Absurdity of the Moment - #01

absurdism |əbˈsərdˌizəm|

noun

the belief that human beings exist in a purposeless, chaotic universe.

This is the first of an intended series in which I will post articles, pictures, commentary, etc. of current affairs taken from headlines as well as subjective experiences that accentuate or epitomize the absurdity of the human experience. Perhaps it can be thought of as my wishful John Stewart voice (but not limited to government and media) - my crying out for solace from the insane frustration that ensues when our species acts in complete disregard of ration, reason, and basic empathy.

For example, this week's considerations were events and circumstances involving Karsai's recent gestures toward the West, The Vatican and Pope's handling of recent (um, and forever) allegations, Sarah Palin (for everything that comes out of her mouth), Glenn Beck's outrageous annual earnings from manipulating the vulnerable and ignorant, Michael Steele and the RNC's sex club tab, Virginia Gov. Robert McDonnell's proposal of a Confederate history month, etc. Yes, it was a good week for the absurd. Just look below to see the recent human activity that was so absurd (and I'm being way too kind) as too topple the rest of these "crazies" for the first feature of this series.

Note: The reference to absurdism is intended to reflect upon the human paradox: the fundamental clash between the human search (and need) for meaning and the apparent meaninglessness of the universe. I have too many romantic and artistic threads to adopt a hardline absurdist philosophy, so I will gear the context towards the existentialist concepts of Albert Camus. He states that there are specific human experiences evoking notions of absurdity. Such realization or encounter with the absurd, or the seemingly meaningless universe, leaves an individual with one of three logical choices: suicide, a leap of faith (religion), or recoginition (a choice to embrace one's own absurd condition, and further find meaning within one's subjective reality). According to Camus, one's freedom - and the opportunity to give life meaning - lies in the recognition of Absurdity.

Absurdity of the Moment #01

Protesters From Westboro Baptist Church in Kansas Take Aim at WV Miners - NY Times

By BERNIE BECKER

Published: April 8, 2010

MONTCOAL W.V. — Protesters from Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kan., headed to the Upper Big Branch mine Thursday morning to convey the message that the explosion there that left 25 miners dead was a result of e-mail messages allegedly sent from West Virginia threatening the Church and its publisher, according to a statement from the Church.

The church, which is led by Fred Phelps, has attracted attention in recent years by showing up at funerals for soldiers who have died in Iraq and Afghanistan. At those funerals they carry signs that say that God hates homosexuality and that the death of soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan is God’s way of punishing the United States for its tolerance of it.

“This whole nation is awash in rebellious sin and defiance of God, His standard, and His servant’s faithful words,” a news release on the church’s Web site said Thursday morning.

The statement said the church had received threats about a trip to West Virginia and Virginia scheduled to begin Thursday.

“So God reached down and smacked one of those mines, killing 25 (and likely four more are dead),” it said. “Now you moan and wallow in self-pity, and pour over the details of the dead rebels’ lives, pretending they’re heroes.”

According to its Web site, the church is scheduled to protest at several locations in Virginia and West Virginia, Thursday through Sunday, including at the West Virginia state capitol and the Hillel on the Virginia Tech campus.

Last month the Supreme Court agreed to decide whether the father of a Marine killed in Iraq may sue protesters from the church who picketed his son’s funeral with signs that read “God Hates You” and “Thank God for Dead Soldiers.”

I've never wanted a wild West Virginian to shoot someone before now, hmm. Where are those "squeel like a pig" guys when you need them? Some people may deserve to die, but it wasn't the miners...

Links concerning this event:

Phelps' son says "God Hates Fags" church could turn violent - The Huffington Post

Westboro Baptists protest in West Virginia, Iowa - Chicago Pride

Fish Tank - Highly Recommended Film

boy in a box: Fish Tank - Featured Film of Interest - Highly Recommended

This is a re-posting. I recently had the privilege of screening this film and made comments below the original post. You can link to the revised post above.

Two Monks of Different Orders: Images of Intrigue

Dylan meets the Bishop of Rome

I nabbed this image from one of the finer blogs that I have come across: If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats (perhaps the best title as well). It is #13 from the series, Orpheus in Action.

I wonder which of these men carries more sadness and wisdom - and which one is the better bullshitter? I wouldn't want to play cards at that table.

I penned the suckiest movie ever - sorry!

