novenarik

Today, me and my 2nd grade mullet are featured on www.sexypeople-blog.com. I still maintain that this is not a mullet-proper — mullets start at the crown of the head — as it was really more of an overgrown rat-tail at the nape, more of an Alladin Sane, if you will. I am fully prepared to take total credit for this haircut, as my mom attests to repeatedly trying to talk me out of it, but I would not hear it. I attribute this to the hours of MTV I watched as a very young kid. I would stand on the couch — with a golf club shoved between the cushions, and tennis racket for a guitar, in nothing but G.I. Joe underwear — singing

I just got an invite for the an artzine that's coming up over at WhoredCanvas.net and... more and more I find myself facepalming over stuff like this. The artists that have signed on are are pretty great, and the site itself is chocked full of potentially useful content. And I wish them a hearty and lucrative success. HOWEVER. Really? Your site's name is Whored Canvas? I am not "whoring" my canvas. I am not a "canvas whore." That's just plain old bad branding. "Hi, I am professional artist. Perhaps you have seen my work on WHOREDCANVAS?" I am never going to say those words. "Deviant"Art is bad enough. The whole thing smacks of high-school g

Lately I've been in a really dark electro hole, musically speaking -- if you would like to sing along, I've primarily been listening to: The Knife - Silent Shout Fever Ray - Fever Ray Zeigeist - Zeigeist Ladytron - Velocifero Portishead - Third Goldfrapp - Seventh Tree Lamb - Lamb Midnight Juggernauts - Dystopia The Presets - Apocalypso And in that dark electro hole, there is occasionally a brilliant flash of rainbow neon disco light, primarily in the form of: Hercules and Love Affair - Hercules and Love Affair