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Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on May 4, 2018

LOOK AT HUCKLEBERRY, DRINKIN’ AGAIN.
MUST BE FRIDAY ABOUT NOONTIME.
CALL IN THE MEAT WAGON.
CALLIN’ IT.
GET ‘EM IN, IF IT’S THE LAST THING YOU DO.

SONG SELECTION

Hard Times
Blue On Blues
John Lee Hooker
Fuel 2000 Records | 2002


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Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on April 27, 2018

There is nothing better than the first beer of the weekend, which I’m greeting just now out on the back deck, because if ever there was a week where 2pm was quittin’ time, this was it.
The only news of interest to me this week was the capture of California’s most notorious serial rapist and murderer, who turned out to be a cop still living in the same town where he started the whole thing in the early 70s. Turns out one of the original detectives was kicked off the original task force for insisting the perp had to be a cop.
Imagine that.
I also once again wish to note that Macs are horrible, terrible things, and the Mac OS is just not meant for decent people just trying to get through their jobs.
JOBS.
Ugh.
Okay, I’m out.
Get ’em in, if its the last thing you ever do.

SONG SELECTION

Highway Patrolman
Johnny 99
Highway Patrolman
Columbia Records | 1983


Good Music Friday – Nope Edition

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on April 20, 2018

NOPE.
HUCKLEBERRY, OUT.

SONG SELECTION

Come Go With Me
Audition Recording
The Del Vikings


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on April 13, 2018

SITREP: NOT DEAD.
Not yet, anyhow.
Last week got away from me. Friday came and went so quickly, I hardly knew it even happened.
This is going to be another short one, because I know get to figure out how to do my job on a goddamn Macbook, since the company is making us switch to the platform.
Its almost enough to make a man want to dedicate his life to creating a technology specifically for the resurrection of Steve Jobs, just so I could kill him again and again and again and again.
It is, however, the perfect system for Millennials, who can’t grasp basic file structure or how to double-click on things.
WE NEED TO GAS THEM ALL NOW, WHILE WE STILL HAVE TIME.
Have a great weekend.
HUCKLEBERRY, OUT.

SONG SELECTION

When I Die
The Troubled Troubadour
GG Allin
Mountain Records | 1996


Good Music Friday — Non-Music Edition

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on March 30, 2018

SWAMPED.
HUCKLEBERRY, OUT.

Good Music Friday – Omnibus Spending Bill Edition

Posted in Current_Year(FTW), Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on March 23, 2018

So it looks like the Trump Train derailed itself this morning, for some inexplicable reason, and a lot of his base are out there feeling betrayed and angry and wondering how quickly the political earth will crumble beneath him.
For a big-city 1970s-style arch-liberal, Trump is who we thought he was, to bastardize Denny Green. The only thing I ever wanted from his presidency is the self-immolation of my enemies, to the point that it moves the ball forward enough to either cook this thing off or exhaust the fuel of civic discontent so thoroughly as to make insurrection impossible.
I just want it all to either shit or get off the pot, because the waiting is interminable.
Today’s events should help.
Anyway.
I’ve slept about 4 hours in the past 50, so I’m going to go drink some, read a little, drink a whole lot more, the get on with the respite.
Have a great weekend, friends.

SONG SELECTION

Forced to Suck
More Trouble Than They’re Worth
Sloppy Seconds
Nitro Records | 1998


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on March 16, 2018

For the past couple of years, a lot of fuss has been made about the supposed Generation Zyklon – the kids currently in high school and college right now, the perported corrective to the hapless and esrtwhile Millennials.
If the recent gun control kabuki reveals anything, it is that such fantasies need to be dismissed immediately. From everything I’ve seen of this supposed Generation Zyklon so far, they’re going to make the Millennials look like the generation that orchastrated D-Day.
The future, as they say, doesn’t look so bright, if one was counting on an army of shock-troop shitlords chasing the Millennials into the not-so-proverbial buzzsaw.
Instead, it’s just one more generation to add to my list of what needs gassin’, right after the Boomers and the Millennials.
Alas.
So this whole changing the clocks twice a year thing is starting to drag me down a bit. Felt like garbage all week, and that’s even with working from home.
It’s just a stupid fucking idea that could only come from government.
So the point of bringing that up was just to point out that I feel like shit and I’m soon off to drink it all away, all of it, every bloody goddamn drop.
And then we’ll do it again tomorrow.
College basketball is stupid this year, almost as much so as football, but I’m willing to allow maybe its just me who’s changed. I simply don’t care anymore. There’s already enough I can’t keep up with.
CAN’T WAIT TO IGNORE BASEBALL SEASON SOON.
Ok.
Huckleberry, OUT.
Get ’em in and have a great weekend y’all.
Happy Punch an Englishman in the Face Day!