By J.D. Shapiro

This month, "Battlefield Earth," the blockbuster bomb based on the novel by Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard, won the Razzie for "Worst Movie of the Decade." J.D. Shapiro, the film's first screenwriter, accepted the award in person. Shapiro, who also wrote the screenplay for "Robin Hood: Men in Tights," "We Married Margo," and is developing a King Arthur spoof called "524 AD" (524AD.com), explains what it's like to be attached to one of Hollywood's most notorious flops.

Let me start by apologizing to anyone who went to see "Battlefield Earth."

It wasn't as I intended -- promise. No one sets out to make a train wreck. Actually, comparing it to a train wreck isn't really fair to train wrecks, because people actually want to watch those.

It started, as so many of my choices do, with my Willy Wonker.

It was 1994, and I had read an article in Premiere magazine saying that the Celebrity Center, the Scientology epicenter in Los Angeles, was a great place to meet women.

Follow the link to read more - nothing too spectacular, just funny: http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/movies/penned_the_suckiest_movie_ever_sorry_

This certainly earns him some level of forgiveness... but then again, he did go to Scientology meetings to meet women. Hmm?

Bressonian Quote #7 - Notes from a Master Filmmaker

"Metteur-en-scene, director. The point is not to direct someone, but to direct oneself." - Robert Bresson

Johnny Cash on the Rails - Images of Cool

Leaves of Grass - Featured Film of Interest

Edward Norton as a pot farmer and his intellectual brother.

BY ROGER EBERT / March 28, 2010

"Leaves of Grass" has been acquired by a new distributor and rescheduled for release in the summer of 2010.

Tim Blake Nelson's "Leaves of Grass" is some kind of sweet, wacky masterpiece. It takes all sorts of risks, including a dual role with Edward Norton playing twin brothers, and it pulls them off. It is certainly the most intelligent, philosophical and poetic film I can imagine that involves five murders in the marijuana-dealing community of Oklahoma and includes John Prine singing "Illegal Smile."

Sometimes you can't believe your luck as a movie unfolds. There is a mind behind it, joyful invention, obvious ambition. As is often the case, I had studiously avoiding reading anything at all about "Leaves of Grass" before going to see the movie, although I rather doubted it would be about Walt Whitman. What I did know is that the actor Tom Blake Nelson has written and directed three films I enormously admired: "Eye of God" (1997), "O" (2001) and "The Grey Zone" (2001), all three dealing in a concrete dramatic way with important questions: Religion, redemption, race, the Holocaust. And that the actorEdward Norton has never agreed to appear in a film he didn't believe he had reason to respect.

You can link through the post-title for Ebert's full review, and cast and credits.

The Bible Salesman - by Jacob Mertens

The Bible Salesmen

1. The men wear clean suits pinned against their flesh and mechanic smiles.
2. They stop me in the street and ask me about our savior, the one on the left clutching a leather briefcase filled with books all saying the same words.
3. Books should say different words.
4. Books are not meant to say the same thing. Language is meant to be a reckless creature constantly changing, contradicting itself, and so on.
5. I ask the man on the right how many bibles he owns.
6. I know that it’s more than one and I’m wondering what’s the point of owning several copies of the same book.
7. He owns six copies.
8. He has seven bibles on him.
9. He has sold eight bibles already.
10. I tell him the book is repetitive. Man sins, God gets pissed off, man gets comeuppance, learns lesson. I stopped reading about ninety pages in.
11. They smile knowingly at each other, the one on the left preparing a canned speech for the salvation of my eternal soul. You would think the two were getting a commission.
12. Fuck that.
13. I interrupt him somewhere in the dying for my sins part. I ask the other guy why he has six bibles.
14. The guy on the left is upset that his speech is getting interrupted, upset that I only want to talk to the guy on the right, upset that he always gets stuck carrying the briefcase.
15. The other guy talks about different translations or study bibles with liner notes or extras to keep on hand just in case some stark raving mad sinner comes pounding on his door demanding a bible, foaming, raving, only to be soothed by the clear and succinct words of the Lord God Almighty speaking “Go forth my son” and so on and so forth.
16. Alright, fine, let’s talk about the bible then.
17. How come God is such an asshole in the bible? God drowns the whole fucking world man? Doesn’t that feel like he was overreacting a little? Couldn’t he just talk it out, express his feelings, communicate, something? I tell you what, God needs anger management, he’s fucking cranky. Also apples are delicious! What the hell was he thinking? You make that shit a forbidden cucumber I guarantee nobody is touching it.
18. The guy on the right thinks I’m missing the point.
19. The guy on the left is leafing through a script he printed out, trying to find a way to get back on track. He starts stammering about the Kingdom of Heaven.
20. My great concern is to see these two as real people. Their bodies radiating the warmth of recycled blood, their thoughts sticking to their tongues like wet cotton, afraid of fear, adoring of adoration, loving of love, and so on until they become the same organic mass of chemicals as everything, breathing in the scattered atoms of the universe but only seeing truth in a book written by schizophrenics. Their words taking the shape of a dead cult still throttling the unconscious conscience of a people terrified by this single dominating thought of death that seems so fucking abstract and cruel that their God takes the form of this cruelty and yet they only choose to see it as love. God is ever loving and yet perfectly willing to send me to hell for not buying a bible and not joining his son’s social organization of baptized wine drinking automatons muttering their “amens”, “and also with yous”, and so on and so forth. God is ever loving but would send my mother to hell for being a perfectly nice and peaceful Buddhist. God is ever loving but would send anyone to hell, I don’t fucking care, God is God, God is great, God is all powerful and no one is beyond saving unless God is lazy. God is ever loving but hides behind his green curtain like the wizard, screaming “Faith! Faith! Trust me, it will all make sense after you’re gone.” That doesn’t even make sense! If that’s what God is then fuck him, give me eternal suffering on principle.
21. The guy on the left tells me the bibles are twelve dollars.

