Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
A early piece of holiday cheer
File under:
technology/alternative use
http://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2008/11/29/Man_beats_attacker_with_giant_candy_cane/UPI-78771227984812/
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
You shouldn't let poets lie to you
'Artists' are cool. You know, all fanciful and ignorant...
In this clip, Bjork explains the intricate technical details of a CRT-based TV set.
This is great stuff. (The title of this post comes from her explanation.)
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Bush or Batman
That's Batman from the 60s TV show.
They both spoke in very overwrought prose...
Funny video
Friday, August 8, 2008
A perfect mixture of...
...cool technology, and a display of over-the-top patheticness. (or is that patheticity? patheticitude?)
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26035202/
"It is a miracle for me because I was able to smile again, laugh again and just feel alive again,"
I love that picture too.
In a truly nerdy reference, does this bring up memories of Duncan Idaho?
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Probably a wise decision
Greyhound has reconsidered its most recent advertising campaign.
This reminds me of when Drowning Pool yanked their very good song right after 9/11. The title just didn't seem appropriate.
It's not the kind of music I usually like, but I LOVE this song.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Let's Get Back On Track, Shall We?
“Same Old Lang Syne”
This nightmare was unleashed upon the world in 1980 and was spawned by the late master of poo, Dan Fogelberg. To give you an idea of the state of mind of the nation in that turbulent time, this actually peaked at number 9 on the Top 100 (…and was many a Long Distance Dedication). The song really has it all; whiny, woe-is-me lyrics, a somewhat cloying melody, and the piece de resistance: an over the top Kenny G-like sax solo as insult to the aural injury. Let’s look, shall we?
Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
Had Dan done this 10 years later he would’ve found himself in Aisle 4 trying to rinse the pepper spray out of his eyes with Hawaiian Punch. Oh, and looks like someone’s getting a really lousy present this year…
She didn’t recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried.
He recognizes her from behind yet it takes her a moment to place his face? Bow chicka wow wow!! Now, dry your eyes and pick up your crap…
We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totaled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.
Not sure if a great deal of conversation is needed for “paper or plastic”. Besides, it’s Christmas Eve, this is probably the only grocery store open, and these two morons are holding up the line. LET’S GO!!
We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn’t find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car.
Now we’re talkin’…just like prom. To review: grocery store – open, liquor store – open, bars – closed. And drinkin’ and drivin’ is bad, mkay?
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
A bottle of Southern Comfort would’ve reached beyond the emptiness…seen it happen myself.
She said shed married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn’t like to lie.
Not to quibble here, but technically it’s the builder keeping her warm and safe and dry…her husband draws pictures. And it hardly seems fair not getting his side of the story. I mean, it could be her, y’know? (although verse two leads me to believe otherwise, knowhatImean? I think you do…)
I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn’t sure if I saw
Doubt or gratitude.
Neither…that’s the look of low-grade inebriation…make your move, man. Now, now, NOO..
She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly
But the traveling was hell.
..WWW! Too late…she changed the subject. And besides, any guy friggin’ crying about traveling around getting paid to play music deserves to be left in the lurch. I’m really developing a hatred for this clown. Anyway, how to get back on track…I know, ply her with more booze!
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another auld lang syne...
There we go!! WOO HOO…okay, my man, move in for the kill…
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away.
L O S E R !! He gets three beers into a freak that’s not terribly fond of her husband and can’t seal the deal. I hope it starts raining and you have to walk home…
Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain –
AHHHHAHAHAHAHA!! Serves you right!! Walked out in the snow, didn’t get your stuff from the store, coughed up a few bucks for beers, and now you get to walk back home in the rain in pants that fit funny now.
(as the horrible sax solo plays, I always envision this schmuck walking down the road, head hung low, when a car drives by through a puddle soaking him to the bone and putting the final touch on his evening of sorrow)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
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