I’m pretty sure that, as a child, Lucas came up with a more plausible excuse than “my dog ate my homework”:
Happy Friday! If you’re around my neck of the woods this Sunday, be sure to swing by for a blu-ray showing of The Nightmare Before Christmas 
Getting out of work late last night, I jumped into the car, threw in a copy of Cure For Sanity by PWEI, and was greeted with the familiar intro to this amazing album:
What is the truth about rock music? Music is a powerful and perhaps the most powerful medium in the world. Music. Plato says when the music of a society changes, the whole society will change. Aristotle, a contemporary of Plato’s, says when music changes there should be laws to govern the nature and the character of that music. Lenin says that the best and the quickest way to undermine any society is through its music…Music, ladies and gentleman, is the gift of God. It was given to man to offer praises to God and to lift us up to him and to exalt Him to touch the tender recesses of our hearts and of our minds. Satan has taken music and he has counterfeited it, convoluted it, twisted it, exploited it and now he’s using it to hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer a message into the minds and the lifestyles of this generation.
- Jimmy SwaggertPWEI Vs. The Moral Majority
Oh, the irony…
I managed to work my way through the entire album before eventually pulling into the driveway, making for a great way to forget about work for the night. Pop Will Eat Itself has that magical touch…
There’s been quite a bit of talk these past few days regarding a halloween costume called “Illegal Alien Adult Costume”, manufactured by Forum novelties. Frankly, I don’t see what all the fuss is about:
Apparently the immigration activists are up in arms about this costume, strutting around in feigned exasperation and anger, because they perceive this costume as an attempt to mock illegal immigrants. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but this costume appears to be of an extraterrestrial in an orange jumpsuit. On the jumpsuit of this extraterrestrial are the stenciled words “Illegal Alien”.
Get it? Extraterrestrial. Alien. Hence, “Illegal Alien”.
How is this a swipe at terrestrial illegal aliens?
I think that the Coalition for Humane Immigrant Rights of Los Angeles, the people most “offended” by this costume, lack a sense of humor. Honestly, if they want to play this game, let’s be fair across the board and demand that stores stop selling other tasteless, inflammatory, and offensive costumes such as:
The Indian snake charmer costume
The African-American costume
The Japanese sumo wrestler
and the ugly America tourist costume.
Where is the “anger” and “frustration” from any activist group regarding these costumes? Each and every one of them takes a condescending, disparaging dig at stereotypes, belittling a wide swath of the American populace, yet I don’t hear word one from any so-call activist group demanding that these costumes be removed from any and all stores immediately, and that a public formal apology be offered to anybody who might have been offended by these vulgar, objectionable costumes.
Come on, guys. It’s either all or nothing. Where do the activists stand on this? Do they at all? Or is this a case of them cherry picking a “so called” controversy to drum up support for their pet cause? What if this alien costume was trying to bring to light the issue of German, Swedish, or Samoan illegal immigration? Why does the Coalition for Humane Immigrant Rights of Los Angeles automatically assume that this costume is poking fun at Mexican illegal aliens? I wonder…
I purchased a bottle of juice from the local Albertson’s on my way back to work this afternoon after a great session at the gym. Uncapping my newly acquired bottle of juicy goodness and taking a good chug of its contents, I noticed an odd stale taste aftertaste. Something about this drink was a bit…off.
Hrmmm. Spinning the juice container around I eyeballed the date and read it aloud:
Even though I was saying the words, my mind couldn’t comprehend their full meaning until several seconds later. Call it a delayed shock, but as soon as I understood the implication of this date I unconsciously stuck out my tongue, squinted my eyes shut, and let out an audible, “Eugh!”
I guess that’s the appropriate response to drinking juice that’s two months past its expiration date?
…or is there something peculiar about this photo?:
I have the gnawing, aching feeling that I’m missing something obvious, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it could be…
