3 months away from my baby blog. Went to check on adsense and found it disabled with message from Big Bro Goog: "not allowed on sites with adult content."
This is the first time in 48 years I have been associated with anything remotely labeling my person or creations as "adult".
I guess I can stop waiting for that $14.95 check in the mail. So much for my sure-fire idiot-proof step by step path to internet millions.
Yet Big Bro Goog stands to profit-as the ads still run! And my stats show plenty of visitors, whether I'm writing or not! Finding my sarcastic presentation of consumerism profitable now, are we Goog?
Did someone actually click on a Full Sail ad?
My favorite-"Screaming For Vengence-Buy it on Amazon". (If you haven't stolen it already.) Yep, still down there on the bottom right.
That big yellow-orange-metallic eagle "Hellion" has been a sentinel on this blog for months. (The Sentinel-on a different Priest album.)
Yep... ad sense works. Big Bro Goog is watching-profiling-spying-demographing my anonymous self and all you anonymous readers-like an Electric Eye! On a blog created partly in response to Judas Priest's farewell tour. Again, Life imitates Art, Rod Serling predicts the future, and it's dark and scary like the Matrix. And even my little rock and roll fantasy is not safe.
Ironies abound.
Maybe Judas Priest controls the blogoverse & the interweb. All since the loss of Jobs, this thing is up for grabs. Al Gore wants nothing to do with his bastard son. To let it fall into the hands of Tipper's arch enemies really signals the end of civilization. Mother Mary. Is this the Meggiddo? Dune?
Tipper's parental advisory. Immaculate Conception. Adult content.
Once again I've come full circle in a blog.
Must be this Mars Volta I'm checking out. Just like Pink Floyd.. I tell ya....More circles...Isn't this where we ....came in?
Happy Hell O Ween, you little hellions...
Showing posts with label Judas Priest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Judas Priest. Show all posts
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Last Rose Of Summer
We had a few laffs. Famous last words from those who have passed through my life.
This blog has slowed to a grinding halt - as tough times and other endeavors take priority in the Roller's life.
Since everything goes full circle, I feel it fitting to end as it started. Ranting about Judas Priest's farewell tour kept me busy. A great band regardless of their current tribulations and dubious demise. The music lives on, and hopefully past their mortality.
This early Priest song, slightly ripped off from an Irish poem, continues the same sentiment, and expresses my feelings better than I ever could with mere words.
Pretty, clean, Hendrix style chords, and it's related to Gardening! -another of Rotten's many hobbies.
Man tries to control nature, but nature's will always triumphs. No matter where man may sow a seed, or tries to direct it's propagation, the originality and unique individualism of the species lives on, uncontrolled-almost untouched by man. Man works in earnest against forces he cannot really control, always in awe of the results. (Wow man, that's some heavy shit!)
This concept applies to more than flowers if you think about it.
Touching, sentimental, beautiful. An ending........ and a beginning.
Farewell for now...Rock on
This blog has slowed to a grinding halt - as tough times and other endeavors take priority in the Roller's life.
Since everything goes full circle, I feel it fitting to end as it started. Ranting about Judas Priest's farewell tour kept me busy. A great band regardless of their current tribulations and dubious demise. The music lives on, and hopefully past their mortality.
This early Priest song, slightly ripped off from an Irish poem, continues the same sentiment, and expresses my feelings better than I ever could with mere words.
Pretty, clean, Hendrix style chords, and it's related to Gardening! -another of Rotten's many hobbies.
Man tries to control nature, but nature's will always triumphs. No matter where man may sow a seed, or tries to direct it's propagation, the originality and unique individualism of the species lives on, uncontrolled-almost untouched by man. Man works in earnest against forces he cannot really control, always in awe of the results. (Wow man, that's some heavy shit!)
This concept applies to more than flowers if you think about it.
Touching, sentimental, beautiful. An ending........ and a beginning.
Farewell for now...Rock on
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Idol Season Re-Crap
Congrats to Scotty! Wins Idol, and gets big smooch on the lips from #2. Might need chapperones on the tour. Haley's restraining order on Grampa Steve might be revised to include Casey.
Results confirm FOX success with the NASCAR crowd. Look for more Fox stars to pop up in commercials like Randy @ Walmart. Jello is all over the makeup & should do well with a mail order bun burner video. Steve's book sales make him a candidate for the next wave e-reader, but I'm thinkin' Slim Jims-that MOUTH is a goldmine! Ryan could introduce manscaping to mulletheads.
Lotsa stuff to keep us old folks captive and curious about Fords & Droids, and our minds off the rhoids...
The ending hype was riddled with the usual last minute rush production gaffes. Most from the mixing board-Full Sail graduates? Judas Priest looked great-but you couldn't hear Glen's solo. James out screeched poor old Rob, but blew some lyrics. Suprisingly good 4 second solo, from the last second replacement for KK. Catch the Epitaph Tour-meaning already dead? Metal reality outdoes Spinal Tap once again.
The women of Idol 9 did a number together. All forgotten but not gone. Gone and Forgotten. You get it. Sucky in general.
