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Showing posts with label 1980s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1980s. Show all posts
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Cyclepath
How to conduct your life in ten easy lessons, if you want your life to be a meaningless, affluent one involving regular murder, cannibalism and torture that is.
1. Have a daily routine
2. Understand 80s pop music, like Huey Lewis and the News
3.Carry a business card
4-10. Murder women and confess it
I'll have the decapitated latte and stray cat,please.
1. Have a daily routine
2. Understand 80s pop music, like Huey Lewis and the News
3.Carry a business card
4-10. Murder women and confess it
I'll have the decapitated latte and stray cat,please.
Labels:
1980s,
American Psycho,
Brett Easton Ellis,
Christian Bale,
murder,
psychopath
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Generation WTF
I'm convinced growing up in the 80s must've twisted the minds of all those who were kids then. MC Hammer, Vanilla Ice, huge hairdos, shoulder pads..the list goes on. We had great music from the 80s too, and you won't find any of it here.
Okay the song is good, but you're kidding yourself if you think any other band of the 80s can beat Europe frontman Joey Tempest's "hands-in-my-pockets-while-giving-you-a-meaningful-stare" dance from Carrie
CAAAARRRY!
Of course my childhood response to this was: Carry! Caaaaaa-ry! Carry what?
And when all else fails, just do a montage of setting up the stage, lighter salutes, more big hair and sweeping helicopter shots. And the "swing-from-side-to-side-while-playing-galloping-triplet" dance.
THE FINAL COUNTDOWN
No, I've yet to figure out why "We're heading for Venus" because there's sweet fuck all to do there. Also, we've wasted another ten minutes of your life. When you die and your life flashes before you, hopefully some of it will be this.
Okay the song is good, but you're kidding yourself if you think any other band of the 80s can beat Europe frontman Joey Tempest's "hands-in-my-pockets-while-giving-you-a-meaningful-stare" dance from Carrie
CAAAARRRY!
Of course my childhood response to this was: Carry! Caaaaaa-ry! Carry what?
And when all else fails, just do a montage of setting up the stage, lighter salutes, more big hair and sweeping helicopter shots. And the "swing-from-side-to-side-while-playing-galloping-triplet" dance.
THE FINAL COUNTDOWN
No, I've yet to figure out why "We're heading for Venus" because there's sweet fuck all to do there. Also, we've wasted another ten minutes of your life. When you die and your life flashes before you, hopefully some of it will be this.
Labels:
1980s,
awesome dancing,
Carrie,
Europe,
time wasting
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