Monday, October 27, 2008

My Loony Bun is Fine Benny Lava! Blogger on the other hand. . . just looney

Hey guys- there may be a break in uploading music files, because as it turns out (or at least I'm pretty sure) Blogger didn't just randomly eat my post- I believe they flagged it for the music file; the file was also deleted over at Divshare, so I'm trying to figure out what's going on. No actual notices were given. Granted, it was a new release- specifically the new James Bond instrumental, but it seems like more than a few people-- and some amazing blogs that actually can claim to stimulate purchasing of music-- on Blogspot are having this problem, including Berkeley Place which got dinged on a post full of indie artists who had given their permission, Setting the Woods on Fire has been having trouble and may be retiring (?!?) (also, read his thoughts on the matter- as always, very well expressed), and many others. . . and I'm wondering if that's why Giant Robots Make Me Nervous has been MIA? (Which would be a fucking crime-- Does anybody know?!) Anyway, I'm just trying to figure out a way to sort this out/get around this, so stick around, I'll do my best to keep posting regularly- the alternative is to link to pages featuring other's files (ie Skreemr), but we'll see. I'd rather not post a link to a link and have Blogger (or whoever) follow it and kill it there.

For now, enjoy "Benny Lava"-- this guy has taken what some Bollywood lyrics sound like and subtitled a vid with them. As if the video itself wasn't funny enough. Enjoy :)

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

That Wacky Wacky Cold War

US Pilot Ordered to Shoot Down UFO
LONDON (Reuters) - Two U.S. fighter planes were scrambled and ordered to shoot down an unidentified flying object (UFO) over the English countryside during the Cold War, according to secret files made public Monday.

One pilot said he was seconds away from firing 24 rockets at the object, which moved erratically and gave a radar reading like "a flying aircraft carrier."

The pilot, Milton Torres, now 77 and living in Miami, said it spent periods motionless in the sky before reaching estimated speeds of more than 7,600 mph.

After the alert, a shadowy figure told Torres he must never talk about the incident and he duly kept silent for more than 30 years [read more. . .]


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Saturday, October 18, 2008

The Real Dilemma AND the Eternal Question

Are Fred Perry shirts sold on eBay for $20 and shipped from Thailand real Fred Perry shirts?

Whtie Kids Aren't Hyphy & Hipster Girl Vids

Ah ha, so I missed that a video for one of my favorite MC Lars songs, "White Kids Aren't Hyphy," was released, from what I can tell, in this past May's podcast. As always, fun and cheeky. Check it out!

This is the vid for "Hipster Girl." As you guys know, I hate them more than I hate six dollar PBRs. I'm with MC Lars on how L train girls (yes! It is on the L train that I first saw one of those nasty people who wear glass frames without lenses!) make no sense and how fixed gear bikes make no sense (no seriously, they don't-- until this year I thought that kind of bike was the kind of bike you learned how to ride a bike with because that's the kind of bike I had when I was a kid- I just said bike a lot, huh-) anyway, though it's unclear how Lars feels about them-- love em but don't get them?-- they're hot but they suck so I'll get with them anyway? (oh boys)-- contempt validates them?-- if you hate the things he's pointing out, you can cast your own shadow on the video (as I did) and consider it all insults. Yay negativity! And ps- after the fadeout, if you hate that fucking song from Donnie Darko as much as I do, stop the video.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


Hey guys, it's been a busy week and shaping into a long night: midterms, helping friends move large Coke machines up Mt Doom stairs, more midterms, Dodgers not doing to hot (but it's only the 3rd inning! I have faith!), BLOGGER EATING MY POSTS BOO BLOGGER, and more midterms and papers. . . but I just wanted to stop by a moment and say 1) I will be responding to comments and requests as soon as I get a breather this weekend (so stick around for some Louis XIV goodness) and 2) this is the best thing I have read all week- maybe all month- after, of course, your comments:

"The second I read this, I thought: Oh good, finally!" said primatologist Elizabeth Lonsdorf of the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago.

