Rollin' Like Sisyphus

Good Music Friday 

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on May 19, 2017

CONDITION: PERSISTING
CURRENT ADDRESS: 1313 OBLIVION PKWY
SITREP: GOING DOWN

SONG SELECTION

(We Will Not) Remember You
We Are…The League
Anti-Nowhere League
WXYZ Records | 1982

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on May 12, 2017

[REDACTED]
|
|
|
|
|
|
*
\_/
[FURTHER REDACTION]
[BETTER BELIEVE THIS IS REDACTED AS WELL]
[YEP, THIS TOO]
[ALSO THIS]
****
Have a bitchin’ weekend, and get ’em in.

SONG SELECTION

Walk Away
Studio Demo
Bad Religion
Epitaph Records | 1990


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on May 5, 2017

You know what day it is.
I know what day it is.
Not a soul among us doesn’t know what day it is, what day it always is, what day it is always destined to be.
It’s time to face facts, ladies and gentlemen. We’re in a Friday-shaped rut called LIFE and for all the possible headings among the 9 dimensions, there is only one direction out of here.
Long story short, I’m getting fucking obliterated tonight, because that’s still my right as an American clinging to the mortal coil by his fingernails.
What a goddamn week.
I can’t shake the feeling that something’s afoot. I can’t see them, but I can hear fighter jets in the skies around here all the time for the past week or so. You know what an F-16 sounds like. Combined with military officials falling all over themselves to downplay the fact that US fighters intercepted Russian bombers under fighter escort off the coast of Alaska. The “nothing to see here, move along” line from “top military officials” means almost precisely the opposite. Coupled with the weird Russian cargo planes that have been regularly coming into and out of SFO and LAX for the past few days, and the weird dreams I’ve been having of nukes over Los Angeles, it’s getting to be about that time, folks.
Probably nothing.
Could be something.
Would kill for just one good night’s sleep anymore at any rate.
Cutting it short again. Too many plates balancing on durndles mid-spin.
Have a great weekend and get ‘em in, friends.

SONG SELECTION

Drunk And Drivin’
Sweet Revenge
The Matadors
Stumble Records | 2008


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on April 28, 2017

YESITSFRIDAYWHATAREYOUGOINGTODOABOUTITAGAIN.
So while it is once again the day it always seems to be, this week comes replete with good news a’plenty. Yesterday I secured a side gig that, if it lasts the 3 years it is projected to, provides enough room in the financials for yours truly to 1) pay off Casa de Huckleberry in 3 years instead of 8 and b) simultaneously pull the trigger on the purchase of a great fat spread of Leave Me The Fuck Alone acreage in a part of the land that has not yet been entirely forsaken by God.
It’s been a good week.
Now I just have to sit tight and sweat out the next three or four weeks while the contracts are signed and my lawyer battles their lawyers for supreme advantage.
Of course, if it comes together I may not even have the time for these weekly posts either. I suppose I can just create an automated script with a text randomizer and a weekly loop of YouTube embeds.
Anyway.
So there may be war with North Korea; there may be Antifa lunatics in the streets; there may be enemies and traitors and cucks everywhere you look.
But there’s tactical nuclear weapons, Based Stick Man, and a legion of woke-as-fuck/tired-as-Hell warriors bleeding away from quotidian life and jumping into the fight.
YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME TODAY.
Have a bitchin’ weekend and get ’em the fuck in.
Also, do check out El Borak’s first piece over at Men Of The West. It may be familiar to you, but it’s still damn well worth the read.

SONG SELECTION

Money Talks
Live Performance
AC/DC
Live at Donington | 1991


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on April 21, 2017

I AM CONTEMPLATING THE GENOCIDE OF AN ENTIRE GENERATION.
WORKED 17 OF THE PAST 24 HOURS AND I’M GOING TO DRINK MYSELF SILLY NOW.
GET ‘EM IN.

SONG SELECTION

Plain To See
Beyond
Government Issue
Dr. Strange Records | 1991


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on April 14, 2017

Still not at war yet, but it’s comin’ on quick. A quick look at the Internet shows a lot of blusterfucks trading between the US and North Korea, so, if we end up dropping the American equivalent of Tsar Bomba on the Sudan by sundown Sunday, we’ll be shooting about par.
Headed back to the Desert Redoubt in a bit to spend the weekend in utter, blissful desolation.
This is another short one, because I’ve been hassling with H1-B dot-not-feather subcontracting motherfuckers all the live-long day, and I’ve got 6 hours in a truck ahead of me.
Have a bitchin’ weekend, and a very happy Easter.

SONG SELECTION

Indestructible
Indestructible
Rancid
Epitaph Records | 2003


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on April 7, 2017

Coming to you live from the Casa De Huckleberry Cacti Bunker & Desert Redoubt, for no reason in particular.
So with another fake gas attack in Syria, and another real live missile strike into the heart of the Middle East, for whatever reason Trump turned on a dime, essentially dismissed the only voice of reason from the National Security Council, then lobbed $100 million in guided ordinance at $1000 worth of tarmac, FOR THE CHILDREN, and I am now more convinced than ever that there is in fact a shadow presidency run by some band of unaccountable globalist cunts, and for all of Trump’s 29-dimensional underwater blindfolded backgammon, events are unfolding right now exactly as they would’ve under Clinton, Obama, Bush, Clinton, Bush, Reagan, Carter, Ford, Nixon, and Johnson. And they shot the last guy who didn’t play ball.
So I drink, here, way out in the desert, far from any worthwhile intercontinental ballistic missile target.
It’s been a horrible day, capping off a shitty week, bottoming out a lackluster month, punching the first 33.3 percent of 2017 right in the testicles 1000 times.
Have a good weekend, friends.
Onward, then, toward oblivion.

