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This baby is one of the ballsiest little mofos on the planet. The snake has been defanged so the child is in no immediate danger and despite the snakes soft fangless slap attacks, the child still wants to play with him. Someone should teach this snake to play nice. On a bit of a side note… In what country is it acceptable to let your toddlers play with defanged cobra snakes?

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There’s no end in sight for the idiotic breakthroughs in telecommunications.

The one thing that I’m learning the most about tcom is that the industry is full of ridiculous marketing ploys. These industries will exploit anything and everything that they can get their hands on in order to generate some sort of profit. For instance, if could find a way to make money off of everyone on the planet getting a text message every time that Paris Hilton farted, they would be all over it.

‘This Paris Hilton fart was brought to you by… [insert company name].’

It seems that so many people are out to find the next big thing in media that they don’t take the time to consider whether or not it is a good thing. Is it a good idea for people to take in such heaping amounts of useless information? Oh yeah, because people can make money. That’s always the answer, isn’t it?

Why is it important to know what celebrities eat, who they’re banging, and who their friends are? I would like to think that such information should only be available to their friends, not published in some sort of shitty celeb magazine. Honestly, I don’t know how some people live with themselves. I’m glad that my career won’t involve following around some hack celebs just to get some embarassing photos to sell. Sheesh. Lame!

The growing trend of television programs like ‘The Hills’ makes me sick. Who gives two shits about what these rich spoiled brats are doing? I’m sure that when they would argue all day and night that they’re not spoiled and pompous but they are full of shit. If you’re smug enough to think you’re gossip-filled life is important enough to broadcast as entertainment, you’re full of shit.

By televising their gaudy rich-bitch lifestyles we are sending the wrong signals. Now there are plenty of people maxing out their credit cards to have a similar lifestyle that’s not even within their means! And people wonder why the economy is fucked! People don’t need to live like that. There is such a thing as having too much money. If you don’t think this is true, you’re a douche.

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Contrary to popular belief, I have not given up playing the bass. It’s just not true. My bass and I are still very much in love and have relations on the regular. Sadly, I haven’t written a music update in a while because I’ve been too preoccupied with my camcorder and making idiotic youtube videos about fish and whatever else I can think of.

Anyway…

The truth is… music has been happening a lot lately. I’ve been playing with Austin Case for the past couple of months. We’ve been writing a handful of songs and working our dynamic and stage presence. We have been doing this in secret so that no one would have the slightest idea as to what it is we’ve been up to. We call ourselves ‘Human vs Nature’ and our first show is on Halloween.

Yes, you read that correctly…

Our first show is scheduled for October 31st at a place I like call ‘the cricket den’. The Cricket Den is a super-secret location that cannot be revealed until the time is right. I’ll post a super-secret flier when that moment occurs. Keep your eyes and ears alert.

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I’ve never been closer to giving up on fish. I’m near the point of selling my fish tank and never dealing with fish again. I think that Petsmart is repeatedly trying to fuck me over. They keep selling me fish that have diseases that are latent. After I’ve had the fish for a few days the signs of their illnesses begin to rear their little heads. Being the good steward that I am, I attempt to medicate these sick fish. However, despite my best efforts, they die. FUCK!

This morning I woke up and found Alfonz lying at the bottom of his tank. He was dead as a doornail. He was fine the night before. I don’t know what’s going on!?!? My baby black moor (Ninja #2) is still doing very well. I don’t know what’s going on. I guess it’s entirely possible that I’m just terrible with fish… but I would think that’s entirely unlikely considering I have been measuring the water parameters like it’s my job. Everything seems to check out. The only fish that keep dieing are the fish I buy from Petsmart. Since my other fish aren’t dieing I can only assume that the problem is not on my end.

Has anyone else had such luck with fish purchased from Petsmart? Are there tanks so loaded with antibiotics that when they are moved to another tank they are succeptible to any disease that comes their way?

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Wow, I feel like a dirtball this morning. I haven’t showered in over 24 hours. I’ve been wearing the same t-shirt for longer than 24 hours. Actually, I wore it yesterday, slept in it, and then continued to wear it today. How skank is that? At least I had enough sense to put on some clean socks. I can understand wearing a shirt for 2-3 days or maybe even a pair of jeans for a week. However, socks are another story. Socks should be changed every 24 hours. I can’t stand the feeling of old clammy socks. It’s just down right disgusting. Feet are gross… the end!

The last couple of days have felt like an eternity. I feel like I could sleep for a month. I blame the fall weather for my recent bouts of lethargy. I love the fall. It came so fast. Summer was just a blip. It was here and gone in an instant. Oh well, I’m not a huge fan of summer. It’s too hot and humid in Muncie. I can’t stand humidity. There are only a few things more discomforting than having your clothes stick to you. Oh and did I mention the dreaded ’swamp ass’? If you’re unfamiliar with the term, you don’t live in Muncie. It reminds of the term ‘Schwidt’ which my good friend Richard Knapp has said is the nastiest thing imaginable.

Ah yes… Shwidt. Gotta love that shit.

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