1st Annual Inglewood Stream Music Awards

On Tuesday December 29th, 2015 I decided to initiate a thing. Music is a big deal on my stream, obviously, and I wanted to shine a light on all my favorites from the past year that make my shit so much better than everybody else on twitch. Thus began: The Inglewood Stream Music Awards. I […]

Day 20: Lun-Dun Ingle-Und

At long last, the final stop of my trip had arrived. I said one final goodbye to my Kebab shop which had become a second home to me in Berlin, and set off for Lun-Dun Ingle-und. Goodbye generic Kebab Bistro. I’ll never forget you. The bus ride to the airport was long and arduous. Some […]

Day 19: Berlin is Fairly Fucking Boring

So I finished up Raving and dragged my exhausted ass (and my 50 pounds of luggage) to a bus, to the train station, and then onto the train back to Prague. I had the shits all weekend, but I managed to keep my dumping to a minimum. The porto-potty situation was disgusting, and I think […]

Day 18: Let It Roll Festival 2015

Shit is on. July 30th brings upon my departure from Prague, and my exodus to an abandoned airfield an hour to the North-East: Milovice. Milovice is a town of about 10 blocks, housing a bunch of soap-licking impoverished Russian people that looked altogether ill prepared for the invasion of 20-something nymphomaniacs that they were about […]

Day 17: Munich to Prague, Dawg

The last day of my stay in Munich was one of rushed “Oh shit, I haven’t prepared fuck all for the Czech Republic trip” with a side of “Wow I’m tired after all that walking / standing / Combichristing last night”. I spent the day in my home, catching up on blogs and whatnot. There […]

Day 16: The Goths on Shitgobbler Street

In keeping with the theme of weird American goths and their fascination with Germany, my Airbnb host emailed me a list of events for the weekend – which happened to contain this. Combichrist in Munich while I’m in Munich? Got to! Also, we can call off the search party for Everlast. He’s apparently not […]

Day 15: Germany: Beer, Effective Public Transportation & Horrid Porn

Let me begin with a history lesson, if I may. Back in the day when I was an awkward half junglist / half goth teenager… I was doing two things. Listening to electronic music from Europe, and dressing myself really really poorly. I had short black spiky hair, long bangs that went down below my […]

Day 14: Spanish Asses

The last full day in Spain began painfully at Oh-Bright-Thirty, where the crew was assembled to do a FOUR FUCKING HOUR WALKING TOUR. The photo on the left is depression personified, the photo on the right is this limey fuckwit tour guide going “No, trust me lads – wokking is gr8 fun, we’ve a right […]

Day 13: Barcelona is Hot and So Am I

Puppy’s pimp game didn’t stop at the airport. Now that the word on the street was that there’s a real cool woof who don’t take no guff, the ladies was all on him. That’s Puppy’s “Ever tried Red Rocket before?” face. Smoov. First full day here we completed the hat-trick of stadium tours (Having done […]

Day 12: Barcelona Bound

Alright, shut up. I have to be up in seven hours to do a fucking four hour long walking tour about a Spanish civil war that even the Spanish don’t give a shit about – so there’s no time for faffing about. I’m gonna post pictures and make jokes about the last few days, you’re […]