Braindead Shithead

Did you guys see this?

For twenty years, Robert Shields of Dayton, Ohio, has kept a written record of absolutely everything that has happened to him, day and night. For no less than four hours each day, Shields holes himself up in the small office in his home, turns on his stereo, and types. His diary, at 35 million words, is believed to be the world's longest.

I can't believe I never heard of this old bastard. Here is a link to an interview with the guy, both text and audio.

Very interesting.

This might be of interest to some of you; a collection of vinyl punk stuff from the late 70's/early 80's.


Some very interesting mp3's here, including stuff from Oingo Boingo and Wall of Voodoo.

Never much liked Natalie Portman, but Zombie told me to check this out.

Funny, I had this exact same reaction every time I was told how much my younger siblings looked up to me, and that I'd have to be better or whatever because I was their role model.

The lastest edition of the Friday tradition (if 2 weeks can be called a tradition). Another Schoolhouse Rock goodie, this time, Electricity.

Mmm. Clerks 2 Trailer.



And, this little bit of nonsense.
Ever wonder what troopers did for coffee and the Enquirer on the Death Star?
Me either, but somebody apparently did.



For the life of me I couldn't find a way to snag the Trooper Clerk cartoons, so you'll have to go the old fashioned way-via a LINK.

Trooper Clerks.

Related to the post below; more pyro douchebags. Dear god, how did these girls survive to adolescence?

You know, the 3 douchebags who burnt down the Alabama churches as a "joke". Here is a video I edited together. They can watch it over and over again...in prison.

And you thought the Two Chinese Boys were good?

Well, it may be blashphemy, but if there's one thing I've learned in my time on this earth it's that nothing can follow a venereal disease cartoon except a cross-dressing savior. That's right boys and girls, you too can dress-up Jesus in all kinds of neat costumes. Go ahead, it's fun! And God will forgive you. After all, he hasn't smote Pat Robertson yet.

I've just about had it with you all! What with your bouncing boobies, your satanic rock music, your kitty snuff films, foul language and furry arachnidian hell spawn this place has become a cess pool of filth. Filth I tell you! So it's high time we had some good, clean, wholesome family fare. And what could be more wholesome than Walt Disney? So, in an effort to clean this place up I present you with this godly Disney animated classic about a lonely bunny who... Oh wait -- it's about venereal disease. Aww screw it!

It doesn't get much better than this "recap" of the cult classic, Scarface.



This video was liberated from Mucho Sucko.

So, I'm over at YouTube, just looking up David Bowie. I happen to love David Bowie, and thought about posting the video for "I'm Afraid Of Americans", because really, we're quite a scary people.

Then, I made the mistake of clicking on THIS.
THIS HORRIBLE ABOMINATION!!!
It's David and Cher.
Cher, with the worst hair-style I've ever seen on her, and that's saying something.
And they're working their way back to you babe, with a burning in their heart and soul, I fell in love with you, heart and soul love, she kneels before the grave a...

I'm going to stop right there. You will get the picture if you are brave, and make it past their shimmying to "Young Americans".

I present the new "Shock Absorber" sports bra.

I got this link from a girl, so there can be no cries of "foul!"
The site's aimed at women, but really, I don't need to see bouncing breasts on my computer screen to know how mine move in real life.

If you've got 30 minutes to kill (and hey, who doesn't?) you might want to check out this tremendously funny pilot, Heat Vision and Jack. Directed by Ben Stiller, it stars Jack Black and the voice of Owen Wilson. Black plays an astronaut with an incredible power (I won't spoil it for you), and Wilson plays his talking motorcycle, Heat Vision. Together, they fight crime while running from the relentless Ron Silver.

This show was obviously a little too "out there" for television. It's brilliant, I think.

As always; YouTube is slow as shit. Start the clip then pause it--go run some errands, maybe masturbate or do your taxes--then come back and watch the clip.

New Animal Resembling Furry Lobster Found

Gather the B-52's! Get them to a recording studio immediately!

We here at Braindead Shithead are NOTHING if not totally focused on the well-being of our readers.
After all, there's not that many. We need to keep every one.

So, in the interest of public safety, I think we all need to be made aware of this.

WHITEFIELD, N.H. - Police and school officials are issuing warnings about a potentially fatal game gaining popularity among teenagers after the death of a 14-year-old boy.
Eighth-grader Rodney Webster died last week after choking himself to deprive his brain of oxygen so he could feel a brief rush when the blood flow returned.

His death prompted Whitefield Police Chief Bill Colburn and school officials to create pamphlets outlining the danger of the so-called "choking game." They will be distributed Monday when children return from winter break.


"They need to make people aware," said Webster's mother, Lori. "We don't want this to happen to anybody else."

Her son was a wrestler and eighth-grade class president.

The game — also known as space monkey, flat-liner, fainting game and black out — was responsible for more than 50 deaths last year and eight this year, according to the Stop The Choking Game Web site.

It can also cause brain damage, strokes, seizures and retinal damage.



Um, I hate to say this, but if you're stupid enough to choke yourself, this is what you get.
8th grade class president-all I can say is, I'm glad he was taken out of the gene pool before diluting it further, or going on to become ACTUAL president. It's sad for his family, but really, how stupid was this kid?

Here are the warning signs...


1. Inexplicable marks or bruises on the throat
2. Frequent severe headaches
3. Redness of the eyes
4. Belts, leashes, ropes, shoelaces tied in strange knots or found in unusual locations.
5. Unexplained cuts or bruises from falling
6. Disorientation after spending time alone
7. Locked bedroom doors

Not all of these signs may be present.

Considering I have 5 of those symptoms, I think I'm going to go turn myself in. Clearly, things have been happening that I'm not aware of.

I thought of this.
Okay, so it's a computer generated cat.
Still makes me giggle.

Seeing Bill O'Reilly's latest exploit--threatening a caller to his radio program with a visit from "the authorities"--made me think of this incident, which I read about recently.

Seems Rush Limbaugh hosted Pat Sajak's horrible TV show back in 1990. Things got ugly when Rushbo ran into some activists in the audience. He gets so flustered, they are forced to clear the audience.

This clip is about 10 minutes long, but should be required viewing for anyone who listens to this fool. For the rest of us, it's just really damn funny!

I love this video. It comes from a Nirvana performance on Top of the Pops.

Okay, follow this; they wanted to dub the music to Smells Like Teen Spirit but allow Kurt Cobain to actually sing. Huh? So, it's basically Kurt Cobain doing a karaoke version of SLTS. As you might imagine, the boys didn't play along.

Effective Workplace Management Tip #5891: Never hire a sexually frustrated animator.

Inspired by LBseahag's inaugural post at BDSH, I decided to dig these out:



The benevolent Mystics/The benevolent "rock" group Nelson



A pure hearted Gelfling/The pure hearted Olsen twin

in case you forgot how much Slayer ripped shit up when they first hit the scene...



I just sacrificed a baby upon my homemade alter. I looked for a virgin but...they are rare in these parts.

Yeah, I know, we're so the opposite, but I have to make up for that damn Osmonds video!
It scares me still.

So, I started this epic quest last night. I decided to get "Pepper", by the Butthole Surfers.
Right.
So, then I thought about the Dead Milkmen.
All I found was "Punk Rock Girl".
After pissing myself off for about 2 hours, I finally said the hell with it, you get Daniel Johnston.
Really, too classy for this place, but I couldn't find Green Jelly's "Three Little Pigs".
Fuckers!





Crap! I spoke too soon! Now, why didn't this want to show up for me last night...

I so want one of these. Maybe I could get a cheap Brent Spiner action figure off eBay. That'd be perfect.