Rollin' Like Sisyphus

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on March 10, 2017

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SONG SELECTION

You Shook Me All Night Long
Live Performance
AC/DC


Good Music DIRFAY

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on March 3, 2017

So far, I’m enjoying today’s Friday a little bit better than yesterday’s Friday, and with any luck, tomorrow’s Friday will continue the upward trend, so that by this time next week, all seven Fridays will be pretty fucking sweet, and something worth writing home about.
I’ve taken to calling today’s Friday DIRFAY.
Tomorrow’s Friday, probably, will be YARFID.
Sunday’s Friday, I have no fucking clue, but it’ll probably be RAYDIF.
So still hanging in here, the project that won’t day is nearing it’s second attempt at liftoff. Imagine if the NASA team in charge with prepping the final Challenger flight knew in the couple of weeks beforehand that the thing was going to its very best impression of a bottle rocket, and that there was likely nothing you could do to prevent it, but you all were going to go through the motions and push forward and persevere regardless simply because historical momentum demands it, how do you think that crew handles their prep work? With vigor and enthusiasm and sober attention to every detail? Or by not giving a single flying fairy fuck about any of it because the inevitable is absolutely so regardless of your feeble gestures?
If you guessed the former, get the fuck out.
So yes. I still have a job. There was about 36 hours in the past week where that wasn’t assured, but alas.
Let’s drink, now, until the end of creation, because what other rational choice do you have, really?
Get ‘em the fuck in.

SONG SELECTION

Antennas (Let California Fall Into The Fucking Ocean)
Hooligans United: A Tribute To Rancid
Deal’s Gone Bad
Hellcat Records | 2015


Good Music Friday

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

Fuck it all.
As you were.
Drink up, suckas.

SONG SELECTION

If I Had My Way
If I Had My Way: The Early Home Recordings
Reverend Gary Davis
Smithsonian Folkways Recordings | 2003

Good Music Friday — SHOUT OUT EDITION

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

YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS.
I DON’T HAVE TO TELL YOU DESPITE THE FACT THAT, FOR ALL PRACTICAL PURPOSES, YESTERDAY WAS ALSO FRIDAY, AND TOMORROW WILL ALSO BE FRIDAY, WHICH IS ODD, SINCE TODAY IS ALSO FRIDAY.
IF EVERY DAY IS FRIDAY, IS ANY DAY FRIDAY?
PONDER THAT.
MEANWHILE, I’LL BE OVER HERE, NECK DEEP IN THE SHIT AND PREPPING THE DESERT REDOUBT IN THE FEW SCRAPS OF SPARE TIME I WINNOW OUT OF THE ALWAYS-FRIDAY, YOU KNOW, IN CASE THE DEEP STATE GETS REALLY DESPERATE AND DECIDES TO JUST START LOBBING NUKES EVERYWHERE TO BLAME TRUMP.
I MISS THE 80s WHEN SPY SHIT WAS COOL, INSTEAD OF, BASICALLY, A KLATCH OF BITCHY MIDDLE SCHOOL GIRLS WITH CLANDESTINE SURVEILLANCE CAPABILITIES, WETWORK EXPERIENCE, AND SLIGHTLY LESS EMOTIONAL COMPOSURE.
$CURRENT_YEAR(“FTW”)
SO IT’S RAINING. AND IT’S GOING TO KEEP RAINING. PROBABLY FOR EVER. YET WE’RE STILL IN A DROUGHT. PROBABLY FOREVER. EVEN AFTER SACRAMENTO WASHES AWAY DOWN THE SAN JOAQUIN RIVER AND OUT INTO THE EAST BAY.
SO I’M OUT.
WILL BE DRUNK BY DUSK OR HALF-PAST OBLIVION, WHICHEVER SHOWS UP FIRST.
GET ‘EM THE FUCK IN, FRIENDS.
WE’RE ALMOST OUT OF THIS, YET.

SONG SELECTION

Hit The Beach
Year Of The Spy
Shock Nagasaki
Rebellion Records | 2007


Life Comes At You Quick Sometimes 

Posted in The Fail Pail by Huckleberry on February 16, 2017

It’s Just That Easy

Posted in The Fail Pail by Huckleberry on February 15, 2017

For Your Woke As Fuck Valentine

Posted in The Fail Pail by Huckleberry on February 14, 2017

Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on February 10, 2017

FRIDAY AGAIN.
FUCKIN’ A.
THERE’S NO TIME TO EXPLAIN.
LITERALLY NO TIME.
SINCE, AS WE’VE ALREADY ESTABLISHED, TIME IS MERELY A STATISTICAL TRICK YOUR MIND PLAYS ON YOU TO RECONCILE THE GAP BETWEEN DISTANCE AND VELOCITY THAT YOU ARE OTHERWISE INCAPABLE OF COGNIZING.
NOTHING MORE.
HAVE A BITCHIN WEEKEND AND GET ‘EM THE MOTHERFUCK IN.
I HAVE TO GO DRINK AND PASS OUT SOON.
TUEZ LA RÉSISTANCE.
$[END]#

SONG SELECTION

You’ve Got A Great Body, But Your Record Collection Sucks
More Trouble Than They’re Worth
Sloppy Seconds
Nitro Records | 1998


Good Music Friday

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on February 3, 2017

Too wretched of a week for an update, but I do have some hilarious thoughts on psychotic liberals with their hair constantly on fire, the cute, adorable plan for these psychotic liberals to break California away from the Union, and how the the man whom these psychotic liberals describe as the most unpredictable President of our lifetime has in fact been the most predictable President in living memory.
All that, and more, maybe some time this weekend.
Until then, get ’em in and see you on the other side.

SONG SELECTION

Heater
Wild Gift
X
Slash Records | 1981


Good Music FRAIYD

Posted in Good Music Friday by Huckleberry on January 27, 2017

You can’t spell “FRIDAY” without the letters F, D, R, Y, A, and I.
And that’s a fact.
You can also use those letters to assemble an ol’ timey spelling of the word “FRAYED”.
See:
FRAIYD.
Fucking Friday.
Here we go.
Looks like I’m going to have to spend a considerable amount of the weekend working a job that will probably disappear when this thing streaks across the sky upon re-entry like the Space Shuttle Columbia did about 14 years ago. Yeah, that was about 14 years ago.
Good Lord.
In the world, I must note that President Trump has accomplished more for the people that elected him than any president of my adult life has managed to accomplish for their entire administrations combined. Love him or hate him, at least he’s doing what he said he was going to do, which is something a president hasn’t done since, probably, Coolidge. The assholes in the back of the room would insist on Kennedy or FDR, but Kennedy got shot and FDR never disclosed his deep desire to connive the country into WWII.
So fuck that noise.
Trump’s opposition and the Press (but I repeat myself) are not going to survive at this pace. Their nervous systems will simply shut down from the panic-induced stress, and they will either succumb to a form of shock, or their cardio-pulmonary systems will shred themselves from the inside-out from constant endocrine agitation.
I’m good with either.
I’m calling this a little short. I’ve still got fuck-tons to get done by end of day, just so I can spend the first sunny Saturday in three months stuck behind a desk.
Have a great weekend and get ‘em in doubletime.

SONG SELECTION

Barrett’s Privateers
Westwinds
The Real McKenzies
Fat Wreck Chords | 2012