This week's sweet lick is from the band Mew. I know basically nothing about this band, except that I love the guitar playing at the beginning of this song. I actually have no idea if this will be a weekly thing, but it seemed like a nice title.
PS. I'd like to thank Mew for making the weirdest fucking video I've seen in a long time. I'm sure their label was really stoked when they delivered this thing. I'm also pretty sure they shit their pants when they got the bill for horse & slug rentals. Not to mention the horse & slug wranglers.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
The Sporting Errors of Kids
So we're back? I say we like I actually contributed last time. I laughed at all that was posted in my name but rarely did I find something to post myself. How about I start this off with the tragedy and triumph of high school football? You only need to watch about the first 2:30 of this video and then kindly tell me what you would say to this kid if you were his parent/coach...
I will leave you with this little fact. When I lived in New Baden, Illinois I played soccer. I was 7 or 9, something like that, and I played up a year and we were really good. In the 3 years I played soccer my team never lost a game. I hated the coach, he worked us to death even though we were elementary kids but in looking back, he was a great coach. I was the center full back and I'll stop bragging, but we kicked ass every Saturday like we got paid to do it. Then I got benched with 2 games to go in the season and it still haunts me. Let me explain:
We were playing and were up 5-0. The forwards and midefeilders were dominating so much that I was basically standing at midfield tracking down clearance attempts and passing them back in. I was literally playing NO DEFENSE, this team sucked huge ass. After a lengthy stretch of no action on my part the other team tries another clear, and the ball comes bouncing right up to me. Boing, Boing, Boing...in waist high bounces...and I catch it. CATCH IT. WITH MY MOTHER FUCKING HANDS.
I promise I was more shocked than anyone else that witnessed it. It was like a sneaky leprechaun had tricked me or we were playing Bayside High and Zack Morris had called 'TIME!' and placed it there whilst I was frozen. Immediately I knew I was in deep shit. Slack-jawed I looked at my coach as I heard a bewildered ref blow a whistle in the background, and coache's red face and moving mouth were surely profanities that should never be heard around little kids playing soccer. I, however, was in a sound vacuum and could only see the 'what a retard' expression on my team's faces. A sub was called for, I sat the bench too distraught to even eat an orange slice.
I asked the coach at the next practice if I was going to get to play that week and and he chortled back a "Fuh huh huuuuuck no son!" and looked at me like I was leper paraplegic. That was my last year of soccer and I began playing hockey the next season. I really feel for this poor kid that spiked the ball. Its going to stick with him forever...
I will leave you with this little fact. When I lived in New Baden, Illinois I played soccer. I was 7 or 9, something like that, and I played up a year and we were really good. In the 3 years I played soccer my team never lost a game. I hated the coach, he worked us to death even though we were elementary kids but in looking back, he was a great coach. I was the center full back and I'll stop bragging, but we kicked ass every Saturday like we got paid to do it. Then I got benched with 2 games to go in the season and it still haunts me. Let me explain:
We were playing and were up 5-0. The forwards and midefeilders were dominating so much that I was basically standing at midfield tracking down clearance attempts and passing them back in. I was literally playing NO DEFENSE, this team sucked huge ass. After a lengthy stretch of no action on my part the other team tries another clear, and the ball comes bouncing right up to me. Boing, Boing, Boing...in waist high bounces...and I catch it. CATCH IT. WITH MY MOTHER FUCKING HANDS.
I promise I was more shocked than anyone else that witnessed it. It was like a sneaky leprechaun had tricked me or we were playing Bayside High and Zack Morris had called 'TIME!' and placed it there whilst I was frozen. Immediately I knew I was in deep shit. Slack-jawed I looked at my coach as I heard a bewildered ref blow a whistle in the background, and coache's red face and moving mouth were surely profanities that should never be heard around little kids playing soccer. I, however, was in a sound vacuum and could only see the 'what a retard' expression on my team's faces. A sub was called for, I sat the bench too distraught to even eat an orange slice.
I asked the coach at the next practice if I was going to get to play that week and and he chortled back a "Fuh huh huuuuuck no son!" and looked at me like I was leper paraplegic. That was my last year of soccer and I began playing hockey the next season. I really feel for this poor kid that spiked the ball. Its going to stick with him forever...
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
This is why I don't dance.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
The Stinger! Amazing Future Car! Beachin'!
I wish this was my car!
Aaron, your scooter company should look into this!
Courtesy of our friends at Everything Is Terrible.
Aaron, your scooter company should look into this!
Courtesy of our friends at Everything Is Terrible.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Korean David Cook (The Artist Formerly Known as Pugsly)
Courtesy of our new friend at Dunkelziffer:
Check out this drummer. Is it just me or is this a lot like Perelandra?
Check out this drummer. Is it just me or is this a lot like Perelandra?
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