Freak out

I'm bored, and a little pissed off.

But it's not your fault.

Well, it kinda depends on who reads this.

But most likely, it's not your fault.





It's like David Bowie and Johnny Rotten had a kid!



The thing I like about "writing" a blog like this is that it takes barely any thought at all. I find something I like, and post it. Simple.

There's really no editorializing, if that's the right term, going on. I mean, I don't give a shit if you don't like Randy Newman. I mean, I hope that he won't turn you off. It'd be odd for someone to really like this blog (which, let's face it, no one reads this) but all of the sudden get put off by Mr. Newman singing about midgets. Even though they are fucking worthless.

But hey, have a whistle, my angry imaginary friend.



Funny thing about that clip, is that the guy pouting and dancing like a jack ass isn't the recorded whistler. He's the Milli Vanilli of whistling, which is pretty sad.