Has anybody seen my tambourine?

Happy Halloween, jerks.

It Doesn't Get Comfortable

Remember Liquid Television?









Enjoy.

Chaos is the soil in which truth grows.

I stumbled across this film recently. I really enjoyed it, and I hope you do too.

There's always room for hooves and coagulates

We had a thing at the apartment, people came and brought goodies in the form of gourmet Jell-O shots. If you were there, we hope you had as much fun as we did. Otherwise, hope these pictures do some justice. There were probably 500-700 (estimate) shits there. We did alright for ourselves, methinks. Check out the pictures below.


Clockwise, from top left: Becky's Lychee Martini, Callie's Caprese Cups, Becky's Mandarin Mimosas


Becky's Mandarin Mimosa's


Katie's Baby Guinnesses (delicious)


Callie's Aztec Vanilla (Goldschagler and vanilla) and my Neato Mojitos


The Awful Surprise (cookies and something?)


Becky's Lycheetinis


Andy's Dirty Martini (a little scary)


Callie's Appletinis


The Bloody Buddies


My Green Tea Virgin Blocks


Juan's Key Lime Pie (these were amazing) Becky's Sticky Rice and Mango Spoons (mmmm!)


Kathleen's Grapefruit Margaritas (left), Andy's Bowl o' Kamikazes (dangerous!)


The danger bowl again, Moxley's Margaritas


Becky, Joe, Andy, April - The good times have only begun.


Lovely ladies, Katie, Mary, Colette


Heather's "Blue Stuff"


Clare, Mary, Colette


Hangin' around.


Noah and Callie chat candidly.










Moxley cheeses it up.






DO NOT WANT!




Get down girl, go'head get down.














I disapprove of something publicly.


Remi says "power to the people."




Kit got salad shot. He was nowhere to be found this morning.

America, THIS is YOUR FAULT!

Right now, this person Monchichi creature not only has her own show on MTV, but there are idiots who are trying to win a chance to be with her romantically. Tila Tequila earned her fame on MySpace, apparently, which catapulted her into a singing and "modeling" career, and now this show. "A Shot at Love" pits the dumbest dudes on earth against the nastiest wannabe lesbians alive to compete for the affection of a growed up crack baby (who is bisexual).

Now, this might be the reality show that breaks the camel's back. It also might be another sign of the apocalypse, if you're keeping score. The problem isn't the bisexual "twist" of course, but the lengths at which morons will go to be on television and how the idea of fame is actually portrayed. The guys are meat head douchebags, and the ladies are a bunch of skanky strippers. In a way, I'm glad they have each found their niche, and they aren't a part of my life directly. I can easily hate them from afar. Somehow, I imagine that this show and others like it are responsible for setting our expectations of what it takes in this word to "make it"-- which for some can be very disillusioning and unfortunate, but for others it can be the very ray of sunshine that allows them to know there is a reason to go on. I love it.