I have to agree with Lonsdorf on that sentiment (though my reaction was "bhahahaaa" or something of that ilk), and she expresses, I think, the general opinion of all of us who did not trust those hippie-dippy love monkeys: "Bonobos being so peaceful never sat well with me," said Lonsdorf, who was not involved with the study.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Songs That I Secretly Like so don't tell anyone

[link is to listen & download via Skreemr; right click & save] This was used for the new batch of Converse promos, and you can check out the vid here on Youtube. Why is it a guilty pleasure? Not sure, and it's not the song itself-- which is excellent-- but everything about me is saying it is. Maybe it's the overwhelming hipster cred that smacks you across the face. This song is the equivalent of that guy on the L wearing skinny gray jeans, colorful high-tops, art-rim glasses (WITH NO LENSES, douchebag) and a thin striped scarf. Maybe it's cos I still don't like that Julian Casablancas. Maybe it's because I need a new pair of Converse and I can't face facts. Maybe it's cos I don't like the direction the company is trying to go in. But goddamnit, it's danceable and catchy, even with those Julian Casablancas whingeing portions.

Sorry, Tim.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Life Just Keeps Getting Better

Ever sit around and think things like, what are some of the most awesome things in the world? Ketchup. . . Bruce Campbell. . . United States Presidents. . . free delivery. . . Ben Templesmith. . .

Well wait for it folks, because somebody out there has combined two of the above and given us. . . BEN TEMPLESMITH doing US PRESIDENTS.

Just try to complain about that. And then watch some real & true facts about George Washington. Like how he'll save children. Just not the British children.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

What I Did This Summer Vol II: Epic Road Trip

San Francisco to LA to Vegas to El Paso to Austin to Houston to New Orleans to Atlanta to Baltimore to NYC in a 1998 Nissan Altima and 12 tanks of gas and 1 speeding ticket. 3 people from SF to LA via SLO, 4 people from LA to Houston, 5 Houston to NOLA, 3 people from NOLA to NYC.

I'm the one who got the speeding ticket. Guess what the speed limit is in NC? 65. Guess the speed of traffic? 85. Guess who had the only CA license plates in radar gun-shot? Guess who broke out the drug-sniffing dogs like it was a big deal.

YOUR Berlin Wall

If you can't tell by the resumed posting, then the amount of times I've checked my facebook should tell you that I'm back at school and not doing what I'm supposed to be doing. So in that vein. . . check this out; everything about it is perfect and high-fucken-larious:

See the rest of the list, What the World Would Look Like If the Other Side Won the War, and more, at As the lists there are the latest on my internet addictions list (you guys are still #1 though), I'll be posting more links in the future.

Speaking of silly. . . my new favorite silly Onion headline: Members of Twisted Sister Now Willing to Take It. Excerpt:

"I acknowledge that we promised not to take it anymore, but things change. The world is a different place today, and with that in mind, we would like to go on record as saying that, starting right now, we are going to take it," read a statement released by the band's lead singer, Dee Snider. "To clarify, we would still prefer not to take it, but as of now, taking it is an option that we would be open to. That is all."

Read & listen: Nabokov's "The Vane Sisters" & Girl in a Coma's "Sybil Vane Was Ill"

Nabokov's second to last short story, published in 1951. Features a device Nabokov said could "only be tried once in a thousand years of fiction." A fantastically unreliable narrator, word games, seances, planchettes, wacky women, and a paragraph to pay attention to:

     Speaking  of  old men, one should add that sometimes these
posthumous auspices and interventions were in the nature of
parody. Cynthia had been on friendly terms with an eccentric
librarian called Porlock who in the last years of his dusty
life had been engaged in examining old books for miraculous
misprints such as the substitution of l for the second h
in the word "hither." Contrary to Cynthia, he cared nothing for
the thrill of obscure predictions; all he sought was the freak
itself, the chance that mimics choice, the flaw that looks like
a flower; and Cynthia, a much more perverse amateur of
misshapen or illicitly connected words, puns, logogriphs, and
so on, had helped the poor crank to pursue a quest that in the
light of the example she cited struck me as statistically
insane. Anyway, she said, on the third day after his death she
was reading a magazine and had just come across a quotation
from an imperishable poem (that she, with other gullible
readers, believed to have been really composed in a dream) when
it dawned upon her that "Alph"' was a prophetic sequence of the
initial letters of Anna Livia Plurabelle (another sacred river
running through, or rather around, yet another fake dream),
while the additional h modestly stood, as a private
signpost, for the word that had so hypnotized Mr. Porlock. And
I wish I could recollect that novel or short story (by some
contemporary writer, I believe) in which, unknown to its
author, the first letters of the words in its last paragraph
formed, as deciphered by Cynthia, a message from his dead

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