Oops...I made a funny.

What? Another one?! So soon?! Well I'm just so full of moxy lately, I've decided to blog again. Honestly, I just don't feel like looking over my Trig at the moment.


There is something about today that feels like a bouncy Sinatra song, just begging to be danced to. Like most, I started my day off with urination, a classic, yet timeless beginning to any good day. I bet you're thinking I'm crazy, but just imagine a day you don't start with pee...weird huh? Well I take that back. There was this one time, when I started my day off as a pleasantly surprised recipient of a blow job. That too was a good day. Anyways, after the pee, I had myself some leftovers from last night. It was a giant piece of broiled red meat, glorious. Pee and red meat - other than a bj - I don't think there's any better way to start a day.


I know, I'm a chauvinistic pig...whatever, I'm not gonna lie and deny my love for oral sex...and red meat. Both are fucking delicious, well I guess it depends on the cow and the cu(n)t - maybe even the butcher, or more so the farmer. Wait, I don't even know what I'm writing about anymore? Blow jobs, beef, butchers...my how I've digressed. But then again, I guess you need to have a point in order to digress from it. A tricky little thing this blogging can be.


Speaking of points, I've been toying with the idea of writing a more subject centric blog. Because I know it's tough to market my current offerings of typed blabbing. "Hey you should check out my friend Miguel's blog." "Oh really? What's it about?" "Well in his current one he talks about peeing, bj's and beef." "Oh, awesome. I'll take a look at it." So you can see the need for some kind of delineation...two ideas have included:


1. Quirky movie recommendations, with a side why and why not(s), and maybe a tasty nougat of insight for dessert...


2. A fun local Lehigh Valley current events type of blog...mainly because I haven't lost all hope that there is something fun to do in the LV. That said, I'm kind of sick of just drinking myself to oblivion because of boredom.


So if any of you out there in La La land have any ideas, please do let me know. I find myself stretching for something to write about, but other than succumbing to the internet radio monster that is last.fm, nothing's really new in Milo's dull, trigonometric centric life. I have to say that last.fm is pretty rad, but my first couple of attempts really made me want to stab other people's pets. Why? Because I didn't want to stab my pets, but I really wanted to hurt something cute and fluffy. I think my desire to kill had more to do with my lack of cigarette smoking more so than Last.fm's inability to play properly. It's kind of fun. Last.fm, not stabbing pets, well that's fun too, but internet radio is exceedingly less messy. For instance, I was introduced to a song by The Cramps, titled "Anal Wonderland". Yes, I know. Anything that enables me to listen to something that combines punk rock, amusement parks, and anal sex - is, for lack of any better terms, fucking awesome. Last.fm, you make broadband internet that much more useful - as if all the porn in the world at your fingertips wasn't enough. On a scale from 1 to funky, Last.fm is funkalicious.


Speaking of funky shit. The hypothetical kind, not the semi-solid, tubular and smelly kind. While my life is continuing on with no real reason for an erection - not that I don't still randomly get hard-ons for no apparent reason - Presti's movin' out! I helped him move a couple of things into his swanky new loft and met his loft-mate, and I must say it's pretty cool. The place is nice and I look forward to finally having somewhere to bring AIDs infected whores for rough sex late at night. I'm kidding Presti, incase you were worried. But no really, can I? Maybe? No? Ok, we'll talk.


While I'm on the topic of VD, how many of you have heard of one of the funniest magazines I've ever had the pleasure of reading, VICE? Back in SF you could find this free, that's right I said it, free magazine scattered throughout local shops, cafes, video rental stores, hell I even found some at a hardware store. What's the magazine about...well remember how I created a fictional "what if" earlier with a bigger "if" you actually tried recommending my blog to anyone? Well...it's kind of like that. The most memorable issue was one that was all about Russia. They covered such a diverse topic, from music, fashion, art, prisons, the mandatory military time - in short, it was the most visually intense magazine I've ever picked up. But most notably, and arguably their most popular feature is their "DOs & DON'Ts" segment. The premise is quite simple. They take pairs of snapshots, and I do mean snapshots - these photographs look like they were taken with an already disposed disposable camera. Now these snapshots are generally somewhat related and they are titled with a simple "DO" or "DON'T", and beneath the photograph is a description filled with an overload of sarcastic sass to make even the most jaded of people crack a smile. If you have the opportunity, grab one of these. I assure you it will make for some interesting conversations, and at the very least provide you with endless pictures of stupid indie hipster dudes with their equally stupid skinny jeans mixed with a sampling of overweight hipster chicks. I love it. It's hilarious. Vice is probably the only redeeming quality hipsters have - the simple fact that they contributed to a magazine as funny, entertaining, and even somewhat informative as VICE.

Well, that's it for me. I'm going back to another cup of green tea, some shitty movie and pretending I am somewhere I want to be.