I have absolutely nothing to blog about and therefore this post is about nothing. But is a post about nothing techincally something? You are, techincally, READING. Ever see the Never Ending Story? or is it the Neverending Story. Whichever. The first one. When the Child-like Empress' Empire was crumbling into nothing-ness? See, this isn't really like that, because there is still something here. Hmm.
You know, I blame all of this on Black is the New Black. He made me listen to this absolutely HORRIBLE techno-esque song where the only line I heard was "do you really want to hurt me."*** In fact, techno is still burning my ears.
I like 80s music as much as the next child born in the 80s. I am one of the ones who were around just long enough to stake some claim, know who and what you are talking about when you say "The Brat Pack," knows hair metal isn't actually metal hair and AC/DC
isn't an AC company in Washington DC or whatever it is these youngsters now believe about the rockin 80s. (I admit, I am too young, however, to actively rememeber MOST of the 80s, but I do have a firm grasp on most of the 90s and therefore fully appreciate the 80s because, what is the early 90s without the 80s and if you talk to LM you will quickly find out my absolute favorite drunk song EVER is "You Shook Me All Night Long" and will dance in horrible 80s flailing fashion to it.) Hey, didn't The Neverending Story come out in 1984? 
Oh and don't get me started on Rainbow Brite - before she became an icon for sexuality, she was just a cute little girl on a pimp ass pony who fought the evil Dark Princess, silly bitch tryin to steal Rainbows belt. ugh... Although I am very proud of our little Brite for taking a more political stand as the years went by...
Wow, funny how a post about nothing became an 80s lovefest.
Anyway, onward with the rambling into nothingness which is really something, because this isnt the Neverending Story, which proved, something is not nothing and if you call out someones name then everything is allright (well as long as you call out the RIGHT name, I've found if you call out the WRONG name, well, sometimes people get a little upset... but thats for another post). But yea, it isn't the 80s, I don't mind Boygeorge. Its the techno. Perhaps the cyanide and explosm cartoon will explain my feelings.
I just can't take it, and Black is the New Black seems to take much joy in my suffering. I even sent him this cartoon and he giggle manically. There was no sympathy. And did the techno stop? Naw, it increased.
If you ever find me on the floor, bleeding from the ears. Well. You know who to go after.
*** I was just informed that BITNB does not have a techno version of the boygeorge song. It was just mixed in with techno and i must have blended the music together - although this just goes to show, im going crazy from techno. fuck.
You know, I blame all of this on Black is the New Black. He made me listen to this absolutely HORRIBLE techno-esque song where the only line I heard was "do you really want to hurt me."*** In fact, techno is still burning my ears.
I like 80s music as much as the next child born in the 80s. I am one of the ones who were around just long enough to stake some claim, know who and what you are talking about when you say "The Brat Pack," knows hair metal isn't actually metal hair and AC/DC
isn't an AC company in Washington DC or whatever it is these youngsters now believe about the rockin 80s. (I admit, I am too young, however, to actively rememeber MOST of the 80s, but I do have a firm grasp on most of the 90s and therefore fully appreciate the 80s because, what is the early 90s without the 80s and if you talk to LM you will quickly find out my absolute favorite drunk song EVER is "You Shook Me All Night Long" and will dance in horrible 80s flailing fashion to it.) Hey, didn't The Neverending Story come out in 1984? 
Oh and don't get me started on Rainbow Brite - before she became an icon for sexuality, she was just a cute little girl on a pimp ass pony who fought the evil Dark Princess, silly bitch tryin to steal Rainbows belt. ugh... Although I am very proud of our little Brite for taking a more political stand as the years went by...Wow, funny how a post about nothing became an 80s lovefest.
Anyway, onward with the rambling into nothingness which is really something, because this isnt the Neverending Story, which proved, something is not nothing and if you call out someones name then everything is allright (well as long as you call out the RIGHT name, I've found if you call out the WRONG name, well, sometimes people get a little upset... but thats for another post). But yea, it isn't the 80s, I don't mind Boygeorge. Its the techno. Perhaps the cyanide and explosm cartoon will explain my feelings.
I just can't take it, and Black is the New Black seems to take much joy in my suffering. I even sent him this cartoon and he giggle manically. There was no sympathy. And did the techno stop? Naw, it increased.
If you ever find me on the floor, bleeding from the ears. Well. You know who to go after.
*** I was just informed that BITNB does not have a techno version of the boygeorge song. It was just mixed in with techno and i must have blended the music together - although this just goes to show, im going crazy from techno. fuck.
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