The Kinks are the quintessential London band because Lola isn’t just some gag tranny diddy turned accidental anthem - its the epitome of the dichotomous hyper sexual androgyny of rock, roll and working class lipstick masculinity that was the UK invasion.
Talk amongst yourselves. Or post your thoughts in the comment section. Either way: you know I’m right.
Mood: Receiving loud + clear.
Sound: L-O-L-A-Lowww-lah.
Sight: Kiran in a Bowie wig and sequenced Gene Simmons boots.
If you need to ask me just why this silly Flash time waster merits a minimum quarter hour of geriatric Republican abusive virtual voodoo doll fun…rather than just being able to enjoy a few cathartic moments of gleefully dragging ancient McCain’s fat head and narrow ass through the field of smirking monkey Dubyas…well, Doris, then maybe you just shouldn’t be reading these posts anymore.
Mood: Warily optimistic
Sound: “Yes we can!”
Sight: A silent roomful of buddhist Suicide Girls
My last trip to visit Ruby, Rhino and the rest of the NY family saw my impulse purchase of a cheap, sweet Canon SD1000. Leaner and tougher than the nearly indestructible SD600 that snapped a half decade nation of my people before elegantly sputtering out, its nigh impossible to take a bad pic with this new silver pocket rocket. The result is that I’ve been taking - and rediscovering - a lot of photos.
My eponymous main site is now the photo stream basin for my favorite pics from this and past years. Check out the growing number of Flickr-powered sets featuring the the safest place I’ve ever known, the manliest men I’ve ever met and the coolest woman who ever loved hated me.
(And if you’re reading this, chances are I’ve got your mug on virtual film. Stroke your ego by visiting the weighted tag cloud page to see if you rank on the top of my image archive charts.)
Mood: Swung sweetly unique with every next snapshot.
Sound: Zoom. Click. Boom.
Sight: Your face.
(Courtesy of the often prophetic always astute xkcd.)
Mood: The broadcast is live. I am the receiver.
Sound: The Clash’s Rudie Can’t Fail
Sight: Flagrant abuse of Arsenal’s logo
