The freaky-thinky side is a little sexless this week, and the dirty-bitchy side is mostly just bitchy. Which can only mean one thing: Y’all can’t take the heat! That’s OK, neither can Far Out vs. Hot Dang. Hugs for everybody!
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| If you see one Rollling Thunder picture, it should be this one. |
Craig B.: “I’m convinced that every girl named brittany …. is rolling.”
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| “Has your god ever promoted fringe culture on public television?” |
“wait till you see how Spears and Webbe sexualize the notion of synchronizing rocking chairs” |
| “The use of a wide range of vibrant colour and the interconnectedness of different systems of angular lines and patterns is something that’s a constant in both of those things, and apparently a pretty grabbing aesthetic trait for me!” |
“You’ll either be swept up by its impressionistic contemplations of birth, death, God, the universe, and All That Is, or it will leave you cold. Count me in the latter camp.” |
| “That was, like, 25 lives ago for me.” |
“it’s sort of like throwing Dead Can Dance on a witch house comp, or a cut from Paul Simon’s Graceland on a Vampire Weekend album.” |
| Dinner & Dancing with Neil deGrasse Tyson |
“I felt bad. I felt bad when we got rid of the Mothership.” |
| “It plays meta-theatrical games.” |
“Call it the Gitmo approach to lampoonery” |
| Jon Fischer: “I suspect this gazpacho I’m eating is in fact salsa. Always a risk!”
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“Might as well go ahead and change the name of the place to ‘Sux.'” |
