BWAHAHA 3/21 – 3/27

BWAHAHA (Blair’s Week Attempts at Haha’s) 3/21 – 3/27: Ah, Spring… when the bugs come out and start mating, when the birds wake you up in the morning because they’re honry and O’Dark Thirty, when the smell of freshly mowed dogshit wafts in the gentle breezes and everyone starts their sneezes. Ah… Spring.

My grass literally went from brown to needing to be mowed in a week. Not even a week after mowing my grass for the first time… freezing temps. Fuckin’ weather! At least I got to do a little bit of chasing as the cold front came through. Nothing major, just chasing cloud formations. Many people think storm chasers are about the tornadoes. Don’t get me wrong, the tornado is the icing on the cake on top of a cherry on a sundae, but we chase for the sky: the clouds, the rain, the cloud formations, the beauty, etc. I’ll chase on a partly cloud day just to watch the beauty of the tiny clouds rolling around in the sky. It’s the Troposphere that gets us excited: Tornadoes just send us over the top.

Speaking of storms, don’t forget to check out my new blog entry for this upcoming storm season: North Alabama: Are You Storm Ready?

OTHER STUFF:

  • 20150325a

    Declaring war against Sweet Gum Balls. #Napalm

  • Being a responsible pyromaniac. Sitting here with a shovel until the burn is done. Beautiful day for it.

    Being a responsible pyromaniac. Sitting here with a shovel until the burn is done. Beautiful day for it.

  • Whoever in the Aviwxchasers.Com car keeps saying “it’s large,” they remind me of the movie Popeye.

140 CHARACTER ASSASSINATIONS:

  • I will not read comments on news items about Ted Cruz. I will not read comments on news items about Ted Cruz. I will not read comments… #Cruz2016
  • Senator Ted Cruz’n for a bruz’n #Cruz2016

@MIDNIGHT #HASHTAGWARS:

  • “Take On Windows ME” by A-ha ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
  • “Ocean Blue Waffle” by ABC ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
  • “Mexican Pandora” by Wall of Voodoo ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
  • “Ride Like The Windows Explorer” by Christopher Cross ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
  • “Bette Davis iTunes” by Kim Carnes ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
  • “WWW, WWW, WWW, WWW” by Crash Test Dummies ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
  • “(Nothing But) 1800Flowers.Com” by Talking Heads ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
  • “Just A Googleo (I Ain’t Got Nobody)” by David Lee Roth ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
  • “Huffington Post Post Modern Man” by DEVO ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
  • “Doll-Dagga BuzzFeed-BuzzFeed Ziggety-Zag” by Marilyn Manson ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
  • “Amazoned and Confused” by Neil Diamon ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
  • “Instagram Club Hit (You’ll Dance to Anything)” by The Dead Milkmen ‪#‎InternetASong‬ @midnight
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Marilyn Manson

“Doll-dagga Buzz-buzz Ziggety-zag” by Marilyn Manson.

Listen to this Song!

Words by Marilyn Manson, music by 5, Skold and Manson. © 2003 Nothing/Interscope Records.
Thanks to L. Adams for the recommendation and information.

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesk drag

All the goose-step girlies with
Their cursive faces and
We know it’s all Braille beneath the skirt
I’m bulletproof bizzop and
Swing heil and
I don’t really care what gentlemen prefer.
Say, all you pin-down girls and
Bonafide ballers, so manically depressed
And manically dressed
We got our “Venus Not In Furs”
But “In Uniforms”
If You’re not dancing, then you’re dead
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesk drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod groteak burlesk drag

All the thug rock kids are playin’
All the punk god angels sayin’
“The toys are us, and we don’t even know”
All the thug rock kids are playin’
All the punk god angels sayin’
“The toys are us, and we don’t even know”
GO GO GO-doppelgangers
(You’re one of us, you’re one of us)
GO GO GO-throw your shapes doppelgangers
You’re one of us.

Trumpet-mouth junky-saints go
Silver-tongue marching down the
Stairway to SUBSTANCE
Cocaingels and asses
Give me opiate masses
Fill up your church porn preachers
And we’ll fill up our glasses.
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesk drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesk drag
All the thug rock kids are playin’
All the punk god angels sayin’
“The toys are us, and we don’t even know”
All the thug rock kids are playin’
All the punk god angels sayin’
“The toys are us, and we don’t even know”
GO GO GO-doppelgangers
(You’re one of us, you’re one of us)
GO GO GO-throw your shapes doppelgangers
You’re one of us.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

All the thug rock kids, GO
All the punk god angels, GO
You’re one of us now, you’re one of us
So GO GO GO
All the thug rock kids, GO
All the punk rock angels, GO
You’re one of us now, you’re one of us
So GO GO GO
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesk drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesk drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesk drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesk drag
You’re one of us

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson.

Words by Marilyn Manson, music by 5, Skold and Manson. © 2003 Nothing/Interscope Records.
Thanks to W. Tews for the recommendation and information.

I know they suffocate you more than
the passing of everyday human events
And isolation is the oxygen mask you’re
making children breath into to survive

But I’m not a slave to god that doesn’t exist
And I’m not a slave to a world that doesn’t give a shit
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We’ll scar your minds

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

You’ll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that “death was on sale today”
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We’ll scar your minds

But I’m not a slave to god that doesn’t exist
And I’m not a slave to world that doesn’t give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy

The death of a million is just a statistic
But I’m not a slave to god that doesn’t exist
And I’m not a slave to world that doesn’t give a shit
But I’m not a slave to god that doesn’t exist
And I’m not a slave to world that doesn’t give a shit

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!