Posted 10:56 AM by Alfred

welcome november, oh month of turkey and stuffing, oh chambermaid of brown leaves and crispy air and football and pumpkin pie. thou art the all knowing zeitgeist that polarizes the year as it prepares for its own implosion in and of itself. the kettle that is preparest runneth over with your fruitful bounty. Aprons and frying pans, covered swimming pools and thick soft quilts, come envelop me, wrap me, and ship me to the mainland for grub a dub.

well we didn't really do jack crap last night in the way of partying or wreaking havoc or scaring innocent children. we were gonna head into Waikiki but i just couldn't face the insanse halloween traffic jam that piles up through there every year. we were due a halloween of chillin like corey dillon, dagnabbit. so we rented American Werewold in London, one of the few A movies in the universe (debate among yourselves, submit reports in slot B-4 - shit i sunk your battleship!) and kicked it old school. We even grabbed last minute candy for the trick or treaters, and NOT ONE frikken little sheister knocked on our door.

dang kids. we usually at least get a couple groups of rugrats, i don't know what the dillio is, if it's just our neighborhood, or do the brats of today just not trick or treat as much anymore? i remember we used to be out there from the minute it got dark till like 9 or 10. some of my friends would even go home and switch costumes like 3 or 4 times and hit the houses again. it was a goddamm falookin mission to amass huge obscene amounts of candy and these kids today seem content to sit home and stare at the boob tube and press buttons on their PS2 and then throw in pschokinetic seizure inducing dvd's and pass out from chowing the candy mommy and daddy bought for them and they didn't EARN like we had to back in the day.

but what do i know. bumpin the Judgment Night soundtrack. Remember that movie with Cuba Gooding Jr. and that guy from PCU and Dennis Leary and Emilio Estevez about some guys getting stuck in south central and some gangbangin gangsters fuckin with them all night? you probably don't, but you should remember the soundtrack. it was one of the first rap/rock hybrid experiments, this is circa 1993, before limp bizcat, before kid rock, before any of that crap. it's got some gems on it, including a run-dmc track with Living Colour. That was the gimmick, see, a rap group and a rock group bust out a jam together. Other collaborations include Helmet & House of Pain, Sonic Youth & Cypress Hill, Pearl Jam & Cypress Hill, Mudhoney & Sir Mix-A-Lot, Teenage Fanclub & De La Soul, Dinosaur Jr. & Del the funky homosapien, it's all good in the hood, trust me on this one. So that satisfied my feening of the day for a little Run DMC & jam master jay, even though now that I think about it, seeing as that track was a collabo with Living Colour, Jay was nowhere on it probably. hmmm, back to the drawing board. I guess I'll hum "Tricky" the rest of the day, that should do it. Ah there it is, ok transition to "My Adidas" and now for the grand finale, let us seque into a mental rendition of "Walk this Way." ya know, i feel better already. don't you?

okey dokey. so anyway, alfred, why don't you just end these blog entries before they start getting all stupid and rambling and non-sense making? For example, the above paragraph would have served as a perfectly acceptable conclusion. well that is a very good, and very fascinating and very insulting question, you son of a goatless mother, and i both resent the implications and laud your creativity. if that doesn't give you the information you need then i'm sorry i can't help you. capiche? uh ok, that i can live with, but what do these pictures have to do with anything? you fukkin jackass. isn't it obvious that the western musical theological leanings of 17th century indonesia was basically the template for the cowboy as we know it as well as those frikken guys are interesting looking. i mean look at that band. they are intently in-fuckin-tense on busting through the scene and making a name for themselves. even if they have to wash dishes for 6 and a half hours with avocado pits getting thrown at their heads, they will persevere. and that guy at the bar, that girl's stalking him, and that guy is an amway salesman, which symbolizes communism. well shit you didn't say that. clever, alfred, very fuckin clever. good show. yeah i know i rule.

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