Trippin’ balls as I look at the walls. (at Silent Barn)
Not even gonna lie… I kinda love this album. It’s not flawless by any stretch, and it’s WAY too long, but after listening to it a million times this weekend for review, I’m giving it the thumbs up.
Sweet nasty Christ, it is vaginally humid out there today. What the motherfuck? May I please get the rest of my springtime back?
Too much lunch!! Damien & I are in trouble. (at Sobaya)
I finally managed to watch the infamous recent episode of Gordon Ramsay’s US Kitchen Nightmares featuring the couple so damaged and abrasive that Ramsay himself walked out and refused to attempt to help their business.
I have always been more of a critic of the US version of Kitchen Nightmares compared to the UK version, which I love. The UK edition seemed to focus more upon the key aspects of localized ingredient sourcing, which in turn boosts the local economy for the food industries further and creates a better tasting, more fresh final menu. The American edition tends to focus more upon the dramatic outbursts and soap opera shenanigans of the arrogant restauranteurs and chefs, never really giving the viewers (or the subjects of the show, for that matter) any of the educational benefits of the UK show’s format. The narration in the US edition always bugged me as well— they really dumb the US edition down, which is a damn shame.
This episode is a special case, though; in it, the owners of this particular eatery are so boldly arrogant and ignorant, not to mention shrewd, they in essence go on to represent to the most exponential degree just what is wrong with many unfortunate business ventures in the contemporary American food industry. Watch and be amazed: This Is America.
Singing, playing percussion, and taking photos all at the same time. Talent!
IQ’s tools of the trade.
Derek working modular magic at band rehearsal.
Why don’t we have teleportation yet? Who is in charge of science? Get the chief of science on the phone immediately.
A-fucking-men to this.
(via saravegas)
