab meat and smother that shit in bearnaise. EVERY. GODDAMN. NIGHT. Don't eat meat? That's fucking FANTASTIC! I'll make a zucchini and yellow squash carpaccio that will knock your fucking socks off.
I also read a lot. I fucking LOVE books. Vonnegut, Palahniuk, Hawthorne. All that shit. I read Tuesday's with Morrie the other day. It's a sad story, but I learned something about life, love, knowledge and the pursuit of something greater than myself. Fucking smart. Do you like movies? I fucking love them. We can watch the shit out of some movies together if you like, or go get drinks, or work out, hike, play video games or play a game of one-on-one basketball, or I don't have to talk to you at all. It's completely UP TO YOU!
Sometimes I play guitar. Are you going to love getting baked and listening to Bob Dylan and Pink Floyd? LIVE? WHENEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT? Of course you are! I'll take requests and learn any song you like, because I have the voice of an angel and the acoustical stylings of James Fucking Taylor. AWWWWWW SHIT YEA!
A lot of people ask me, "Hey, you're from Alabama. Are you racist?" And, the answer to that question is, no. I'm not racist or judgmental at all. I love everyone. I'm a secular humanist. I FUCKING LOVE PEOPLE. That's the only requirement to being a secular humanist actually. You have to like other human beings and want to help them for no other reason than they are human regardless of race, religion or sexual preference. WTF?!!!? Pretty fucking cool right?
I own almost nothing! I'm driving my car from Alabama to California in which I'll be transporting two duffelbags of clothes, one laptop computer, one guitar, one cell-phone with charger, 8 pairs of shoes, one picture frame, probably some condoms and a shitload of beef jerky and Pringles for the trip. Though, you can expect the jerky to be gone upon my arrival. Unless you'd like me to pick up some on my way into the city. See?! I'm the most considerate person you've ever met. I'm offering to buy you shit already!
Am I interested in your pad? You can bet my nomadic ass I am! I only require 4 walls, a ceiling and a floor to shelter me from the elements. Other than that, anything else will be considered a convenient plus. I'm taking being a roommate to the next level. Email me! I'll hook yo ass up with Facebook links, background checks, credit reports, phone numbers, resumes, references, awards, sexual history, pictures of karate trophies and a list of the top 10 women I'd like to bang before I die. If you want a next-generation roommate who consistently blows your fucking mind with awesomeness, then hit me up. I'm ready to give you money.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Another Classic
Ddarlington, wasn't Lance sick over this movie in 8th grade? I hadn't seen it until now, but remember him talking about it and being sick over the real life detail.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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