7388 Bonus Footage - Club Mix YearBook

This is for all the slamming doors, the mornings interrupted by dish washing, the lack of bathroom/counter space, the insanity that we all lived in for so fucking long, and cheers to Robert Brown and Chris Wininger - without whom none of this would have been possible. 7388. Greenwood, Indiana. Fall 2007.

7388: Episode 9 - The Tooth Situation 2007 Year of Our Lord

In the season/series finale, Striby chips the fuck out of her tooth while in Broad Ripple. Megan ruminates on Striby's reaction/overreaction to the tooth situation. Chris Brake films the whole thing. And now YOU are watching it here. See how the circle goes unbroken? Or some such shit like that.

Thanks to everyone who watched/will watch.

7388: Episode 8 - I Think There's Something Wrong with Me Part 2

The conclusion of our night. Does it get much better?? Tune in next time for some real tooth drama. Thanks for watching - wait - is anyone watching? Is this all just mental masturbation on my part? Who knows? Who cares? Here it is...

7388:Episode 7 - I Think There's Something Wrong with Me Part 1

In this episode, we slipped it to Chris Brake. And it was glorious for one night. Until we had to go to work the next morning. We're getting close to the end of our journey with the inhabitants of apartment 7388. Thank you to everyone who was involved with this. And in my life in general - you people make everything worth it.

7388: Episode 6 - The Bone Fags Clear Rooms like a Fat Kid Loves Pumpkin Pie

Here it is. The Bone Fags unveil their glory in the garage of a South side house. Thanks to Bri and Mike for making that possible. And Thanks to Clifford the Big Red Dog. I'm sure the boys wouldn't be ashamed to say that Clifford is a big part of why they are where they are in the world today. Enjoy it:

7388: Episode 5 - God Damnit, Dare I Ask

In this episode, see yours truly go on and on about things that don't matter. Plus, we start getting at the core of the weirdness. Ladies and gents, it is as you've feared - The Bone Fags make their debut in 7388. Find out what the boys of bone have to add to this already anarchic environment.

Marilyn Manson: Running to the Edge of the World

Manson's new video has the blogs rocking! Saying he's a woman beater, domestic abuse sympathizer, etc. Come the fuck on...

One of my dear friends said that this video is far too pretentious to cut through and actually make a point. But god damn! The song chosen for the video isn't necessarily one of my favorite cuts from 'The High End of Low', however the emotion conveyed with this is incredible! The most pure Manson I've seen in a long, long time. I'm excited about where he's going again - and maybe for the pure shock value of it - for the first time since Mechanical Animals. A lot of you may be saying - why the fuck is anyone interested in Manson anymore? Is he even relevant?

The resounding answer in my head is YES. He's made many enemies, his lifestyle (ever-misunderstood as it is) has always been something for the mainstream to mock, etc. I get all of that.

But this! This is something for Manson fans to cherish. Pure! Emotion! Acoustic sound, the constant emphasis on his face behind plastic! Suffocating himself - the emotion of the song suffocating him - then it all boils over with the scenes toward the end. Of course this isn't real, and anyone who wastes their time claiming that it is should probably just jump off a bridge right now. Fuck you Mainstream! I'm not sitting her claiming that he or anyone else should beat the shit out of women - but we've all certainly thought about it, yes? The fights at the end of a relationship are always the most brutal - everything crashing down all at once. Torn between the incredible empathy you have for this person you once LOVED mixed with overwhelming rage against the same person. This dichotomy exists in all of us. Blood, sweat and tears. Taking it over the line. Embracing an emotion most people shuffle under the rug. LAYING IT ALL OUT THERE.

In my opinion, this is what Manson's getting at. The juxtaposition is beautiful and insane and perfect. 'The High End of Low' is one of his best album's to date. He's finally gotten back to where it all started for him. And what's better, at this point in his career - the hardcore shit is there (Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-gedden, etc), but the traditional Manson head throb anthems are interlaced with these fucking BALLADS. When was the last time you thought of Manson and the word ballad entered your brain?!

This is what I've been waiting for from him - something that pulls me back into his world.