More Growlin' from Ca-sey & Tenacious J.B. on "Scat" Bottom Girls. Haven't they learned in 9 seasons to stop trying to cover Queen? Hot chicks on bikes couldn't save this bit. Fat Bearded Guys you make that rocking world go round? Last minute attempt at humor-cute for about two seconds-epic dud.
Paesan Tony DiBennedetto lent some class to the affair, yet the obvious stylistic jazzbo pairing with Haley ended up pushing Idol's exploitation of the lolita concept even further past the rapture. Did I see a hint of jealousy in Grampa Steve's beady eyes? (Maybe just too much mascara.)
More blatant sexual innuendo from Jello & her pimp Marco. "Look at my butt shake! Just Look at it!." "Yes Dear, Very Nice! Keep it up while I sing." "Now Stop Distracting Me! My Voice is Cracking!" Rotten was very suprised to see the butt in full operation after suspecting that it's deterioration was previously covered up a few weeks ago by hammerpants. Repeat-Bun Burner Video.
Beyonce was beautiful & Spidey freaked me out, but Bono was boring.
Almost last, but not least-with two minutes left, from the bench......
Grandpa Pedophile Weird Uncle Steven Tyler of Aeroshit belts out "most" of his greatest hit! And actually nails the high note for a second! I will stop making fun of him for maybe one day. He really earned it. Where's that oxygen?
Time to get off the couch for summer. See ya in JAN. Unless the hype machine throws us a new Judge or something juicy from the tour I can bitch about. You heard it here first.
But Wait! Lookie There! KaraDioLaguardiaAirport sez she almost died from eating hash brownies at Paula Abdul's house! They weren't hers but they were in her fridge? Come on! What a teenage stoner excuse! And Governator's Procreator list has grown to 13 concubines in as many days!
Faithfully Yours,
Rotten
Results confirm FOX success with the NASCAR crowd. Look for more Fox stars to pop up in commercials like Randy @ Walmart. Jello is all over the makeup & should do well with a mail order bun burner video. Steve's book sales make him a candidate for the next wave e-reader, but I'm thinkin' Slim Jims-that MOUTH is a goldmine! Ryan could introduce manscaping to mulletheads.
Lotsa stuff to keep us old folks captive and curious about Fords & Droids, and our minds off the rhoids...
The ending hype was riddled with the usual last minute rush production gaffes. Most from the mixing board-Full Sail graduates? Judas Priest looked great-but you couldn't hear Glen's solo. James out screeched poor old Rob, but blew some lyrics. Suprisingly good 4 second solo, from the last second replacement for KK. Catch the Epitaph Tour-meaning already dead? Metal reality outdoes Spinal Tap once again.
The women of Idol 9 did a number together. All forgotten but not gone. Gone and Forgotten. You get it. Sucky in general.
More Growlin' from Ca-sey & Tenacious J.B. on "Scat" Bottom Girls. Haven't they learned in 9 seasons to stop trying to cover Queen? Hot chicks on bikes couldn't save this bit. Fat Bearded Guys you make that rocking world go round? Last minute attempt at humor-cute for about two seconds-epic dud.
Paesan Tony DiBennedetto lent some class to the affair, yet the obvious stylistic jazzbo pairing with Haley ended up pushing Idol's exploitation of the lolita concept even further past the rapture. Did I see a hint of jealousy in Grampa Steve's beady eyes? (Maybe just too much mascara.)
More blatant sexual innuendo from Jello & her pimp Marco. "Look at my butt shake! Just Look at it!." "Yes Dear, Very Nice! Keep it up while I sing." "Now Stop Distracting Me! My Voice is Cracking!" Rotten was very suprised to see the butt in full operation after suspecting that it's deterioration was previously covered up a few weeks ago by hammerpants. Repeat-Bun Burner Video.
Beyonce was beautiful & Spidey freaked me out, but Bono was boring.
Almost last, but not least-with two minutes left, from the bench......
Grandpa Pedophile Weird Uncle Steven Tyler of Aeroshit belts out "most" of his greatest hit! And actually nails the high note for a second! I will stop making fun of him for maybe one day. He really earned it. Where's that oxygen?
Time to get off the couch for summer. See ya in JAN. Unless the hype machine throws us a new Judge or something juicy from the tour I can bitch about. You heard it here first.
But Wait! Lookie There! KaraDioLaguardiaAirport sez she almost died from eating hash brownies at Paula Abdul's house! They weren't hers but they were in her fridge? Come on! What a teenage stoner excuse! And Governator's Procreator list has grown to 13 concubines in as many days!
Faithfully Yours,
Rotten
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Judas Priest off's KK, then the World
Going out with a bang? Thud. Before the farewell tour, KK Downing quits the band. Why? My opinion-The diva gets more cash. As one of the 3 original members (who still has one, I'm told) KK wants his fair share. But since the hag feels he's being dragged out, he makes the demands. Now the kid from Lauren Harris band gets the slot, and probably gets less than KK would have. Probably less than the expendable drummer and bassist, too. Now there's more for Rob. Good business-bad kharma.
Rob is a unique singer that put them on the map, so he might deserve more. But for old times sake, the fans are left with another half assed version of Priest. Or one assed.... (no offense to Tipton for hanging on)
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