<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 12:38:59 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Dirty Earnie</title><description>Nothing's worth doing. I'm a firm believer in nothing.</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-7192315093080037134</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T12:50:38.139-07:00</atom:updated><title>Willy Deville's dead</title><description>Fuckin' bummer. I loved best the songs he did for the 1976 CBGBs live album. Nothing those shitheels at &lt;a href="http://www.magic1067.com/"&gt;WMJX 106.7&lt;/a&gt; could ever begin to touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-7192315093080037134?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/09/willy-devilles-dead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-5073031050506513356</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T10:17:38.041-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jeff Dary's comment preserved for posterity</title><description>I love the stream-of-consciousness style of this but, having been named in it, feel I should offer a couple of clarifications. While I might be considered wealthy by some standards and I do enjoy kernel programming more than many other things I might do for a living, I've never been "independently wealthy" as that term is commonly used and what wealth I have is the result of kernel programming for profit. If I were independently wealthy, there's a long list of things I'd be doing on my own. Spelunking through somebody else's crappy kernel or parallel-filesystem code wouldn't be on that list, but it does pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person you mention is Nick Vasilatos. While he's definitely weird, and by no means small, he's nowhere near 350 and he's still very much alive and kicking. Saw him just over a week ago, in fact. It's nice to hear about the old crew from someone else's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;[Wotta guy! -ed.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-5073031050506513356?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/08/jeff-darys-comment-preserved-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-8400465476222369757</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 18:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T11:35:49.810-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jupiter, the nepotistic webmaster at Magic 106.7</title><description>My implacable foe. My enemy to the death. He was someone who pleaded with me for sympathy and when I confided in him he turned right around and threw it in my face. The dirty, low-down, shit-sucking son-of-a-whore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-8400465476222369757?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/07/jupiter-nepotistic-webmaster-at-magic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-7915350480309431836</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T11:32:45.570-07:00</atom:updated><title>Asheville Arthaus Hostel</title><description>BJ Decker likes threatening old men with violence. He thinks that's a real cute trick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-7915350480309431836?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/07/asheville-arthaus-hostel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-6947780100905256840</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-29T10:24:50.436-07:00</atom:updated><title>Another Magic 106.7 no-go spot</title><description>Boca Grande&lt;br /&gt;1728 Massachusetts Ave&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their half-chicken meal sucks, too. Went there yesterday and it was totally cremated. It's like they don't give a shit anymore. It was early in the day, too. No excuse. And now they play shitty MOR slime rock, too. They should just sellout to Anna's Taqueria and get it over with. At least Anna's cares about serving tasty food in a friendly atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to listen to that uber-shitty Chicago slime fest about being sorry and making it "up to you, I proooooooomise to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Magic's webmaster is a total scumbag,too. Calls himself Jupiter. Conceited prick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-6947780100905256840?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-magic-1067-no-go-spot_29.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-2301813669726185702</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 23:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-12T16:59:35.449-07:00</atom:updated><title>Another Magic 106.7 no-go spot</title><description>Mass Avenue Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;906 Mass Ave.&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge, MA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it goin', Jupiter? Inherit a million yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-2301813669726185702?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-magic-1067-no-go-spot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-4460474373846800393</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T10:27:25.149-07:00</atom:updated><title>My son on the Green Line</title><description>Went to sit across from a young guy on the Green Line this past Sunday and he immediately started giving me massive hate and anger vibes so I moved away when the train stopped at it's next stop. It only dawned on me today, two days later, that it was my son. Well I hope he's going to be very happy here, living in oh-so-classy, oh-so-glamorous Boston, supported by his oh-so-classy, oh-so-glamorous mother's family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-4460474373846800393?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-son-on-green-line.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-31848354603698173</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-18T10:08:33.756-07:00</atom:updated><title>Rather trainwreck than be railroaded by slime-meisters like...</title><description>...Magic 106.7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-31848354603698173?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/05/rather-trainwreck-than-be-railroaded-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-1708560776303571500</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-18T10:07:37.292-07:00</atom:updated><title>We're re-loading the Magic 106.7 digital slimebox with another half hour...</title><description>...of soft rock slime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-1708560776303571500?