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I didn't watch even a minute of the Oscars. I boycotted the event because Napoleon Dynamite wasn't nominated for best picture.

I'm still getting random songs stuck in my head. Yesterday morning it was Manowar's "Metal Daze." Then, when I was boiling shrimp later, all of a sudden I busted out with "SO WHERE WERE THE SPIDERS?"

I watched some disturbing stuff this weekend. I finally broke down and watched the G.G. Allin documentary Hated. I'd heard so much about him over the years, and there it was on Netflix, and . . . yeah. Well, at least now I've seen it, and I don't ever have to watch it again--unless I want to relive the spectacle of seeing a man eat his own waste. *gorf*

Then, somehow, inexplicably, I ran across a Bittorrent for a Danish movie from the early '90s called . . . well, there's just no good way to say it, and I apologize in advance--it's called Gayniggers From Outer Space. I (No, it's not a porno.) I've never actually seen Plan 9 From Outer Space, but I can't imagine it being worse than this.

And then I found this quite insane video. Very creepy, but I actually kinda dig the song.

Put the lotion in the fucking basket.



So yeah, given all that, I had some pretty fuct dreams last night.