I don't know if Jacob has considered it, but this could translate into a fun and interesting short film.

Anti-Poetry by Jacob Mertens

Jacob is a film student, writer, and close personal friend. This and the next post are a couple of his recent writings. He considers them to be relatively playful pieces, none taken too seriously. I think they're quite good, and have a bit more than that to them. Not to mention, they're really F'n funny. Enjoy and thanks to Jacob for letting me post them. Follow the link on the post-title to go to his blog.

Fuck poetry

Sifting through the vomit of

Saints, and holding their random

Thoughts to light like spider webs

Sticking to my fingers

Fuck you Whitman, Dickinson, Hughes, Ginsberg

I have enough thoughts of my own

Yeah but my thoughts aren't ugly

Beautiful, they aren't crazed

Mad meditations of sand traps, they

Don't fit in iambic pentameter, I don't

know what iambic pentameter is,

Someone told me once and I

Thought "Huh, is that all?"

And promptly forgot

And pretty scenery, haikus with

Hummingbirds and damp rain, ah don't

It fill your soul with radio broadcasted enlightened

Microwaves, yeah I don't even

Know what that means, but I can make

It so I know that's all I'm saying

And the scenery--

How's a table with a trash bag filled with clothes, a mess of opened and unopened mail, how's a house full of cats that aren't mine sleeping, and the weeds in the back so overgrown they crawl over the glass and Son House muttering monologues over the computer and a refrigerator full of real estate agent magnets and pictures of distant family members that I've probably never talked to unless I have and I've forgotten and frankly that's no better and jugs of purified water because the tap probably has cancer and one stupid fucking fly stuttering around reenacting imagined scenes from the Red Baron and buzzing his filtered Nazi propaganda that he learned from the History Channel and if there was a smell I'd be used to it by now and running down the other five senses I got sight sound smell touch taste and I've only done two but the others are boring so fuck it right along with everything else.

Poetry is too serious anyway, I'm

too serious anyway, anything's too serious

Anyway and it's Words. You know what

Else is words--

A is for Aardvark

B is for Bear

C is for Cougar

D is for Deer

E is for Elephant

Is that poetry, cause that I like

Pope Vows To Get Church Pedophilia Down To Acceptable Levels - the Onion Reports

Pope Benedict XVI explains which types of slow, deliberate touching the church deems inappropriate.

VATICAN CITY—Calling the behavior shameful, sinful, and much more frequent than the Vatican was comfortable with, Pope Benedict XVI vowed this week to bring the widespread pedophilia within the Roman Catholic Church down to a more manageable level.

Addressing thousands gathered at St. Peter's Square on Easter Sunday, the pontiff offered his "most humble apologies" to abuse victims, and pledged to reduce the total number of molestations by 60 percent over the next five years.