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-re-loading-magic-1067-digital.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-1908918646730870928</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-18T10:06:31.487-07:00</atom:updated><title>Another Magic 106.7 no-go spot</title><description>The Boca Grande in Kenmore Sq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dunkin Donuts in Kenmore Sq. is also befouled by the rain of Magic 106.7 audio slime. Wonder what they play on the PA at the 7-11?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-1908918646730870928?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-magic-1067-no-go-spot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-8131773290667165369</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-08T12:04:59.705-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cherise Gracie of Plymouth, England</title><description>Reminds me quite strongly of Jade Goody: a mindless, loud-mouthed pig woman. Maybe she'll do us all a favor and contract cervical cancer and drop dead, too, the miserable misbegotten old whore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-8131773290667165369?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/05/cherise-gracie-of-plymouth-england.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-7719530810878721497</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-24T13:16:11.817-07:00</atom:updated><title>The North Motherfuckin' Face!</title><description>Am I the only one who sees the proliferation of this lame-ass logo emblazoned on the clothing worn by half the population of Boston as something deeply sinister?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-7719530810878721497?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/north-motherfuckin-face.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-52741570964640657</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-24T13:12:16.938-07:00</atom:updated><title>Another Magic 106.7 no-go spot</title><description>* Dunkin Donuts, Kenmore Sq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but wonder if the evil dickheads that run Magic 106.7 pay these merchants to play their cruddy crap, their crappy crud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-52741570964640657?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-magic-1067-no-go-spot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-3098218267619337877</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T16:42:30.461-07:00</atom:updated><title>brigham circle chinese food</title><description>Killer! Excellent quality, big serving, reasonable price. I'd eat there every night if I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-3098218267619337877?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/brigham-circle-chinese-food.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-3471313255528130789</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T19:04:58.692-07:00</atom:updated><title>Yardbirds</title><description>Over-rated assholes. I reviewed my MP3s last night and threw out all but the following 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Train Kept A-Rollin'&lt;br /&gt;* Evil Hearted You (probably their best song)&lt;br /&gt;* I Ain't Done Wrong&lt;br /&gt;* I'm Not Talkin'&lt;br /&gt;* What Do You Want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-3471313255528130789?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/yardbirds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-5038281995267260989</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-16T13:12:26.125-07:00</atom:updated><title>J. Geils Band</title><description>Saw these guys playing on New Years 1971 at the (tiny) Stonehenge club in Ipswich. They knocked me out. Their first album was the first album I bought for my first stereo, a KLH. I remember playing their first album for some hippie friends of my older sister back in the early '70s and getting no respect. It's nice to see how well this album holds up after all these years when all that stupid hippie/psychedelic crap (Hendrix, Cream, Joplin, Dylan) has been consigned to the rubbish bin where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also interesting to note that they were most popular in Motown (Detroit) and that Geils himself went on to focus his energies on high performance cars. This is totally apropos since his band played like a well oiled high-performance machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also see they were the act they choose to open the new House of Blues on Landsdowne. Maybe Boston does have a soul after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Peter Wolf likes to hang out at that little diner on JFK street in Harvard Square next to that little park, Leo's Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Wolf on a talk show once talking about how he used to room with David Lynch back in the day and how square Lynch used to dress as compared to Mr. Hipster, Wolf. That was quite a hoot. Been thinking of Lynch's synthetic chickens a bit lately: "They're completely synthetic. But they're new!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-5038281995267260989?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/j-geils-band.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-1444339395082800479</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-16T12:58:14.951-07:00</atom:updated><title>Flipside Fanzine</title><description>This used to be a real voice of sanity in my life back in the late '80s and early '90s. They were good kids, even though they never had sense enough to get out of L.A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-1444339395082800479?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/flipside-fanzine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-8389277569505880122</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-16T12:56:00.711-07:00</atom:updated><title>Powell St. John &amp; Mother Earth</title><description>Since hearing Roky Erickson's heart wrenching version of St. John's &lt;em&gt;Right Track Now&lt;/em&gt;, some time ago, I've been curious to find out what happened to him I'm delighted to see he's doing well. I'm also very happy to see they've finally released Mother Earth's &lt;em&gt;Living With The Animals&lt;/em&gt; on CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-8389277569505880122?