the Untitled.

Jan 28

I love the 24 at Daytona.

It’s at that link for the next hour, and then somewhere else in the wilds of the intertubes….

But if you’re looking to kick off the 2012 racing season with 24 hours of sports cars (Ferraris, Aston Martins, BMWs, Audis, Camaros, Mustangs, Porsches, Mazdas, other Fords & Vipers) racing on the banking at Daytona, this is the way to do it. Crack a beer & kick back!

There’s something like 50 cars out there (fewer now that we’re a couple of hours in) on a comparatively small track so even now, three and a half hours in, everyone is all bunched up and likely to stay that way until late tonight. There’s always Porsche 911’s dodging speeding prototypes, which keeps it exciting for everyone.

Jan 27

barelysarcasm answered your question: Anybody else call milk “moo juice?”

No, but one time I met an elk with a yarmulke and I called it a Jew Moose.

Anybody else call milk “moo juice?”

Jan 26

whydoihaveablog:

soupnazi:

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I just googled. Rumor has it that the news for a possible Ferris Bueller 2 could be revealed during Super Bowl Sunday.

I’m nearly in tears. This could be done very, very well. Or it could suck. But it’s hard not to see that usual, if aged, face, hear that familiar voice, and be reminded with that chk-chka-chkahhh and not feel hopeful.

GET OUT OF TOWN.

Jan 25

Hey, and while I've got you all here - If you could ask James Mercer of The Shins one thing, what would it be?

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barelysarcasm:

whiskeyandgoatsmilk:

operationfailure:

The Format - The First Single

So let’s cause a scene,

clap our hands and stomp our feet or somethin’,

yeah somethin’

I’ve just got to get myself over me

“Oh the road trips. Oh the packs and packs and packs of reds that I smoked. Oh the whiskey sours and the boone farms and the 5 am diners and the coffee, rice pudding, the late night phone calls, the hand written letters, the drumming on the steering wheel, the driving hours to share a few hours and kisses. Oh the dance parties in attics! Oh the swimming in waterfalls! Oh the times we had!”

all of that just went through my mind with in the half a second of pressing play to this song.

This album always reminds me of getting off the T by the Fenway stop and not telling anyone where I was going and getting this CD and it was really late and raining… and walking through the city and aw shit… I miss Boston.

DOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO

(via fuckyeahdementia)

Jan 24

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I mean, what?

I thought punk-pop-whatever fiddle was awesome. Shit, still is.

Whatever, man.

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Continuing our theme.

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partywok:

The Beatles - Hey Bulldog

dat bassline

Honestly, how does he do that!?

I’m out of breath after air-drumming along to the first side of Sell Out.

Either Moon was completely and totally superhuman, or I’m totally out of shape.

I’m thinking it’s a combination of the two.

partywok replied to your photo: I’ve been up since 4:30 this morning. Cheers,…

Good man! I’m packing you a box-o-wax as we drink. Trying to cover as many basic food groups as I can.

I’ve been up since 4:30 this morning.

Cheers, tumblinos!

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partywok:

tdpj:

The Raconteurs - Hands/I Can See For Miles

For Ewok - Turn this up to 11 brother.

oh shit yes.

WOOOO