"This is absolutely unacceptable," Pope Benedict said. "It seems a weakening of faith in God has prevented our priests from exercising moderation when sexually abusing helpless minors."

"And let me remind our clergy of the holy vows they all took when they entered the priesthood," he continued. "They should know that they're only allowed one small child every other month."

The pope said he was deeply disappointed to learn that the number of children sexually abused by priests was almost 10 times beyond the allowable limit clearly outlined in church doctrine. Admitting for the first time in public that the overindulgent touching of "tender, tender young flesh" had become a full-blown crisis, the Holy Father vowed to implement new reforms to bring the pedophilia rate back down to five children per 1,000 clergy.

"The truth is there will always be a little bit of molestation—it's simply unavoidable," Vatican spokesperson Rev. Federico Lombardi said. "But the fact that young boys have gotten much more attractive over the past few decades is no excuse for the blatant defiance of church limits that have been in place for centuries."

http://www.theonion.com/articles/pope-vows-to-get-church-pedophilia-down-to-accepta,17201/

I have to admit, satirizing a matter of such sensitivity and personal human horror may be treading a fine ethical line. However, when the Vatican and Pope take the defensive and choose to reference an epidemic of sexual and physical abuse on children as "petty gossip," or claim a worldwide media conspiracy against the Pope - I think the sacred lines of sympathy, empathy, and victim respect have already been shredded - by the Vatican, not the public. A professor of mine once said (and I'm sure he ripped it off from someone), "There is no one so honest as the Satirist." I have found this to be quite true through my years since, and right now, concerning this specific matter, I think we need (and the victims and faithful Catholics deserve) some brutal honesty and action.

Bressonian Quote #6 - Notes from a Master Filmmaker

"No Actors

(No directing of actors.) No parts.

(No learning of parts.) No staging.

But the use of working models, taken from life.

BEING (models) instead of SEEMING (actors)."

- Robert Bresson

If it seems radical and stringent relative to traditional theatrical cinema - that's because it is. Bresson formulated his own methodology of direction and performance (removal of performance) to create uniquely potent realism that transcends the bounds of most direct cinema.

Ricky Gervais and Heaven: Heaven offers a "happy" answer to life's questions

By Ricky Gervais and Matthew Robinson

What is Heaven? The band The Talking Heads tell us that "Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens." That sounds all right. Sometimes "things" are "bad things", so a place with no "things" at all would be a calm and safe one. But sometimes things are "good things" and I'm not sure I could do without those. After all, they're "good".

Hmmm... a pickle, this one...

...Good or bad, true or false, who wouldn't invent heaven for their dying mother?

While admittedly a dumbed-down version, the scene of Mark inventing heaven for his mother is how we (the creators of The Invention of Lying) imagine most religions were started: with people searching for answers to scary, unanswerable questions. Almost every culture throughout that ages have had different answers to the big questions: what is that big moon in the sky? Where does the sun go at night? What is the point of all of this? Where do my loved ones go after they die?

Not having adequate answers to these questions can be very anxiety inducing for adults and children alike. On the other hand, having a wonderful, happy answer to these questions can make life feel meaningful and calm. When I die I will go to a wonderful place and I will get to see all the people I love who have died.

A belief such as this can make almost any sadness or pain palatable. Add a set of rules to this equation (if I do A, B and C I'm assured to go to this place, or conversely, if I do X,Y and Z I will go to a very, very bad place) and you've taken all the scary unknowns out of life and given nearly everything purpose and meaning. In many ways, you've abolished chaos. You've also taken care of that pesky, nagging existential voice in your head asking, "why are we here and what does it all mean?" That voice can make it very hard to get any farming done.

And while heaven might have made it possible to get some farming done over the ages, one has to wonder now what it might also be preventing us from accomplishing or learning about our existence? Luckily, along with our evolution-granted ability to tell a lie, came with it the ability to reason, to question, and to occasionally poke some fun.

Ricky Gervais and Matthew Robinson co-wrote and co-directed the movie "The Invention of Lying"

This is from the Washington Post. You can link through the post-title for the full text.

Ricky Gervais and His Oddly Brilliant Animated Podcast - Highly Recommended

The HBO series The Ricky Gervais Show is an adaptation of podcasts that first appeared on The Guardian's Web site — and features the animated versions of (from left) Stephen Merchant, Ricky Gervais and Karl Pilkington.

