31 August 2007

Nerd Duty Pix





teddy ruxpin
re: Teddy Ruxpin

It is my nerd duty to disabuse everyone of the following LIE:

"If you put a heavy metal cassette into Teddy Ruxpin, he will sing heavy metal."


This is not true! Even though I thought it was, it never has been. How could this happen? (Have happened? Have had happened?)

He will play the music alright, but his mouth will not move. Nor will his head spin around. Nor will he subliminally incite your child to commit suicide. Nor will he unfurl his grafted cow tongue, flick it lasciviously, and then disappear in a shower of fire with the Star Child, the Space Man, and the Cat Man.

But most importantly, his goddamn mouth will not goddamn move.

His tapes were special tapes. The left track was vocals, and the right track was encoded pulse-position modulation.

The real tapes has notching on the top, and if there was no notching, Teddy would bypass his animatronics and simply play the tape.

Why did I not know this? I need someone to blame, and I think I will blame the Popples.

If it hadn't been for Punkster Popple, my inner rebel would not have been sated, and I would have put the damn "Smokin' in the Boys Room" tape into the damn teddy bear, and none of us would be in this crazy messed-up situation.

Except also though, Mike Dukakis would have won the '88 election, leading to a world of all flowers and butterflies and free soda (except for the Soviets, who would still exist).

And I would still have all my Popples. And a Lamborghini Countach QV, with which I would escape the coming Red Army invasion of the U.S. (thanks a lot, Democrats!) , and would lead a rag-tag army of malcontent rock stars, and we would rescue all the Americans imprisoned in the salt pits, where they'd mine salt for Premiere Willie Horton.

And eventually, people would be in zoos and Monchichis would rule the Earth. Get your boy doll puppet paws offa me, you damn dirty ape!

Pop Levi - A style called crying chic

Got this from Ddogg, and I must say that it is awesome.

Literally (visuo-spatially?) awesome. I am in awe.

The creative use of construction paper makes me want to pee my pants.

30 August 2007

Porno Bush


For a man who has screwed up so much and screwed over so many, I'm surprised that this hasn't been done before. I am also surprised that there is no actual bush.

GW Bush portrait made entirely out of porn. Let's hope he gets boinked directly in the eye.

They Made Frogs Smoke Til They Exploded

I can never get too much stop-motion animation. especially when stop-motion is contaminated with drawing.

This video is tops - plus, it's got kids' heads being ripped open.

That'll teach the fuckers to make frogs smoke...

28 August 2007

डॉन'त प्रेस थिस बटन!

Tricky. This may or may not be in English. I apologize either way.

Funny apocryphal story between a pornographer and a Sandwich.

The Earl of Sandwich says to John Wilkes:

"Wilkes, you will die either of the gallows or the pox!"

To which Wilkes replies, "That depends, m'lord on whether I embrace your Lordship's principles or your Lordship's mistress."

23 August 2007

Mr. T vs. Weezer

The first part is hilaarious. Most of the second part, too. Then it starts to go downhill (e.g. most of the 'jokes' consist of repurposed Weezer lyrics).

Still, the first page or so is genius.

C'mon, humor - cleanse my palate! I need to sleep, and I don't want mugging dreams...

Stuck Up

Well, I just got back from the police station. It's 4:22am.

I got held up at 11:02pm. I called the police at 11:03. Drove around with an officer until 11:30. Went to the station and and a detective had me look at 500+ mug shots. Couldn't id the suspect.

They let me go at 12:30am. Then I waited for a ride home. While downstairs waiting, the detective came down to say that they maybe caught the guy. So I got into another car and met the paddywagon.

It was the guy. So we went back to the station, so that I could give another statement. All done at 1:00. Waited and waited and waited for a a ride back. The ride dispatcher was very unhelpful.

Called Dave at 3:00, but I think he was already asleep. Should I walk home? I said yes, but kept putting it off. I was only a mile away from home, but now it was very late (and tonight seemed like a bad night, station-traffic-wise). Waited with two other victims of these mugger assholes. The ride dispatcher said he didn't know when we would get a ride, but we never actually saw him radio to anybody or ask any of the cops.

Finally I just walked out. And a nice detective offered me a ride, except that an officer actually drove me home. It took five mintues, tops.

And now, dear blog, that is that.

22 August 2007

Everything You Need to Know About DIY Animal Cruelty (But Were Afraid to Ask)

Who knew that dressing cats up as crazy shit had such a long and varied history?

As usual, it was the Japanese who were the real innovators.

