Saturday, March 12, 2011
Free Music
Thursday, March 10, 2011
The State of the Album as an Art Form
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Word Usage
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Blog to Restore Sanity
"Look, look on the screen. This is where we are, this is who we are. These cars. That’s a schoolteacher who probably thinks his taxes are too high, he’s going to work. There’s another car, a woman with two small kids can’t really think about anything else right now. There’s another car, swinging — I don’t even know if you can see it — the lady’s in the NRA and loves Oprah. There’s another car, an investment banker, gay, also likes Oprah. Another car’s a Latino carpenter. Another car a fundamentalist vacuum salesman. Atheist obstetrician. Mormon Jay-Z fan. But this is us. Every one of the cars that you see is filled with individuals of strong belief and principles they hold dear, often principles and beliefs in direct opposition to their fellow travelers. And yet these millions of cars must somehow find a way to squeeze one by one into a mile-long, 30-foot wide tunnel carved underneath the mighty river, carved by people, who I’m sure, by the way, had their differences. And they do it, concession by concession. You go, then I’ll go. You go, then I’ll go. You go, then I’ll go. Oh my God, is that an NRA sticker on your car? Is that an Obama sticker on your car? Uh, well, that’s OK. You go and then I’ll go. And sure, at some point there will be a selfish jerk who zips up the shoulder and cuts in at the last minute, but that individual is rare and he is scorned and not hired as an analyst. Because we know instinctively as a people that if we are to get through the darkness and back into the light, we have to work together. And the truth is there will always be darkness, and sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t the Promised Land. Sometimes it’s just New Jersey. But we do it anyway, together. If you want to know why I’m here and what I want from you, I can only assure you this: You have already given it to me. Your presence was what I wanted. Sanity will always be and has always been in the eye of the beholder. To see you here today and the kind of people that you are has restored mine. Thank you."
At this point I am about out of things to say. I think Stewart said everything I would have said. If you actually made it this far, and at this point, I'm sure you haven't I can pretty much say anything that I want to. YOUR UGLY! See? It doesn't matter, cause no one reads this shit anyway.
-J Swavely
Thursday, September 30, 2010
I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaack
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
HEY! THAT'S SARCASM! THAT'S WHY IT'S FUNNY!
A woman went to her doctor for a follow-up after he had prescribed testosterone for her. She was a little worried about some of the side effects she was experiencing.
"Doctor, the hormones you've been giving me have really helped, but I'm afraid that you're giving me too much,"she said: “I've started growing hair in places that I've never grown hair before."
"A little hair growth is a perfectly normal side effect of testosterone,” the doctor reassured her: "Just where has this hair appeared?"
"On my testicles."
A man walked up to a farmer's house and knocked on the door. When a woman opened the door, the man asked if she knew how to have sex. Not amused, she slammed the door. Again, the man knocked, and again asked the same question. Again, not amused, she screamed: "Get the hell away!”
Later, she told her husband of the incident. He said he would stay home the following day just in case. Sure enough, the next day the same man returned. The husband hid with his gun while the lady answered the door. When she was asked again if she knew how to have sex, she said: "Yes."
The man replied: "Great! Give some to your husband the next time you see him, and tell him to stay the hell away from my wife!"
What's the difference between your new wife and your new dog?
After a year the dog is still happy to see you.
Brenda, pregnant with her first child, was paying a visit to her obstetrician's office. When the exam was over, she shyly began: "My husband wants me to ask you..."
"I know, I know," the doctor interrupted, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder: "I get asked that all the time. Sex is fine until late in your pregnancy."
"No, that's not it at all," Brenda confessed: "He wants to know if I can still shovel the driveway."
God is worn out, so he tells St. Peter: "You know, I need a vacation. Got any suggestions about where I might go?"
St. Peter thinks, and then says: "How about Jupiter? It's nice this time of year."
God says: "No, too much gravity on Jupiter. It hurts my back."
St. Peter says: "OK, how about Mercury?"
God says: "No way! It's way too hot for me on Mercury."
St. Peter exclaims: "I know! How about going to Earth for your vacation?"
God says: "Are you kidding? I went there 2,000 years ago, had an affair with some Jewish girl, and they're still talking about it!"
J Swavely