Comedian Ricky Gervais was recognized byGuinness World Records in 2007 for having the world's most popular podcast. That podcast, called The Ricky Gervais Show, starred Gervais, along with his mates Stephen Merchant and Karl Pilkington, conversing about anything and everything that tickled their fancy for more than six years.

Gervais tells David Bianculli that Pilkington — described in The New York Times as "a cross between the deadpan comedian Steven Wright and Cliff Clavin of Cheers" — is the main reason for the podcast's success.

"I think that people know it's real. They're eavesdropping on a conversation between three mates," Gervais says. "But the real answer's Karl Pilkington. That's the secret. Karl Pilkington: This normal but extraordinary man. This missing link. This global village idiot. This friend that everyone's got that doesn't get airtime and recognition. And he's like crack. He's addictive on the first hit."

Recently, HBO decided to animate Gervais' self-proclaimed "pointless conversations" with Merchant and Pilkington, turning it into the new Friday night series The Ricky Gervais Show.

To read more of the NPR article, follow the link on the post-title - it includes video clips from the show. For more on the Ricky Gervais Show and podcast in genersl, check out the websites below:

HBO: The Ricky Gervais Show

Ricky Gervais: Official Site

Fish Tank - Featured Film of Interest - Highly Recommended

This is a re-posting. I recently had the privilege of screening this film and made comments below.

Release date: In Cinemas Friday!

Certificate: 15

Running time: 124 mins

Official UK website: www.fishtankmovie.com

Premier PR online and Artificial Eye are pleased to make available the trailer, new one sheet poster, images, production notes, official UK website and social network links for FISH TANK, in UK cinemas Friday.

FISH TANK is Academy Award-winning writer and director Andrea Arnold's second feature following her 2006 Cannes Jury Prize winner, Red Road. The film was selected for the Official Competition at the Cannes Film Festival and won the Jury Prize.

In FISH TANK, 15 year old Mia's life is turned on its head when her mum brings home a new boyfriend. Arnold casts the same unflinching, unprejudiced gaze and touches on the themes of her Oscar-winning short Wasp to create an original and unsettling tale for our age.

Following his acclaimed central performance in Hunger, Michael Fassbender (300, Inglourious Basterds) stars opposite talented newcomer Katie Jarvis. Rounding out the principal cast are BAFTA-nominated Kierston Wareing(Ken Loach’s It's a Free World), Harry Treadaway (Control, Brothers of the Head) and 12 year old Rebecca Griffiths making her film debut.
Produced by Kees Kasander (Prospero's Books, The Cook, The Thief, His Wife And Her Lover) and Nick Laws, and executive produced by Paul Trijbits (Ruby Films) and Christine Langan and David M Thompson for BBC Films, FISH TANK was shot entirely on location in the UK.

I screened this film recently (actually, relatively close to the UK release date - amazing for this town) and it is an exceptional piece of work, beautifully crafted, fulfilling its intent thoroughly, eerily Bressonian realism (a rare comparison for active filmmakers, other than the Dardenne Bros. or Bruno Dumont maybe), and most importantly - I cared so much by the end! - and was left with a slow burn of effectual contemplation. Admittedly, it starts a bit slow and borders on territories of repetitive meandering (as hard realism is often in threat of), but by the middle I was fully invested, and subtle stylistic touches began to create an intriguing social landscape. I presume that upon a second viewing the early narrative style and structure is justified, particularly for tonal purposes - and it never left me uninterested by any means. I have been quite slow to screen many of my intrigue films of 2009 (ref. Recent Films of Interest), particularly the foreign films for obvious reasons, but of the films that I've had the privilege or burden of viewing, this is in the upper bracket of my "best of"(forgive me) films for 2009.

SXSW 2009 World Premiered Film - Severe Clear - gets Theatrical Release

It could be that Severe Clear is yet the most valuable artistic document to arise through the dark clouds wafting over the history of this second Iraqi war.

Severe Clear had it's world premier at SXSW 2009 a year ago and recently was picked up for a limited theatrical release. Follow the link below for release dates in major US cities.

Severe Clear is based on the memoir by First Lieutenant Mike Scotti as well as video footage shot by him and other members of 1st Battalion, 4th Marines on the outset of the 2003 invasion of Iraq. Directed by Kristian Fraga (“Anytown, USA”) and featuring a original score by Cliff Martinez (“Traffic”, “Narc”, “Solaris”) the film offers an unflinching look at the uncertainty, disorder and chaos of war from the remarkable perspective of one Marine.

