Hockey Night in Canada Theme Song- as performed by Rush Drummer,The Neal Pert.(Sure to please Heshers everywhere-
Hesher:
Reebock-wearing, mulleted person in acid-washed jeans and a Judas Priest T-shirt who, at the age of 28, still lives in his/her parents’ basement and swears that he/she can really rock out on his/her Ibanez Stratocaster copy guitar and probably owns a Nova that hasn’t run in 5 years but you just wait, that fucker is gonna smoke those fuckin Japanese rice burners once I put a new head gasket on it.
23 things, about this screenshot, strike me as FUNNY.
One:
the no-access,denial message , tempered ever so canadian-lly with :
“Sorry Aboot That”
and the other thing?
being denied access to Canadian media / culture online, by none-other than the penultimate pushers of all things canadian-media related..the CBC.
and the third item of humou, you will find in the comments below. seems someone is mad at something bigger than this post, i think.
et porqoui?
je pense ca must be some serious ass stealth canadian style content they are protecting, not fit for oootsiders eyes/ears..
Beautiful Sunny Meloncholly Music
words to The King of Carrot Flowers:
the King of Carrot Flowers
(Part One)
When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder
And your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other’s bodies were for
And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
And your mom would sink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try
Loose with the truth, baby it’s your fight…
Sitting in the dark, in a house high above the town, birds eye viewof the h-wood sign..on a borrowed laptop- minutes before my bday( welll not minuytes.. but practically)..and I am not sad not mad not scared..just contemplating things…not the place im sitting at or the machine im writing on…not even the huge sign …but thesethings ..theseThings i find inside my head that have collected , semingly surreptitiously..moments conversations..reactions. all weird flashes. its like im n drugs BUT IM NOT.
hmmm. this is the song kindof comes to mind
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well…except for the part about when they sing to the other person : the YOU-part-who are you ..or where ?.
ok now i sound not sad but a bit pathetic. but think of this more as an existential post. really, im just mew-sing.
But Who knew that last saturday, i would be knee deep in patchouli, smelly dogs, miracles, beads acid and a few lost souls?and how odd and emotional a trip back in time via a concert could be.. Read More
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