So here we go with Unlickable Nameneko - a.k.a. dressing cats up as crazy shit.

Cutting Across the Line

Aha! I think I understand what it means to 'cut across the line'.

I still do not understand why some consider this bad, or disorienting.

p.s. - first came across this concept while reading about the shooting and editing of 24

This is Not 24!

Here we have a formerly-undercover CIA agent and a U.S. Congressman talking about the tv show "24" at a Border Security Conference. As you can imagine, neither the CIA representative nor the actual Representative really knows what he's talking about.

Let's try and picture this scene, blog. First off, cue the beeping.

Split the screen into three boxes - in one, we have Representative Silvestre Reyes (D., TX); in another, Jose Rodriguez (Director, National Clandestine Service). In the last, Kim Bauer is in some kind of distress (let's say that she hid a little girl in some cardboard boxes, but now can't find the girl - so she's panicking).

CHAIRMAN REYES: We have an individual here that... was really the genesis – with a few liberties that Hollywood takes – the exploits of Jose Rodriguez are documented in the series “24.” So he admitted to me that he likes fast cars. I won’t tell you about the women, but I will tell you about the fast cars. (Laughter.) He is a connoisseur of fine wine. I said, well, in my experience, coming out of Camp Fear was I know the difference between Morgan David and Ripple... Please give him a big round of applause.

JOSE RODRIGUEZ: When I said yesterday that I was a little nervous because I was dropping trou – I didn’t mean it in the “24” series sense; I meant it in dropping cover.

Wow. Loves fast cars, may or may not be heterosexual, connoisseur of fine wines, pantsless? That is definitely Jack Bauer they're describing. No doubt about it.

KUH-shunk KIH-shunk, KUH-shunk KIH-shunk.

21 August 2007

Stuff I've Had Open in My Windows For Like More than Two Weeks Now

I read things on the web. And I want to share them, but with who? And but I procrastinate, so then I just leave the page open and say I'll deal with it later.

And but so my computer runs out of memory, and restarts. In the past, the pages were lost to the void of entropy. And I was born again.

But so now my Firefox asks me if I want to restore my lost session. As an unreformed packrat, of course I click "Yes!" (If there were a button that said, "God please yes please please please give it back! Let me keep it!! GIVE IT BACK!" I would click that.)

And so but then now so what I've got is 8 browser windows tabbed out the wazoo, and growing.

Gah! I post some of them here so that I can close them, and maybe again watch video on my computer. Notice that these are just the wikipedia articles.

1) Longevity myths - "Longevity narratives include the story of Fountain of Youth, the village-elder narrative, the story of Shangri-La, the "Nationalist"-tale, etc."

2) Chanakya - the Indian Machiavelli! The premiere economist! Because he was born with all his teeth, he had them knocked out as a baby! I had enough trouble with the teeth coming in. Poor kid.

3) Abugida - like an alphabet, but different. The vowels are part of the letter, so that 'ki' and 'ku' are different letters. More than half of the world's languages use an abugida! Also, superinterestingly, the name is derived from Greek alphabet order, just like our own "alphabet". Except it's the first four (Α, Β, Γ, Δ) instead of the first two.

4) Cecil Rhodes - the founder of the Rhodes scholarship, the namesake of Northern and Southern Rhodesia, and a supreme bastard. Who knew? Seriously, because I didn't. I thought he was a nice guy (maybe because of the scholarship?) But really - what an a-hole! He wanted to form a world-wide secret society to keep Great Britain on top. I shit you not, blog. It was in his will.

5) Ussher chronology - a story in which the Primate of Ireland (!) says the world began October 22, 4004. Probably fiction.

6) Joseph-Désiré Mobutu - aka Mobuto Sese Seko, a.k.a. Mobutu Sese Seko Nkuku Ngbendu wa Za Banga, i.e. "Mobutu the earthy, the peppery, all-powerful warrior who, by his endurance and will to win, goes from contest to contest leaving fire in his wake." Not bad for a fake name, if I do say so myself.

7) Cord Widderich - perhaps the most famous of all the German pirates.

8) William R. Higgins - USMC Colonel who, in 1988, was kidnapped by a group suspected of ties to Hezbollah. The Reagan Administration designated him a hostage, instead of a P.O.W., and so did not insist that he be treated according to International law. The videotape of his hanging became a hot news item around the world.

