didn't last until the Shpongle set, but the Hallucinogen set was so outrageously fucking awesome. The man it the fucking greatest uberdork showman ever.
He'd start with some sample, then tweak it out and run with it as long as the fish would stay on the line.. .then he'd ease off for a second, give another punchline, and then away we go.
As wifeykins was wilting at being up way past her bedtime, I left her up in the flobbering zone for a while. Went back to pick her up and described it to her: It's madness down there. Really, really, good madness.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
daddy, where'd the world come from?
I made it. Just last weekend.
No you didn't. Last weekend we went to the beach.
I got up early.
You slept in. Besides, the world was here two weeks ago.
Hmm.. That's right. I don't know where it came from. Are you sure you didn't make it?
You won't even let me weld.
Are you trying to change the subject?
What?
Did you or did you not create the world? And if so, where did you get the parts?
Mom! Dad's not answering my questions! He's turning them all into questions for me!
No you didn't. Last weekend we went to the beach.
I got up early.
You slept in. Besides, the world was here two weeks ago.
Hmm.. That's right. I don't know where it came from. Are you sure you didn't make it?
You won't even let me weld.
Are you trying to change the subject?
What?
Did you or did you not create the world? And if so, where did you get the parts?
Mom! Dad's not answering my questions! He's turning them all into questions for me!
blah blah blah blah
gospel of Judas? rock on.
I'm impressed with the coverage I've seen, but that might be a matter of my limiting my media diet. Points scored for mention of the selection of a small handful of books to be the "Christian Cannon" or the bible, as it would be.
Guess my money is on the Gnostics in the long run.
Related thought: if an organism is an emergent property of a bunch of cells, and consciosness is an emergent property of a bunch of neurons....
fuck it. todays' take:
fuck that even. I somehow cant' bring myself to make observations about the fucktards that are bent on destruction because they believe that the voices in their head represent God.
Maybe I'll cash this one in and start a dad-blog.
I'm impressed with the coverage I've seen, but that might be a matter of my limiting my media diet. Points scored for mention of the selection of a small handful of books to be the "Christian Cannon" or the bible, as it would be.
Guess my money is on the Gnostics in the long run.
Related thought: if an organism is an emergent property of a bunch of cells, and consciosness is an emergent property of a bunch of neurons....
fuck it. todays' take:
fuck that even. I somehow cant' bring myself to make observations about the fucktards that are bent on destruction because they believe that the voices in their head represent God.
Maybe I'll cash this one in and start a dad-blog.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Sunday, April 16, 2006
fuck that noise
Up With Grups - The Ascendant Breed of Grown-Ups Who Are Redefining Adulthood -- New York Magazine: "(e) spend $250 on a pair of jeans that are artfully shredded to look like they just fell through a wheat thresher and are designed, eventually, to artfully fall totally apart; "
fuuuck no $250 jeans? fashoin statement?
The joy of getting old is that I no longer (had I ever?) been compelled to spend an assload of money on clothes.
WTF? are these just dirty lies to cover their drug habits? or yanking the press? does that $200 haircut come with release
reminds me... the other day I was talking with some cow-orkers, former teammates, about my move to the new San Francisco office. They said something about spending that extra money and time buying fashionable clothes so I could fit in there. And it all fit together--they bought the lie. Somehow its okay to wear a t-shirt and jeans if you claim that they're expensive. I now confidently report that these special expensive t-shirts come from threadless
key difference: "wear a different pair of $250 designer jeans every day" vs "wear the same pair of $50 (labels cut off) work pants every day" ?
next installment: my response to section two "The Grup Children, or Daddy, Please Turn That Music Down"
fuuuck no $250 jeans? fashoin statement?
The joy of getting old is that I no longer (had I ever?) been compelled to spend an assload of money on clothes.
(p) take pride in never shaving while spending $200 on a bedhead haircut and $600 on a messenger bag
WTF? are these just dirty lies to cover their drug habits? or yanking the press? does that $200 haircut come with release
reminds me... the other day I was talking with some cow-orkers, former teammates, about my move to the new San Francisco office. They said something about spending that extra money and time buying fashionable clothes so I could fit in there. And it all fit together--they bought the lie. Somehow its okay to wear a t-shirt and jeans if you claim that they're expensive. I now confidently report that these special expensive t-shirts come from threadless
key difference: "wear a different pair of $250 designer jeans every day" vs "wear the same pair of $50 (labels cut off) work pants every day" ?
next installment: my response to section two "The Grup Children, or Daddy, Please Turn That Music Down"
Friday, April 14, 2006
Brain Hack!
makes me want to do some reading about NLP.. here's a one-pager on how to clean up the background loops: How to Squash Negative Thought Patterns
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
the thing in the crib
from Tom Smith Online: " I edged open the door of the darkened chamber with trepidation. The stench of human effluvia was overpowering. The light from the portal fell upon a raised cage of ancient wood, not quite square, and decorated with icons of some lost tribe that worshipped beasts. The sigils celebrated the gluttony of the bear, the wild and uncontrollable fury of the tiger, the fatalism and endurance of the donkey, the inscrutable yet impractical wisdom of the owl, the smug quickness of the rabbit. The metallic rim of the construct glinted as if angered that illumination had touched it."
Friday, April 07, 2006
Never Forget
Never Forget
Originally uploaded by nantel.
one (minor) downside of having dashr and the blogger widget on my dashboard... when I go to write something I see some out-fucking-rageously cute graffiti that I am doomed to repost.
so... cute...
p.s.: the wife and I are developing a case of "baby fever". this morning she asks me if it would be bad to give the middle name "Mayhem". I'm not so sure... it'll take more research. Besides, I'd been thinking something like Frea Umenko Cayenne Kdrinknerd
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Til jord skal du blive..
Til jord skal du blive..
Originally uploaded by Anes.
no... really. my daily dose of high quality street art.
fur burka and robot birds
oh.. wait... a fur burka robot. knee length fur burka. more at we make money not art
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
(late post) what I did this weekend: nothing.
I slept.
slept slept slept.
more than I would have had I not been ill.
no vomiting or other gastrointestinal distress. no excess coughing. just stuffy and exceedingly sore/tired in a germily influenced manner.
slept slept slept.
more than I would have had I not been ill.
no vomiting or other gastrointestinal distress. no excess coughing. just stuffy and exceedingly sore/tired in a germily influenced manner.
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