Twits, Twats, Tweets

Michael thinks Twitter is the death of everything, but I think we were already tweeting half the time (as was Herb Caen, of course). Jason Cohen's Twitter.

Mary's Club, Portland Monthly, July 2007

ARE THEY HAVIN' A LAUGH?

Are they havin' a laugh?

IS THIS IT?

This book looks familiar.

dEUS, GETTING PAID

By Pontiac.

SO HOT!

Been a while, but your Well Hung pals are back with a slew of new tunes that demand your attention. Spinning first on our bitchin’ red record player is “London Girls,” the panty-droppin’ debut single from the one and only LR Rockets.

Out Monday on our pal Ian Johnsen's always-on-the-money Must Destroy label, the rawkin' "L"-side sees Lemon Pie and Lukelear Bomb barking and howling like a couple of horned-up doggies about just how much they luuuuurve the Big Smoke ladies over handclappin’ hooks and twisty garagepunk riffs. It’s like a party in a pair of too-tight bondage pants, and everybody’s coming! All on seven hard inches of pussy-pink vinyl, natch.

And as if to prove once and for all that they’re the coolest nerds in the art school, the viddy sees Ver Rockets wearing funny hats and goofy outfits. High five!

BAD COMPANY

It's wrong enough that Langley has begun running recruitment commercials, but really, is it such a good idea to be running 'em during My Name Is Earl?