SONG SELECTION

Support Your Troops
The Skinny Years, Before We Got Fat
Strung Out
Fat Wreck Chords | 1998


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on March 31, 2017

Another Friday, comin’ in hot and leavin’ room-temperature in a body bag.
Viva motherfuckin’ life, friends.
It’s been a bit of a week here and abroad, but since I hardly care about abroad, we’ll stick to proximity.
The weather has been absolutely incredible here the past couple of weeks, and I’ve been fortunate to spend a lot of it outdoors, whenever possible. In my head, I’m already in my hammock with a good book and a cooler of beers at my side, all just a few more hours away.
That really is the true folly of Southern California – for all they go on and on about how this is a desert and it’s all unnatural and blah da blah blah, the fact is there is hardly any better climate for growing a wide range of things here, especially citrus and apples. 100 years almost all of the Los Angeles Metropolitan area, and the hundreds of square miles surrounding it, were apple orchards and orange groves.
This seems a sensible and worthwhile use of the land.
Now it’s just a den of extreme iniquity, decay, sodomy, communism, and Guatemalans.
Sad.
Anyway.
I’m out for the weekend, and probably half-drunk already, so I’ll just call that victory and move on to next week.
For this week’s song selection, this is the first music video I ever saw that I actually liked.
Also, I think, the last music video I ever saw that I actually liked.
Get ‘em in and have a great weekend.

SONG SELECTION

Sabotage
Ill Communication
Beastie Boys
Capitol Records | 1994


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on March 24, 2017

Here we are.
Just like last time.
Same as next time.
Time is fleeting, look at it go.
All out.
Enjoy the weekend.
I’m halfway to gone already.

SONG SELECTION

Tommy The Cat
Sailing The Seas Of Cheese
Primus
Interscope Records | 1991


Good Music Friday — Three Feet Of Mucus Edition

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on March 17, 2017

FRIDAY AIN’T NO THING WHEN YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORK IT.
So earlier this week, we sent up Challenger II, in increments, and awaited the fireworks.
Three days on, and nothing e‘slpoding yet.
Still, treading carefully over here.
So I find myself with 10 minutes to myself for once, a miracle of uncertain dimension, yet it colors me optimistic.
AND THEN I GET A HORRIBLE CASE OF BRONCHITIS BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT.
So this is the first day off(actually, really, no-foolin’ off) and I get to spend it trying to suck in life-sustaining air through a diaphragm of mucus at least three feet thick.
I FEEL ALIVE, WHAT CAN I SAY.
A lot of shit seems to be transpiring in the world, so much that I can hardly keep up with it if I even bothered to care. Can’t watch or listen to the news at all anymore; a half-hour broadcast is 22 minutes of TRUMPZOMG!!1!, 86 seconds of dumb chicks who are not nearly hot enough to be on television pointing to maps and telling me about the weather, and 90 seconds of some human interest story that, lately, is repetitive variants on IMMIGRANT DONE GOOD. The rest is commercials. They don’t even bother with sports any more.
So fuck the news.
Even Drudge is bringing me down lately, then it suddenly occurred to me – I think I finally shed the final fuck I had to give.
It’s a great feeling, except now I have absolutely no idea what is going on, nor do I care to learn anymore.
Are we at war with someone Over There?
Don’t care.
Trump been impeached yet?
Sorry, fresh out of fucks. Don’t expect on seeing more any time soon neither.
Any more protests?
Watch as I emphatically and dismissively shrug my shoulders with an immature yet smug expression on my face that clearly indicates what I think of you and your questions.
This is where I am.
And it’s not a bad place to be.
So when the world ends, and creation comes tumbling down all around us, as it inevitably will, I, too, can be genuinely surprised at the timing of it all.
It’s St. Patrick’s Day today, a day where everyone in America becomes a little bit Irish by drinking themselves stupid, but not troubling too much about it because unlike other nights of the year where they get shitface drunk, at least what is supposed to come back out after March 17 is supposed to be green.
March Madness is in full swing. I’ve created a bracket that is already up in flames, because, see above; they don’t even have a sports report anymore and I don’t get a chance to watch games or enjoy anything at all because EVERY SINGLE MOTHER FUCKING THING IN THIS CUNT WAFFLE YOU CALL A SOCIETY HAS TO BE GAMED TO THE LEFT OF THE SOCIO-POLITICAL SPECTRUM, SO FUCK OFF AND DIE, FAGGOTS.
I also note that Our Former Simple Affirmative Action President created a bracket, but since he doesn’t matter anymore, neither does his bracket.
Alright.
Off to drink this thing off and tap into my culture and heritage.
Oh, and if you come across any Scottish folk acting all tough and indignant about BEING SCOTTISH on this day, do remind them that the Irish at least had the balls to fight back against the English, not bankrupt them through sponging up the entitlement money.
Have a bitchin’ weekend, and get ‘em the fuck in.

SONG SELECTION

My Little Armalite
Roll Of Honour
The Irish Brigade
1975 | IRB Publications