From the desert to the sea, we saw ton of Southern California this weekend. Seriously, why do people live anywhere else? http://ift.tt/1eagcXv
It’s been like this every time I’ve left California for the past four months. God. I don’t know how you people do it. http://ift.tt/1i13Hgk
Since so many people are having babies and posting baby pics I wanted to play too. #tbt http://ift.tt/NAaeov
A man who spent 30 years hiding behind branches and scaring tourists at Fisherman’s Wharf, has died. His family told KTVU that Gregory Jacobs died of heart failure over the weekend. Have you ever had a run-in with the Bushman?
Pour one out for the Bushman.
Man who scares people for a living dies of a heart attack #irony
We actually DID have a run in with the Bushman when we were up north for new year’s! Had no idea he was so legendary. RIP Bushman, you really scared the shit out of some Japanese tourists and it made me laugh.
Previous high was 51 so I think I can delete this game now knowing I’ll never top this. #flappybird #soblessed http://ift.tt/MR7K59
(photo taken by Daniel)
Mario Balotelli, the star striker for the Italian soccer club AC Milan was brought to tears during an away game at Napoli on Saturday. Reports from many of those in attendance say that his reaction was due to racist chants directed at him by huge sections of the crowd.
He’s fucking Italian. Look at his name. Fuck those racist fucks. Dagos and wops stick together NO MATTER WHAT. I got yr back, Mario.
Or maybe not:
An understandably horrified Napoli were forced to issue a statement on the matter:
"In relation to some of the arguments that appeared on Facebook in which it was claimed that Mario Balotelli cried at the stadium [on Saturday] because of alleged racist chants against him, Napoli points out that, like every one in the stadium could see, there were no racist chants towards him, just as there have never been any racist chants towards anyone at the San Paolo.”
Anyone with even a basic knowledge of Italian football would have been skeptical about allegations of Napoli supporters engaging in racial abuse, let alone towards Balotelli. Indeed, on the morning of the game, the 23-year-old Azzurri forward had been mobbed by both Milan fans and local Neapolitans while taking a walk in the city with team-mate Adel Taarabt.
That some journalists therefore elected to pass these wholly unverified reports on to their followers is both staggering and dreadfully irresponsible. That some huge media outlets then chose to publish stories on unsubstantiated claims is utterly shameful.
Laura Jane Grace - “Black Me Out”
I saw Against Me! back in 2007 at the first (and last) Tallyrand Music Festival in Jacksonville, but that was only because Spoon were going on right after them and I wanted a good spot.
I’d never heard any of their music, but I was aware of them. “New Wave” had just come out and with major label money behind it the record got prime end cap display space at every Target.
Since the band was based only a couple hours away in Gainesville, they had a lot of fans at the festival. Without having heard a note of music, I tried to deduce what they sounded like just from looking around at their fans, and at the band, and what I thought I knew about them: I thought they were going to sound like a hardcore punk band, which is to say, not my jam.
So I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked them. They had a lot of punk energy, lots of thrashing around the stage and spitting, but the tunes were catchy and even though the vocals were shouty, sure, it was still in a tuneful pop-punk way that I enjoy. After their set I made a mental note to pick up “New Wave” the next time I went record shopping. It never happened. I never did buy that album, or any other Against Me! album.
This is all a long way of saying that I’m glad I finally picked up “Transgender Dysphoria Blues” because even though it’s only the fifth of February this is going to probably be my favorite record this year.
"Black Me Out" might be the last track on the album but it’s already a favorite and should be the next single, but every song on the album is a punch in the gut. The acoustic version loses none of the spite of the original; in fact, without all the extra accompaniment it probably cuts even harder.
If you remember the one on the left, the one on the right is not going to make you feel particularly spry or vibrant.
I was just reading a review today of the debut album by a New York band called Drowners (Suede reference) who apparently sound like first album Strokes & Arctic Monkeys which actually sounds right up my alley but then I did the math (never ever do the math) and the lead singer guy is only 25 which means he was born in 1988 and he named his band after a Suede song that came out when he was FOUR and the Strokes were big when he was 13 and that’s when I clicked close tab.
Scene from a photobooth strip from our road trip to San Francisco 8 years ago! #tbt #boyzone http://ift.tt/KMEkn8
I swear to god when I tell you this: I have never had an actual, fully realized crush on man I knew was gay in my entire life EXCEPT for Scott Thompson in the late 80’s/early 90’s.
Totally thought bottom right was RYAN SEACREST.
I mean, are we really sure that it’s NOT?
Here’s a Throwback Thursday salute to former Dodger Greg Maddux on his induction into baseball’s Hall of Fame. Pretty awesome that the one trip me and @daniel_ryder took to SF to see the Dodgers had him starting. http://instagram.com/p/i9rJyMyeBj/