9) Reagan Assassination Attempt - check this shit out: "Scott Hinckley, brother of John W. Hinckley Jr. who allegedly shot at Reagan, was to have dined tonight in Denver at the home of Neil Bush, one of the Vice President's sons....The Houston Post said it was unable to reach Scott Hinckley, vice president of his father's Denver-based firm, Vanderbilt Energy Corp., for comment. Neil Bush lives in Denver, where he works for Standard Oil Co. of Indiana. In 1978, Neil Bush served as campaign manager for his brother, George W. Bush, the Vice President's eldest son, who made an unsuccessful bid for Congress. Neil lived in Lubbock, Texas, throughout much of 1978, where John Hinckley lived from 1974 through 1980."

10) Radio Masts and Towers - I just like this a lot. Nothing interesting to anybody else, I don't think.

11) Katharine Graham - head of the Washington Post during the Watergate scandal, threatened by the Attorney General with a tit-wringing, alumna of the Madeira school (whose red plastic cup used to be my toothbrush holder).

12) Deborah Davis - wrote a book about number 11. Also, refused to provide ID to Federal Police when riding on a public bus. The Government threatened her with a year in prison and a $100,000 fine (in violation of (at least) the First, Fourth, and Fifth Amendments), but dropped all charges the day before her arraignment. Pussies.

Nose is on Grindstone - What Now?

Me: It has been too long, blog. I'm sorry. you deserve more of my attention.

But I don't want to post crap. If I fill you with crap, you become crap. I have seen this happen to me. Like with Gouda-type-cheese-food and fake German pumpernickel bread. I was so full of shit that I was coughing farts. Only a Dresden-esque poop saved me. There hadn't been a number two like that since Fat Man.

And you cannot poop, Blog.

But it is more important to me that you live, than that you live well. So I guess what I'm saying is that I love you, Blog, but also, "Fuck you." I can't worry about your self-worth, and also give you the attention you need.

Blog: Bring it on!

Me: Oh snap! I do love you, you know.

Blog: Fuck you, right back atcha.

03 May 2007

It is Now Okay to Eat Veal

Sometimes, while or shortly after eating veal, I have had pangs of something which is not indigestion. I assumed they are guilt.

I have no guilt. If calves pull this shit, then I say "The gloves are off!".

Bring it on.

27 April 2007

Aw, geez - my trusty schoolbag burnt down!

At a Brazilian barbecue for my boss's birthday!

Someone put charcoal into an uncleaned propane barbecue. The propane tank caught fire. And then so did my schoolbag.

Sigh.

That thing was indestructible! But apparently not fireproof.

It lasted for over five years, and it was from Old Navy! What? I know. I had given it six months tops, when I got it.

[bagpipes]
Amazing Grace
[/bagpipes]

Fare thee well, schoolbag...

21 August 2006

August 5, 9:52 am, Centerville, MO

Julio is a madman- Mad, I tell you.

We're sitting in the 21 Diner, right in the heart of Centerville. Last night we slept on the big lawn in front of the Sheriff's Station / County Courthouse, which is also right in the heart of Centerville. Centerville is not very big.

Small town, but really nice. First settled by two white men, Henry Fry and Andrew Henry. (I don't know what the deal is with the Henry thing). The Courthouse that we slept in front of is not the original courthouse. The original courthouse was burned down by one of two Missouri militias who were fighting one another in the Civil War. A new courthouse was built, which, according to the town monument, "quickly met with a similar fate".

So the courthouse which stands today then they finally built, sometime in the 1870s. The end.

I talked for like half an hour today to an older gentleman named Don, who knows a fair amount about the town. He directed me to a water mill about a mile away. It's privately-owned, so there's no concession stand nearby, and no huge blacktop parking lot to accommodate the tourists. This mill, in Don's opinion, is the nicest mill in all of MO.

Also, by way of Don, I found something out about the new kind of heavy truck zooming around the street. They're not coal trucks, which I could see for myself. And they're not iron trucks, as I had theorized. No, this new kind of huge 'n' heavy lane-encroaching truck is: Lead truck! Great! I'm thrilled.

We stayed over in Centerville with two British east-bounders, Andy and Margaret. Andy warns us that traffic ahead may be slowed, because there is a big Donkey Rodeo. We offered Andy some apple wine, and he offered right back with some beer. And not warm ale, either, but good old cold Beast Ice. Over drinks, Andy told us to watch out, because between Ellington and Centerville are some of the nastiest drivers he and his wife have ever seen.
These drivers hoot, honk, flip you off, shout at you, and one of them in the opposing lane actually crossed the yellow line and aimed his car at Margaret, to scare her. Gulp gulp gulp!

