March 2005
Thursday, March 31st, 2005

Man, I fucking love this future business, it is fucking hilarious. Check the blog of one Michael Bay, director of such classics as Bad Boys, Armageddon, Bad Boys 2, and Pear Harbour.

Sample post:

Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Hottest Fetal Alcohol Syndrome Chick

Rachel Leigh Cook wins over Mena Survari and Christina Ricci.

RLC is on her way down, and speaking of going down, Rachel was asking about “work” lately. I said she should get double D’s. It’s good when a girl’s hungry for work, and by work I mean cock.

Wow. Mike Bay. Man. Tool of The World Bankers. Friend of womankind. Let’s keep this progressive! And a Pear Harbour sequel! Oh yeah!

I am having a rare evening away from the noise making to visit the opening of a new Robert Crumb exhibition in Whitechapel, old school free booze and ponces. Robert Crumb is my boy. He spent fucking years piggyback riding fat ladies around North America. OK!

This is pretty interesting – they’ve got microchips in some paralysed dude’s brain that let him turn on the TV by thinking. I guess he has to think really hard, like, “TV!” The bit that got me though, was this line:

“Studies have shown that monkeys can control a computer with electrodes implanted into their brain.”


“Monkeys can control a computer with electrodes implanted into their brain.”

Think about that! What are these monkeys doing, playing Tekken? Has Michael Howard hired them all? Etc.?

— Thursday, March 31st, 2005

Wednesday, March 30th, 2005

I was wrenched with some great violence from a dark and horrorful fever this morning, convinced I’d been in a fight or something, as my face was a good inch thicker all round, and my upper lip puffed out as if I were in possesion of some oversized gum sheild. You that mong face you pull when you’re seven? That was me.

Still is.

YES, I am thalking like a thpathtic with a face full of fat and hurt. Who will love me now, with a mongface? A lonely life of misery and soup through straws awaits. I suppose Mef comes well with a lisp. Maybe it won’t be so bad.

I don’t actually have a TV, but I want this anyway, because it looks like plumbery.

Hey, check out my heroine Cynthia McKinney grilling Rumsfeld about those Dyncorp Sex Rings, the missing Pentagon Trillions and those dodgy 9/11 Wargames on C Span! Hot!

— Wednesday, March 30th, 2005

Wednesday, March 30th, 2005

I thought they were going to stick us in boxes. Looks like we don’t get boxes.

— Wednesday, March 30th, 2005

Sunday, March 27th, 2005

Hello, I am in the studio and my computer has been attacked by pro internet explorer animals killing my Mozilla.

Face was by earlier and dropped incredible fire on the Gravel Pit beat. ATD8 next week bitch!

— Sunday, March 27th, 2005

Thursday, March 24th, 2005

This shit is going to come out and there is going to be bloody fucking revolution.

I feel sick.

Dont’ you?

Get it while the going is good, my brothers and sisters, whatever your it is.

— Thursday, March 24th, 2005

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005

RIP Adam’s ace coat that his Mam made. Last seen somewhere in Cardiff in the small hours, with a small person from a television show about the collapse of society.

— Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005