Farewell, Eddie

old school eddie van halen

Pic courtesy of this post

Tuesday was already a day to forget (for me, anyway) and then I hear of this. Awful way to go, but at least he’s now free of pain and at peace.

Even if you weren’t into rock music, if you knew his name, you knew he was a legend.

*sighs* Two of my favorite songs for parties, road trips, and strip clubs. (Although I’ve yet to see a stripper master the latter song.)

And for those who have a fetish for guitar solos, this will make you climax on the spot.

RIP and thanks for all the rad music, Eddie.

And you know he’s gonna enter the pearly gates of heaven like this.

guitar slide

Mini-Rant of the Day

Ya know, if Major League Baseball had a competent commissioner, cheaters would be banned from the playoffs for a certain amount of years no matter what their regular-season record is. And, as a result, the MLB playoffs would at least be enjoyable to watch. (Even if my team isn’t in it due to some horse poo that happened at the end of their season.)

This mini-rant came from this. *sighs for the A’s*

Ballot Fuckery!

The Good: I received my ballot for the upcoming election today. (Side note: I had a long-ass work day today, so seeing that my ballot arrived cheered up my tired ass. I didn’t expect it!) 

The Crappy: THIS SHIT. 

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No, I did not make a crappy circle on my ballot; I edited the pic in Preview. I am puzzled over why my state would include that deranged GOP pawn on the ballot. But I’m also puzzled that Gayfish is listed as a “Vice President” instead of “President” *snickers* like he supposedly wanted. Since I have a brain (sort of), a soul (also sort of), and a burning desire to kick out Chump, I did not vote for that thing. I don’t even know Roque Guerra. I don’t even care if he’s remotely related to heavenly demure enchantress Vida Guerra! If you’re not in the Blue, no vote for you! 

And if you think it was only my ballot that got tainted with Gayfish’s name, another CA resident saw the same damn thing. 

We Are All Nelson Muntz Today

*checks out the Reddit All feed at a time I usually avoid it*

*top three stories (as of Thursday 11:55 PM my time) are about Orange Hitler aka Chump (and his hooker wife) catching the Covid* (Or is it Covid catching a case of Chump? Eh, equals.)

*reads last paragraph of my previous post, thinks*

Well.

What else is there to say for now? (Besides I hope to Bowie and Prince that Biden and his wife didn’t catch it. Oh, and tots and pears and bleach.) Except…

New Month, New Domain!

It’s October!!! My favorite month of the year! Why? My birthday is this month, for one (although y’all have to wait till the end of the month to send birthday wishes). And, when there are no fires *snorts* Bay Area weather is the best in October. 

Also, guess who upgraded her blog? Yep, I did! There aren’t any obvious changes yet (except for one thing) since I haven’t had time to toy with the new features. I just bought the plan over an hour ago. Kudos to that flash sale email I got yesterday that gave me 50% off a plan. Now I can spew the same ol’ nonsense…under the domain name I’ve always wanted!! Squeeeeeee! 

I said this the beginning of September but that went to the crapper, so let’s try this again for October: may this month not suck as much as last month. Also, if the Grim Reaper gotta make some famous selections, may it only take the evil asswipes for a change. 

Viva La Bellucci

I was gonna post an extensive recap on the recent episode of “This Day in Fuckery”. (It’s on the Real Life Channel and you’re also subscribed to it until you die.) But! I checked out today’s celebrity birthdays, and seeing Monica Bellucci on today’s birthday list made me forget about the nonsense I was about to write in said recap. 

In honor of this goddess’ cake day, here’s a clip of her artfully stripteasing her way into her birthday suit! After yesterday and the junk I saw today, my Bi ass needed some balm for the eyes. I’d bitch about the lack of views this vid has, but I’m guessing that it originally had millions and millions of views, yet those devices must’ve exploded from displaying the searing hotness of La Bellucci, and thus reducing the view count. 

Weekend Jams

When my distressed soul needs to be uplifted, these are some of the songs I turn to…

This is not just a vogue-able, early 90s club classic. The lyrics can speak to what’s happening today: “…Follow me/Why don’t you follow me/To a place/Where we can be free/Come with me/Over there/Let’s put an end to racial hatred/And there’s love to share/Can you feel it/It’s in the air/Know its time for changes/Time for us to care…” Another coincidence: this jam dropped in 1992, which was also a tumultuous year, socially and politically. (Though I’d rather take living in ’92 than this year for many reasons.) 

I’m a sucker for strong vocals paired with a melody that takes me to dance paradise. I’m aware of the original version, but this was the first version I heard and it remains my favorite. The lyrics are equally inspiring. You have to be pulse-less if you can’t feel a thing when Martha heavenly belts, Nobody’s gonna take my pride, I won’t stop, I will not–be deniiiiiiied!” 

Who knew that Queen Aretha can also cut a dance track? It’s in the same vein as “Carry On”, with fierce vocals, stirring lyrics, and a fabulous dance beat, although I’m not sure which song came first. Ah, they’re both the tits. And this video will send you to flat-top heaven.