Eat It

POTUS Barry O called Trump a "Carnival Barker" this morning. Oh, and he publicly displayed his real birth certificate, which he had to skirt the regulations of the Department of Health to obtain. I wonder how local yokel Darla Jaye and all the other KC birthers will prepare the crow they are going to have to eat?

Also, Google is apparently on my side:

And for my robbies...an apology for my pedantry

Last night, in an Irish Pub paradoxically, I was trying to figure out why "prosciutto" was pronounced with a "sh" sound (pro-SHOOT-tow) since Italian seemed more inclined to make the "sk" sound in words with the "sc" digraph (as in "pesca" [PES-kuh], meaning peach) or the "sch" trigraph (as in "maraschino" meaning fucking delicious). Well, as it turns out, in italiano, after 'e' or 'i' you pronounce the sc as "sh" ("pesce" [PESH-eh] meaning "fish"). After an 'a' 'o' or 'u' it's "sk". Also, if the word is an inkhorn of Italian descent, the sch is always "sk". Unless you just want to be a dipshit American, then you say MARRYSHEENO CHERRIES, BITCH!!!

Funny note: in nonstandard Italian, as spoken in New York and New Jersey and everyone in Italy that's not a grammar teacher, you can omit the final vowel of some words altogether, and many people are heard saying "Pro-SHOOT" for prosciutto, "mat-sa-REL" for mozzarella or (and this one has spread to Missourah) "cal-ZON" instead of "cal-ZON-eh". Here's my sauce, which explains further that Americans are really just bastardizing some food pronunciations.

Baby Talk

Baby Talk by Brutal Child
I just saw a little toof poppin' out my baby girl's mouf! It's pretty gross and painful looking. Did I mention my daughter yet? Well, Ophelia is 11 months old tomorrow and I can't think of anything cooler that's ever happened to me than her. Anyways, in honor of the new toof, since it's much easier to speak wif teef,  I am posting another Brutal Child cut, "Baby Talk". This song was originally part of our friend Flannery's 2nd Valentine's Day compilation, Moonhump 2011. Flannery asks her friends to contribute music to these compilations and gives them out to her friends, which is the same spirit the Fitzners were hoping to imbue with Brutal Child. It sort of flies in the face of the usual reasons people start bands: to work really hard polishing a turd and then trying to sell it to everyone, especially your friends. I do that enough, so Brutal Child is a kind of "gift", our don à le monde. We don't toil over it, we don't sell it, we don't play shows to promote it. It's a little secret, just for you. 


I've watched you growing
Without you even knowing
When you need someone to talk to
We're here, and you know that
I feel ya movin'
Ophelia, groovin'
When you need someone to listen
We hear ya, please know we're here


I can't wait to talk with you
I can't wait to hold you by the hand
I really wanna show you the world
I can't wait to let you win


Just like our fathers did
Just like our mothers did
That's just the way it is
I wanna step aside and let you in


I really wanna talk to you but we don't speak the same language
I really wanna talk to you but we don't speak the same, don't speak the same
I really wanna communicate but we don't speak the same language
I really wanna talk to you but we don't speak the same, don't speak the same


I really wanna talk to you if you can ever tell me how you feel
For now you're just too young to speak our native tongue
That's just the way it is...
I wanna open up and just let you in

Brutal Child

Ma femme et moi, nous avons une groupe musicale. Il s'appelle "BRUTAL CHILD". Je vais poster eventuellement toutes les chansons des Brutal Child (avec les paroles et une brève description).

Le premier chanson..."Fitzner!!! Shake Your Bones!!!" Ecoutez et amusez!

Pam: (trying to figure out how to shake her bones) "I keep getting confused..."
Me: "C'mon, it's pretty simple...it's Motown, heh."

Found a wishing well: I just don't understand it
If it don't do what its told, who reprimands it?
Ain't no service number on the side
So tired, (but) the night takes off... gotta shake my bones
Asked old Willie Blanco what time it was
He said, "Time to stop makin' such a fuss
Ain't got a care in the world since my watch has been gone"
I say its easy but all day I been workin'
Talkin' ain't walkin', and prayin' ain't helpin'
Here I go draggin' my ass out again...

(Shaker bursts open on last shake)
Me: How the fuck did that happen?
FITZNER!!! SHAKE YOUR BONES!!! by Brutal Child