Well, Geenie Cola figured it out. June is like Friday- w00t! The weekend is open and ready for business. Your whole life is in front of you. You are young, carefree. July is like Caturday- you’re playing Zim Zam with your homewads, drinking Cokes and eating Pop Rocks, devil may care! Uh oh, August is like Sunday, as in sun going down on you day. There is nothing but 31 straight days of back to school commercials, but you aren’t even going back to school, it’s coma time then forever sleep. August is just doledrums time, not even 1 billion dollars, a lobotomy and a month at Fire Island, wherever that is can change that. I was able to crack a tiny smile after adjusting my Craftmatic and writing a fan letter to Alex Trebek thanking him for my new life insurance when I saw this:
I thought of you guys as a bunch of ginger-haired rocking robots (that’s a good thing).
Arg.
I often sleep til at least the 11th on Augusts.
so, did New Zealand run out of beer? where is Gregor Samsa anyway?
No effing way! I’m totally the kid on the right in the brown flannel shirt. How the hell did that happen?
I’m no robot.
I’m a mecha.
And Today, I love Pitchfork: They posted a download from the new Mekons album, to be released on the 21st.
An earthy, chunky piece of rhythmic that sounds like a cross between Tom Waits and Magnetic Fields. With violin from Wilco (although it’s really the sublime Suzie Honeyman; Jeff Tweedy should be so lucky to have her in his band)
Be jealous. I’m not even going to tell you muffins where to get it.
August is February down there, or something like that. He’s in a different place right now.
Is it possible to marry an electric blanket? Because I’m in looove.
August in Maryland is also known as the 5th layer of hell.
no no, that’s just Maryland.
On a side note, I do find it a bit eerie that Dante was able to see into the future and realize that the band Styx was going to suck so bad that they would be the torture for an entire level of hell…