Jim Morrison Morreu...

... e uma amiga minha fanática por ele fez um striptease sobre o túmulo dele pra subornar o vigia pra deixar ela e o marido entrarem. Mas tergiverso, abaixo um vídeo do Weird Al Yankovic fazendo um pastiche de Doors, com o próprio Ray Manzarek no piano...



E não é que o Ray também era parte fundamental do som das Portas da Percepção?

Abaixo, a letra - maneira, tem carros e louras misteriosas - no Craigslist, uma espécie de jornal Balcão online. Sinto muito, mas não vou traduzir:

You've got a '65 Chevy Malibu
With automatic drive
A custom paint job, too

I'll trade you for my old wheelbarrow
And a slightly used sombrero
And I'll even throw in a stapler, if you insist...

Craigslist!
I'm on Craiglist, baby, come on!
Yeah!

Well we shared a quick glance
Saturday at the mall
I never took a chance
Never approached you at all

You were a blonde half-Asian with a bad case of gas
I was wearin' red Speedos and a hockey mask
Come on, let's find that love connection that we missed

On Craigslist!
Yeah, Craigslist, come on!
I'm on Craigslist
Oh, baby, maybe you are too!
Be bom ba chomb cadonk bin bam boo!

An open letter to the snotty barista at the Coffee Bean on San Vacente Boulevard:
I know there were twenty people behind me in line,
But I was on a cell phone call with my mother.
Didn't you see me hold up my index finger?
That means I'll order my soy decaf hazelnut latte in just a couple minutes.
So what's with the attitude lady?
No tip for you!

Got a trashcan of Styrofoam peanuts
You can have 'em for free
You can drop by on the weekend
And pick 'em up from me
But the trashcan ain't part of the deal
Only givin' you the peanuts, get real!
Don't have no Hefty bag so bring your own,
Don't bug me with questions on the phone
Don't ask for help, don't waste my time
And don't complain, 'cause they won't cost you a dime
Just ask yourself:
Do you want my Styrofoam peanuts?
You can have my Styrofoam peanuts.
Do you want my Styrofoam peanuts?
You can have them all.