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/powell-st-john-mother-earth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-2091341996908962043</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 23:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-11T16:22:29.926-07:00</atom:updated><title>Automated Magic 106.7 Google-hit snarfer</title><description>The webmaster for Magic 106.7 must have some kind of application he runs that collects high ranked Google hits that reference Magic 106.7 and that's how my blog initially came to his attention a year, or whatever, ago. I initially thought that the freak had been following my blog. What a silly, vain fool I was. No one gives a shit about my blog other that this Magic guy, and that's only because I dare to speak out against his beloved radio station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-2091341996908962043?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/automated-magic-1067-google-hit-snarfer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-8350847260056998404</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-08T08:25:27.452-07:00</atom:updated><title>Got rid of my last CDs yesterday</title><description>Traded them in at &lt;a href="http://www.cheaporecords.com/"&gt;Cheapo Records&lt;/a&gt; in Central Sq. Nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I gave the 6 CDs that Cheapo wouldn't take to Alby (sp?) at &lt;a href="http://www.iye.com/"&gt;In Yer Ear&lt;/a&gt; in Harvard Sq. Man is that guy a talker. He'll talk your ear off if you let him. Nice guy, though. From West Virginia originally. Hard to understand why anyone would prefer Mass. to West Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel a little naked now with no huge CD collection. Still have 8 gig/1850 MP3s left, though. I must be one of the last of the people to dump my CD collection in preference to MP3s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-8350847260056998404?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-rid-of-my-last-cds-yesterday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-8183835318290168233</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-08T08:17:01.219-07:00</atom:updated><title>Magic 106.7 slimiest song ever</title><description>&lt;em&gt;Hard To Say I'm Sorry&lt;/em&gt; by Chicago. Hard to imagine what kind of pathetic stranded-in-the-suburbs housewife connects with this rubbish. &lt;em&gt;I will make it up to you, I prooooooooomise to&lt;/em&gt;. When I hear this grotesque chorus I just want to hurl myself off a bridge. And what's wrong with the singer's voice? Why does it sound that way? So weird and thin and reedy and unnatural? How can a real human relate to that kind of electronically treated voice? Disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-8183835318290168233?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/magic-1067-slimiest-song-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-6991794844946149856</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T17:28:40.348-08:00</atom:updated><title>Place to avoid to be free of Magic 106.7</title><description>If, like me, hearing the soul-destroying crud broadcast by Magic 106.7 makes you want to kill yourself, here are some places to stay away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;South End Food Emporium&lt;/strong&gt;, 469 Columbus Ave, Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pad Thai Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;, 1116 Boylston Street, Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symphony Market II&lt;/strong&gt;, 291 Huntington Ave, Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symphony Market&lt;/strong&gt;, 1130 Boylston St, Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brigham Circle Diner&lt;/strong&gt;, 737 Huntington Ave, Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be adding others as I discover them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-6991794844946149856?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/place-to-avoid-to-be-free-of-magic-1067.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-493799478349752193</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 01:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T17:21:24.374-08:00</atom:updated><title>Chris Pittman of Franklin, MA</title><description>This is the miserable bastard that fed my son a bunch of neo-Nazi shit starting 10 years ago. To show his continuing tendency toward this kind of Nazi stuff: he has a German wife and he partakes in weekend WWII recreation events, on the German, i.e., Nazi, side. I'd like to smash his face to a bloody pulp. A real smart-ass little prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this post you can plainly see from his photos on his profile what a creepy, morbid, German oriented attitude he has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-493799478349752193?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/chris-pittman-of-franklin-ma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-4613497466555867521</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T09:59:47.439-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ian</title><description>Here's what his profile says today: "Ian is not a fantasy of a dead, romantic past, but, rather, the simple truth for those who, today, alone can legitimately call themselves alive." What a jerk. Sharper than a serpent's tooth, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian certainly wouldn't want to live in a world without BMWs and motorbikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he thinks that killing yourself to live a main-stream, middle-class life is "legitimate living" he's got another think comin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-4613497466555867521?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/03/ian.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35627285.post-5351914767537862672</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-18T16:55:21.941-08:00</atom:updated><title>Maybe I'm amazed what a cum-stain Paul McCartney is</title><description>Had to listen to this tripe today on good ole Moloch 106.7 while eating a couple biscuits in the Dunkin Donuts in Kenmore Sq. Hard to believe I actually bought the album when it came out. I can still remember the pic on the cover of that fetus-faces dweeb, McCartney, posing with his little sprog tucked into his coat. Nauseatingly saccharine. Would have been more honest if he'd just got his dick out and jacked off into our collective face. Putrid piece of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35627285-5351914767537862672?l=earnestsludge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://earnestsludge.blogspot.com/2009/02/maybe-im-amazed-what-cum-stain-paul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phineas J. Fozzlewidge)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>