August 4, 3:19 pm, Centerville, MO

Boy oh boy, was I excited a few minutes ago. I finally found a soda machine that had good old fashioned Mr. Pibb! I put my dollar in, pushed the Mr. Pibb button... and out came Pibb Xtra.

Damn! It! All! To! Hell!

I drank the damn thing, caffeine and all. And now 'm not getting any sleep tonight. But at least I got a soda. The Pepsi machine is covered with Post It notes: "Owes Bonnie .75 ¢" "Brian $.75" "Renee 75¢" "Owes Gerry $1.75"

8/3 Farmingdale Park, Farmingdale, MO ->8.5 hrs, 04253.2

August 4, 2:41 pm, Centerville, MO pop 202

Aah, Centerville. Birthplace of the comic superhero Middleman! See him rip off his dress shirt and tie to reveal... a dress shirt and a tie!

Another bad joke comes to mind - a business whose slogan is "We cut out the middleman, so you don't have to!"

Looks like we're not going to get to California, or even the Rockies. At least, not now. Kansas City, MO, you are our final destination. I wish you didn't sound so boring.

August 3, 11:40 pm, Farmington, MO

Happy Birthday Eve!

Got into MO today! Centerville, here we come..

8/2 Chester City Park, Chester, IL ->7 hrs, 04178.3

10 August 2006

August 2, 7:45 pm, Chester, IL

I've just been swimming in a gigantic 10 ft pool, filled with sparkling water as warm and welcoming as the womb. This is nice, very nice.

Ddogg and I are definitely the oldest people here, by far. This includes the lifeguards, who not only look the other way when the kids roughhouse, but also razz those kids whose antics are not amusing enough. It's funny, but also a little scary - like Our Gang, if the gang involved were the Crips.

The ifeguards have spent the last 20 minutes trying to get this tiny 4'5" girl to do a gainer off the diving board. She hasn't yet, but I think they're wearing her down.

So chester is a funny place. And it's not just the unsupervised William Golding's "Lord of the Rascals" aspect. Chester is home to Popeye.

This is a town dedicated to Popeye, whose economy revolves entirely around him. All the town banners are emblazoned with a Popeye; he's front and center on the water tower; even the Chamber of Commerce has a big fat Popeye face on it. I wouldn't kid about this. I think there's more representations of Popeye in this town than there were of Stalin in Soviet Russia.

It's great for the people of Chester now. Sure, they're living in the days of wine and roses. But what's gonna happen once ths nation-wide Popeye craze dies down?

Of course, I kid, and I kid because I love. I really like Chester. I got to stick my head into a Wimpy cutout, and eat a hamburger.

Also, the retaurant chain "Popeye's" is not named after Popeye the Sailor Man! It's named after Popeye Doyle from "The French Connection". What a world.

8/1 Motel 6, Carbondale, IL -> 7 hrs, 04116.6

August 2, 3:20 pm, Rockwood, IL (pop. 41)

Pulled off to the side of Route 3 - the first shade I've seen in miles. Sitting there was a mtorcyclist named Tim, trying to pack his bags more efficiently. Nice guy, this Tim. Imagine the actor Chris Cooper with a well-trimmed Fu Manchu.

Boy does he ever have a sweet ride, a nice sleek BMW cycle. He said he bought it four months back, and hasn't gotten on his Harley once since. I told him about our trip, how everybody's been generous and welcoming to us, and he got a real kick out of it.

Back in '78, after he got out of high school, he drove his motorcycle from his hometown in Missouri out to Texas. He referred to this time, sarcastically, as "the good ol' days," back when you got the evil eye if you rode a motorcycle and/or had longish hair.

This one time, he wasn't even on a bike - he had bought an old beater of a station wagon, and was driving across the Panhandle with some friends, "smoking dope and seeing the country".

But then a cop car came up behind him and popped on the cherry lights. Tim pulled over, and the cop sauntered up to the window, hefting up his belt, and called to his partner, "Looks like we got some hippies here!"

The officer made him get out of the car, and gestured to a yield sign behind them. "I don't know how you hippies do it in Missouri, but here in Texas we stop at stop signs." "Yessir," Tim replies, "but that's a yield sign."

"I said, that's a stop sign!" the officer shot back, putting his hand on his holster.

Present-tense Tim says to me, "Now, I was stoned, but I wasn't stupid. I said, 'I do believe you're right. How much do I owe you?"

Forty-five dollars, cash.

The end.