Severe Clear was awarded Special Mention for Cinematic Excellence at the 2009 International Rome Film Festival, the Jury Prize at the Salem Film Fest and the 2009 Barrymore Award. Severe Clear was also featured as part of the 2009 International Documentary Association’s DocuWeeks Showcase and was an official selection at the SXSW, Big Sky, Lone Star, Palm Beach, San Diego and St. Louis Film Festivals.

The film has also been recently featured and reviewed in The New York Times, CNN, The Hollywood Reporter, Variety, The Wall Street Journal, NPR, Newsweek, Men’s Journal, Interview Magazine, Filmmaker Magazine, indieWIRE and more.

http://severeclearthemovie.com/wordpress/

Follow the link for a thorough review, and click here to view the theatrical trailer on Hulu.

This film invites an interesting comparison-study between contemporary warfare/soldier-experience and that of WWII, documented in Staff Sgt. Norman Hatch's film, With the Marines on Tarawa (featured in an earlier post). A comparison in cinematic style, as it relates to documentary filmmaking and the ever-changing domain of media and film production (as accessibility and exhibition outlets increase), would be of interest as well.

Bressonian Quote #5 - Notes from a Master Filmmaker

"Not have the soul of an executant (of my own projects). Find, for each shot, a new pungency over and above what I had imagined. Invention (re-invention) on the spot." - Robert Bresson

South Park Celebrates 14 Years Of Fart Jokes

The sitcom South Park debuted on Aug. 13, 1997. It is Comedy Central's highest- rated and longest-running show. South Park has received a Peabody Award as well as four Emmy Awards.

The bawdy, crudely animated sitcom South Park is about to celebrate its 200th episode. Creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone go behind the scenes of some of their favorite episodes — and explain how they come up with the weekly parodies.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=124052961

If the English have taught us anything, it's this - When all else fails, everything is gloomy, and there seems no hope, resort to the fart joke. American comedy has run with this concept for decades. However, I don't think anyone is fooled anymore - there's something unusually smart behind these fowl mouthed kids and fart jokes.

David Cross vs Larry the cable guy

This broadly summarizes the fractional duality of american culture - ideologically, politically, etc. - and the impending conflict within. And, it's funny as hell - well... to half of us it is. Enjoy.

An open letter to Larry The Cable Guy:

Hello Larry,
It's me, David Cross. Recently I was shooting something for my friends at "Wonder Showzen" (the funniest, most subversive comedy on American T.V. at the moment) and when we were taking a break one of the guys on the show asked me if I had seen some article in something somewhere wherein you were interviewed to promote your new book "Please-Git-R-Done" (published by Crown Books $23.95 U.S.) and they asked about your devoting a chapter to slamming me and the "P.C. Left". Since I stopped following your career shortly after you stopped going on stage wearing a tool belt with cable wrapped around your neck (around your appearance at "Laffs 'n' Food" in Enid, Oklahoma Aug 23-26 1999?) I said I wasn't aware of the article. They went on to tell me that you said basically (and I am not quoting but paraphrasing their recall) that I could kiss your ass, that I've never been to one of your shows (true) and that I didn't know your audience (untrue).
SO, I went and got your book, "Gitting-R-Donned", and excitedly skimmed past the joke about that one time you farted and something farty happened, on past the thing about the fat girl who farted and finally found it, Chapter 5 - Media Madness. Well, needless to say I farted. I farted up a fartstorm right there in the Flyin' J Travel Center. I fartingly bought the book and took it home with an excitement I haven't experienced since I got Bertha Chudfarter's Grandma drunk and she took her teeth out and blew me as I was finger banging her while wearing a Jesus sock puppet in the back of the boiler room at The Church of the Redeemer off I-20 (I don't care who you are, that's funny.)
Anyhoo, I got home and read the good parts. It seems that you were pissed off at Rolling Stone magazine, and I can understand why...
But I want to address some of the things you write about me in "Git-to-Gittin'-r-Done"...

And this is when it really gets funny. Follow the link to The Bob and Davider to continue.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps -Tom Petty, Dhani Harrison, Prince, and more...

Not the way you've heard it before. Wow, what a collaboration. We won't see this everyday. Just wait for Prince's guitar solo - amazing.

Thanks to my brother for sharing this one.