Where You Been?

Sorry all for this brief reprieve from the internets. I know you've all missed me because what else do you have to do but monitor the blog of a dog from The Establishment Salon.

So, where have I been? I've been at odds with our century. This is what I've learned: A firm rule must be imposed upon our nation before it destroys itself: The United States needs some theology and geometry, some taste and decency. I suspect that we are teetering on the edge of the abyss.

Get a haircut before it goes off the edge. Or not. This is probably the Pabst talking. And it's 10:30am. Yay me.

ride the lightening,

Otis

Our Next Life

If Woody Allen, author of the paragraph below, didnt marry his daughter, he'd be hailed as an American genius. Note to self: do not marry any family members, adpoted or otherwise.

In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!

I rest my case.

- Woody Allen

Do you have any Soul?

Awesome line from High Fidelity at the depths of break up depression. ...

Here's a song to help our lonely souls navigate thru V-Day.

ugh,
Otis

Nancy Holloway - Hurts So Bad (mp3)
from hello dolly, 1967