Monday MamBOOOOO! #71
October 31, 2005 | 6 Comments

This message just in from the spooky, bat-filled belfry of the home office in Mamboville…
Happy Halloween, mamboers! We trick or treat for candy on this night, but why can’t we trick or treat for music too? Someone should make a holiday for that! Today’s mambo is full of treats, and hopefully no tricks. Put on your costumes and mambo!
1. Make your own musical candy bar! What do I mean by that? Well, you do that by using musicians, bands, instruments, genres - anything related to music - that have tastes and flavors you want in your candy bar. Examples include something sweet (obviously), something nutty, something sticky, something gooey, something crunchy, etc.
Sweet…
Def Leppard – Pour Some Sugar on Me 
Minnie Riperton – Lovin’ You
*Caution: May induce diabetic coma.* ![]()
Crunchy (because of the beat!)…
Gin Blossoms – Found Out About You 
Nutty…
Henry Mancini and his Orchestra – The Peanuts Theme 
Sticky…
2. What musician would you want to dress up as for trick or treating?

A big ol’ bloated ghost of Elvis, covered with rhinestones… and with toilet paper stuck on the bottom of my shoe. (I know… that’s just so wrong. Heh.)
Elvis Presley – A Little Less Conversation 
Elvis Presley – Devil In Disguise 
3. What bands or musicians scare you the most?
Marilyn Manson – because he’s a pasty white creep.
Michael Jackson because he’s a pasty white child molesting creep.
And these two little racist twats — and their mama. :no:
4. Instead of candy, you’ve decided to give out music to trick or treaters! What are some of the artists or albums you’re giving out?
Warren Zevon – Werewolves of London 
Danny Elfman – This is Halloween! 
As always, the music links stay hot for a week. Have a safe and happy Halloween — don’t let the boogie man get you!

PS. A special thank you to The Count for the song by “Tricky”! He turned me on to them last week and now I can’t get enough of their music. Good stuff indeed.
Saturday Schtuff
October 29, 2005 | 2 Comments
You’re a cat - the sexiest halloween symbol.
You’re very laid back about the whole thing but
you feel most comfortable at this time of year.
You’ll do anything for a treat!
“A spooky hallowe’en quiz!”
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Well, let’s clarify this: I’d do *some* things for a treat, but not *anything.*
I am having the most difficult time trying to locate a material I need for a new technique I want to try in my studio. Today I may resort to petty theft or begging in order to get it.
It’s this stuff called deli wrap. It’s the paper that’s wrapped around a sandwich or cookie or bagel that you get when you buy it at the store. The same damn paper that’s wrapped around a cheeseburger from McDonald’s.
Sooooooooo exotic, I know! ![]()
But to find something like that here in town is impossible. I’ve tried restaurant supply stores, craft stores, etc. Nada, baby. I could buy it online, but a single box of it costs about 50 bucks. I might not even like the results of this new technique I want to try, so I’m not shelling out that much money for it.
So I’m going to the grocery store today, asking nicely for a few sheets of the paper, and if they say “No”, I’ll buy a single donut and mummify that sucker in about 50 sheets of the stuff.
Art. Nothing can stop it from happening, dude.
Thanks to everyone who left comments and emailed about the predicament with The Cheater and The Snitch. I appreciate your input. I think I ended up handling it the best way I could.
When things like this happen, it just makes it even clearer for me: I’m don’t enjoy teaching academic courses (because of the bullshit that comes along with it) and I’m doing the right thing by leaving my position as soon as possible.
Anyway…
I’m off to hunt down some of that Holy Sacred Deliwrap Paper now. More again soon, my friends. ~ ~ ~
Opinions please…
October 27, 2005 | 5 Comments
Which do you think is worse: cheating on a test or snitching on someone who cheated on a test?
If you were a student and were pretty sure you saw someone in your class cheating on a test would you tell the instructor about it a week later?
And if you were the instructor, how would you handle this information? Mind you, the person who “told” didn’t name names — just gave generalities.
In totally unrelated news *cough* — there are about 6 weeks of school left in the semester and I can’t wait to get the fuck out of that place.
:explode:
For what it’s worth.
October 26, 2005 | 3 Comments

My blog is worth $49,114.98.
How much is your blog worth?
Ha! My blog is worth more than The Sucky Neighbors’ house is now — after they’ve worked so hard at destroying it for the past 10 years.
And I bet $49,114.98 that my blog is cleaner and smells better, too. ![]()
(Sorry, but living next door to a PIG STY is getting on my nerves today.)
I had therapy today. We talked about my artwork, school, friends, family, and food.
I didn’t mention The Empire State Booger incident.
There’s only so much psychological drama a person can deal with in 50 minutes, you know.
Ever since the weather has turned colder, these two cats have been clingy as hell. They follow me from room to room and immediately attach themselves to me whenever I sit still — just for the warmth. They especially like to crawl onto my chest if I recline enough. It’s like I’ve grown a second pair of tits!
A pair of 12 pound, hairy, purring tits that smell like tuna.
(Let’s just see how many Googlers that little phrase brings in. Hee.)
Hearin’ it: Purring.
Readin’ it: PURR PURR PURR
Lovin’ it: PuuUUUUuuuuuuUUUUUUuurrrrrr
Not lovin’ it: Purr… purr… *tuna burp*… purr…
Nasal horrors.
October 24, 2005 | 5 Comments
Question:
Today I blew a booger out of my nose which resembled:
A. A marble
B. A pineapple
C. The Empire State Building
D. All of the above
Correct answer: D
It was the shape of a marble, the texture of a pineapple and the size of the Empire State Building.
Or was it the shape of the Empire State Building, the size of a pineapple and the texture of a marble?
See? I am still so horrified by the trauma that I can’t remember it clearly. Or maybe I can’t remember because it was actually a chunk of my brain!?
Whatever the case may be, I do not want to repeat this event ever again in my life. It was simply uncalled for.
:no:














