Friday, May 25, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
I highly recommend reading The War of Art, by Steven Pressfield.
If you've ever had an inner demon related to expressing your art, music, creativity, or whatever. Drop everything and read this book.
Whatever your gift is, it should come out while you're here and alive.
Thank you to my dear friend Stacy McQueen, for telling me about this book!
Why does Star sing the "Brusha Brusha Brusha" toothbrushing song? He doesn't have teeth. What the hell does he think he's brushing
Why does Star have a goodnight show? Stars COME UP at night. He should be going to bed at the asscrack of dawn when the SUN is coming up.
He is the creepiest puppet ever. I could give you many, many reasons why, but I'll start with the fact that he has fingers - and also wires that waterfall out of his head.
And no eyelashes.
Jay said that his eyeballs look like testicles.
They revamped Star at some point. At least now his bottom jaw moves when he talks, instead of his upper jaw (Yuck. Weird). And he got eyelids. Before, he just looked like he was in shock. He still looks like a squatting triangle with arm flaps, and not a star.
He still looks like he's gone septic.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Google, I fucking lobe your guts some days. You have outdone yourself with the Moog today.
If I could marry a search engine, it would very likely be you.
If your rugrat has any sort of bulky walker device, push toy, or other thingy with wheels that they bulldoze across the room with, at an alarmingly fast and unpredictable speed/direction, DO NOT ROCK THE FLIPS. Wear closed-toed shoes.
That is all.
The universe just isn't the same without your non-amplifiedness, singing saw, and steel guitar,
and I has the sad.
I'll see you in my dreams.
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