I can’t believe the news today…



8 responses to “I can’t believe the news today…”

  1. And I was scared because I thought Candid was some new French existentialist band that I’d never heard up, lowering my hipness factor into the negative range.

    ZSM tells us to pay special attention to the news and coverups as a result of the media-governmental news suppression conspiracies. Good catch on this one, Chris. Stay sharp, people.

  2. I can’t close my eyes
    And make the Z’s go away

    How long?
    How long must we live in this zone?
    How long——–

    Tonight

    We can be as one
    Tonight

    Broken bottles under children’s feet
    Broken skulls on all the Z’s we beat….

    There’ll be a battle yet begun
    To claim a victory no one won
    In
    Zyracuse, Bloody Zyracuse.
    Zyracuse, Bloody Zyracuse.

    This is the H! I can’t sing! Forgive Third World Debt!
    —–
    Speaking of 80’s rock icons, today’s paper detailed a new album and tour of David Byrne and Brian Eno in ’09. Just think, one suicide bomber could get revenge upon the men who both made and destroyed the two best bands of the 1980’s: Talking Heads and U2. If only we had a large contingent of armed individuals willing to sacrifice themselves to a larger cause. If only.

  3. a. You toss me an underhanded pitch like that, don’t complain when I wail on it.
    b. Admit that Bono turned into a wanker when Brian Eno attached himself to that group like a lamprey on the underside of a shark–about 1984–or that I am correct, and I’ll be quiet.
    c. This debate is involving music that was written and performed before most of our students were born. This makes me very sad because I like it very much.
    d. I have four Brian Eno solo albums. I love Remain in Light by TH. But David Byrne and Bono both turned into complete wanks when they got produced by that guy. That can’t be a coincidence. If they’d all stayed apart, the music would be just like it was in 1983, and we’d all be happy.

  4. For the record, I was 14 in 1983. This is about six years before the complete development of the frontal lobe. (To further illustrate the point, I thought _at that time_ that Ronald Reagan was really, really great.)

  5. holy shit… Good thing I know a website full of prepared individuals such as myself to start a blue zone with should this outbreak turn out as bad as I fear.

  6. I’d be willing to bet that if the (fictional) citizens of the zone were polled, they’d rather have a place to recharge their iPods than light bulbs.

    Why would I think that? Because they’re Americans, not monks. People in the zone will have totems and memories of the world that was to serve as remembrances of what they are fighting for.

    I don’t care if zombies gnaw on Ashlee Simpson’s or Bono’s jugular, but I do want to be able to always remember U2’s New Year’s Day.

    I’m not so sure about the Ashlee Simpson Greatest Hits collection, though. But what if CD’s became so rare that her music would be desirable? Would we go on fighting? The mind quakes at the possibilities.

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