Andrew W.K.’s “First Day Of School”

Posted in My Big, Black Cock., Reviews: Scott Crawford on August 11th, 2005 by Scott Crawford

Free Live Album, authorized by the man himself. (There’s a ton of other AWK goods at the site, too, plenty of which I haven’t gotten to yet.)

I’m listening to it right now, and I’m getting hyper. You can almost see the bodies flying everywhere, the kids jumping on stage to make their guest appearances on the record…hell yeah.

Andy’s also got a new song up on his site, but I’m not sure if it’s a finished version, and I’m not sure if I’m in love with it just yet.

The live album though, wow. Get it. It’s fucking great.

Urban Dead Update

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on August 9th, 2005 by Scott Crawford

Shit is getting CRAZY. If you join the game now (and I prefer that you do so as a zombie, but hey, whatever floats your boat), go to Whittenside as your starting point, and make your way to the Armoury in Fort Perryn. World War Fucking III is breaking out. Braiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins.

Helpful Links:

Urban Dead
Urban Dead City Map, complete with location and route finders
Urban Dead Forum

Mouseketeer Roll Call

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on August 6th, 2005 by Scott Crawford

Yes, it’s rampantly self-indulgent (what isn’t, really?), but I’m curious as to how many people actually really read this site as opposed to just visiting it, and even more curious as to how many of you care enough to become a registered user of the site and post a comment. If you’re one of those people, register for the site and post a comment. If you’ve posted a comment somewhat recently (I know who you are), you’re exempt from this exercise unless you choose to be a part of it.

So, like, give’r.

Walking.

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on August 6th, 2005 by Scott Crawford

Apparently, a 28 oz. Slurpee (Fanta Blackberry, for the voyeurs among you) is the perfect size for the walk back from the nearest 7-11, and Blind Melon’s “Soup” album is pretty close to the perfect length for the walk to and from said 7-11. Amazing album, too, one of the overlooked greats of the 90′s. In slightly related news, I dug around a little and found Jena Kraus, who sang on “Mouthful Of Cavities” on “Soup” and who I’ve mentioned here before. She’s still at it. Add her, if you’re on that cesspool of a site and you’re so inclined.

I need to walk more often.

Issues with “The Price Is Right”

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on August 4th, 2005 by Scott Crawford

I’m watching the most exciting hour on television right now, and 2 things stick out.

First, the guy they got to replace Rod Roddy sounds WAY too Los Angeles. The guy who yells “COME ON DOWN!” should never sound like Shadoe Stevens. Find a guy who sounds like Rod or, better, Johnny Olsen! And, if they can’t find a guy with the right sound, I guess they could get Tom Waits.

Second, the hostesses have finally reached the point where they look like porn stars. As I watch this, I fully expect Jesse Jane to come running out with the Busty Cops. Alright, I admit it, that would be fucking GREAT. See, if they’re going to people who look like hire aspiring Vivid girls to point at the new cars, they should go full-on and get the pros. Bob has proven that he can handle the action! The Shadoe Stevens guy definitely has to go, though.

Bob Barker will be on TV continuously, full-time, for 50 years next year. He deserves a better supporting cast than this! Bob’s still great. Nothing could fuck that up. It’s going to be just about impossible to explain him to future generations once he’s gone, kinda the same deal with Shatner. How do you explain these guys to someone who has no point of reference? We’ll just have to show people footage and hope they get it.

OK, time for Bob to announce the actual retail price of the two Showcases. Just had to get these pressing issues off my chest.

Nothing To Say

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on August 3rd, 2005 by Scott Crawford

Ever have one of those days when you really want someone to talk to, but can’t think of anything to say? It’s like you can’t think of anything you could possibly say that’d be a positive contribution to their life experience, so you just say nothing? Yep. Today’s one of those.

“You are Scott Crawford and you are dead.

Posted in My Big, Black Cock., Reviews: Scott Crawford on August 2nd, 2005 by Scott Crawford

Urban Dead: Massively Multiplayer Online Zombie Game!

Not too much on the eye candy side, but a lot of fun regardless. I’m “Scott Crawford” on there, provided I don’t get eaten while I’m typing this. Come find me.

Update: I got eaten. I am a zombie now. Braaaaaaaaaaaains.

Random Shit, #2394089234

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on August 2nd, 2005 by Scott Crawford

First off, if you’re going to buy anything on open box special from Best Buy (assuming you’re the type that supports soulless, evil corporations), be prepared to deal with bullshit if you get the replacement plan on it. Apparently, in Best Buy’s world, “replacement” means “store credit equal to the purchase price, and if we don’t have another open box special on the item you’re attempting to replace, you’re fucked”. I gave Whitey whatfor, though, and my iPod Shuffle has been replaced with a new one. Curiously, as I noticed after I got my new one, they DID have open box ones in stock (I’m guessing that they’re getting a lot of returns on these, from people who don’t get what the unit does and doesn’t do), several in fact, but I guess I said the words “deceptive marketing practices” loudly enough in front of a big enough crowd of people to bypass that scene. I was actually polite and didn’t raise my voice, but I wasn’t having this talk the “associate” gave me about the replacement plan suddenly being for “the value of the item you purchased”, rather than the item itself.

Second off, since we’re on the subject, the “shuffle play/continuous play” switch on my Shuffle stopped working after being dropped. There was no obvious physical defect with the unit, and I actually got the switch to work again once after the fact, but that was it. If you have the same problem, or any other problems with an iPod Shuffle (either model), drop me a line and tell me about it. I’m curious as to how durable the little buggers are.

Third, I’m hoping that they’re more durable than the starter I put in my car a year ago, since I’m reasonably certain that the fucking thing shitted out on me. I hate cars, in case you’re wondering, and need to live somewhere that won’t require me owning one. Somewhere like…Toronto.

And finally for this edition, I would really like to stop having a fucking headache now. I think a week of this shit is quite enough.

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