SONG SELECTION

The Bricklayer
Live Performance
The Clancy Brothers


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on March 9, 2018

ARE WE STILL DOING THIS?
I suppose.
It’s still with the gun control, because these retards will think they can manufacture the same outrage they did with the sexual harrassment against adult women who were willing to trade at the time but feel like pressing an advantage now because HASHTAGME2. Realize how successful this was in putting Jews and homos on the retreat (not the pedos, though. Hollywood will always be fine with them), they figured why can’t that work with the inbred hillbillybitterclingers?

    1 – Create moral panic – CHECK
    2 – Equate guns with evil – CHECK
    3 – Shame gun owners into giving up – EPIC FAIL

However, the more I think on this, I keep coming back to the notion that gun control implementation is not the goal here; at least not the end goal.
Someone, somewhere, with some measure of influence, wants a proper accounting of numbers, and this is just another of the many ways that fence-sitters are being ushered off the sidelines to choose their side. There are just too many people in the unknown variable to push that first domino.
Of course, the unknown variable is less so every day.
On that note, allow me to leave you with a riddle: a fascist, a populist, and a communist walk into a bar. Bartender says “table for 1?”
SCENE.
OK FINE, NOT A RIDDLE.
Here’s a riddle then.
If you drive on a parkway and park on a driveway, what is the fucking point of a causeway?
Get ’em in.

SONG SELECTION

My Little Armalie
Songs of the IRA
The Wolfehound
S/R | 1975


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on March 2, 2018

How about instead of all of these schemes and ploys and guilt trips and agitprop trying to pry away my constitutional rights, what if we instead demolished all public schools from sea to shining sea? Your right to squirrel away your children in overly medicated, indoctrination killzones that make Lord of the Flies look like high tea at Worthington Manor is sadly not my goddamn problem, is not protected by any founding documents that I’m aware of, and even if you magically eliminated all firearms tomorrow, the places would still be overly medicated, indoctrination killzones that are, at its most charitable, slush funds for the embezzlement of money between the various layers of government.
The right to protect my life by any means necessary can be found above the fold on the motherfucking Bill of Rights.
The right to warehouse everyone’s children into group prison cells at 40 per so that the poor kids can be Clockwork Oranged for 13 years to believe everything decent and right is indecent and wrong, by a stable of psychotic, fragile harridans who couldn’t think their way out of a wet paper sack with flashlight, a map, and a putty knife, all so the bureacracy can continue to shuffle funds around that probably don’t exist on anything beyond a crooked ledger, that right doesn’t exist at all.
SO GO FUCK YOURSELVES.
Off to drink.
Dangerously low on the alcohol reserves.
Must remedy that post-haste.
Have a great weekend, friends.

SONG SELECTION

Darling, Stand By Me
House Party
The Temptations
Gordy Records | 1975



Good Music Friday — Come And Take Them Edition

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on February 23, 2018

Once more into the Friday, my friends!
If I didn’t know better, I’d a sworn we’ve done this a time or two before.
Yes, yes, I know, that’s the talk of lunatics and dilettantes, but hey, Current_Year(FTW).
Between two gigs I’ve worked about 30 hours in the past day, but don’t bother checking my math on that. The lost hours are simply a mathematical abtsraction of quantum mechanics, and let’s be real, you can’t put Baby in a corner, all the way down to the strings.
GODDAMN I NEED A DRINK.
Soon enough.
I have made a decision, though. Every time I see some loathsome cunt of a muppet on TV screaming about ending school shootings through “gun control” because ENUFFZENUFF, I’m buying another 80% lower. By my tally, I need to buy about 36 of them now, and that’s sad BECAUSE I AVOID TV LIKE THE PLAGUE, and yet, here we are.
A few more hours of work, including server setup and automated someflubberty and then there’s a bottle callin’ my name.
Have a great weekend.
MOLON LABE, SHITSTAINS.

SONG SELECTION

Mutate With Me
Plastique Valentine
The Humpers
Epitaph Records | 1997