Archive for December, 2009
Bertrand Russell on God (1959)
Craigslist: Poor, Poor, Alisha
Though hardly a secret, Vermont Craigslist’s “missed connections” section is packed to capacity with some truly stalker types. I mean, the stuff by which ’70s CBS Late Movies and Giallo films are made of. But, with the new era comes the new breed of creep — and the lingo hasn’t exactly improved with time, either. As a portrait of misspent youth and mischanneled sexual tensions, we present this linguistically challenged chap and his insistent devotion to an apparent sex goddess named Alisha…
m4w – 30 (7 Dec): where r u letz get together ill give u more detailz later but u use to live in essex with ur sister and some friendz will give more detailz as u answer back but u will b surprised!!!!!!!!!!
Alisha (10 Dec): My name is Alisha but Im not sure i’m the one your looking for, Can u give me any details on who you are?
m4w – 30 (14 Dec): Hey so its def. me that u are looking for cause I did live in essex with my sis and friends. I would like to meet but im not sure who you are and I am not willing to meet you unless i know who you are. So if you want to drop a few hints on who you are that’d be cool! Are you 30? Did we work together? Are u a friend of my sis or one of my friends?
m4w – 30 (16 Dec): i was gettn partz at the part store when u drove by me we waved and that was it i wanted to stop u and tell u everything but didnt know how it was in the petco and advanced auto on the south btown and btown line when we seen each other im a friend of a friend!!!!!! i want to give u more but dont wanna give to much out and start a bunch of drama with everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just want it to stay between us till we can figure it out!!!!!!!!!! im not a stalker or some physco path either!!!!!!!!!when u do figure it out u will b surpised im sure u would have never guessed!!!!!!!!!!
To The Guy Looking For Alisha (17 Dec): Please…. learn how to spell… its PARTS not PARTZ! WHY use a Z when its spelled with an S? You should just email her! You are 30 Yrs old…??!! You should show your age and not act like you are in high school. Alisha.. I don’t know… Maybe you should move on and forget about this one.
m4w – 30 (24 Dec): we use to c eachother all the time now we dont at all and when we meet the sparkz where fling and we couldnt do anything about it and now i want c where it may go ur the one that gives me butterflyz in my stomach everytime im close to u
Alisha (24 Dec): Unless you can tell me who you are, I don’t really like playing these games… Im really not sure who you are and I don’t really want to figure it out at this point. If this is legit you should be able to tell me your name and where I know you from, and we can start from there.
m4w – 30 (24 Dec): how do i know u wont run and tell everyone and ruin what i have now im not willn to risk what i got for something that mite not b how do i know u can keep secertz how do i know if u even felt it i know one of ur friends would love to get ahold of this and tell everyone . i
You’ve got to love the guy in the middle who woefully asserts some common sense advice into the mix. To paraphrase an old friend, these kids simply won’t read it or heed it. Because they really are about 3 or 4 bottles of Olde English away from some regretful and irresponsible sex on someone’s mother’s couch at about 3 a.m. while 50 Cent drones off in the background. It may appear like just a completely stupid game of round robin resulting in many months of post-coital white trash drama, but this could also end up the beginning of something unintentionally hilarious (read: the best kind) and ridiculously stretched out for all to virtually witness.
2 commentsThe Contrarian – “Dweller On The Threshold”
from the webpage for this release…
1 commentBased on early 20th-century weird fiction (HP Lovecraft, Arthur Machen, Algernon Blackwood, etc.), Eldritch Musicks delivers top-shelf “haunt-rock” that, while entertaining, also offers a glimpse into an eerie world of symbol and derangement. With its uncanny atmosphere and guitar-driven authority, Eldritch Musicks calls to mind classic Blue Öyster Cult and other masters of occult musical mojo… The Contrarian engineered and produced the recording and also performs all instruments and vocals. Additional sonic material is supplied by The Ten Thousand Things, who contributed four lush and unsettling “eldritch drones” to the project.
Linkdump: 12/28/09
Sure, Japan has a high weirdness all of its own. But, Mexico? Well, there is definitely something in the water down there that is making various muchachos do such wonderfully creepy things.- Remember when cartoons weren’t all soft and fluffy and politically correct? You don’t? Well, youngin’, take a gander at what threatens paranoid parents these days.
- What a lovely home you have. And I love what you’ve done with all of that blood!
- If poorly duplicating Apple’s store decor wasn’t enough, it’s possible that the cringe factor of Microsoft’s desperate attempt at cool has been officially cranked to 11.
- Wanting to REALLY go “down under”? Think of this misanthrope’s dream like Logan’s Run, but without all of the running, and hand crystals, and death at 30, and getting to make out with ’70s-era Jenny Agutter.
- And while all of you dorks are scrambling to best each other in the way of 2000-2009 Top 10 lists to end the decade, the bar has now been set to a new and impossible high. Nice try, though.
8-Year-Old Hero Shoots Burglar
Little Boy Heroically Shoots, Mutilates Burglar
“I take it out a lot, sometimes I just look at it.”
7 commentsHappy Ashura Day, Infidels!
Let’s hear it for self-inflicted wounds for Allah — or the commemoration of the martyrdom of Husayn ibn Ali, if that sounds any less creepy and desperately justified! Such models of intelligence and civility. Holy Shi’ite! (For more religiously-inspired masochism and child abuse, click here.)
2 commentsA Decade of MGP (1999-2009)
I realize that it is considered important or necessary or even a means to avoid boredom this month for various bloggers to cobble together some Top Ten list or similar rundown of pop culture media releases over this still-not-named decade. Given that I feel most of that could disappear off the face of the Earth and I wouldn’t even notice, it is not in my best interest to bother jumping on that wagon. However, what IS in my best interest — the subject I am always interested in discussing, dissecting, and dallying about — is, of course, me. So, taking an otherwise pointless and often misguided trend and focusing it back to something meaningful, here is a compare/contrast of myself over the past ten years, or thereabouts.
1999: Bars were occasionally fun spots to drink and pick up girls.
2009: Bars are boring. Not only are they boring, they are filled with the noxious blather of subhumans whose oblique pleas for an early death would provoke a mass slaughter from someone with far less self-control than myself. The attendants of most watering holes are, by and large, not interesting, intelligent, attractive, charming, or the least bit tolerable. Add to that the blaring cacophony of “music” and the utter lack of aesthetics at every turn, and I’d often rather do a house party. Even better, I’d rather choose my interactions whenever possible, rather than roll the dice on whatever floats into my personal space.
1999: Any woman with a sizable amount of good looks is worth sleeping with.
2009: Most women are weak and stupid. Most men have equally deplorable traits, but in the words of the late Sam Kinison, I don’t sleep with them so women are what I have to work with. Purely as a survival tactic, I’ve learned to develop a convincing outward display of patience for the bulk of the opposite sex, their often inane chatter, vile slang, lack of emotional control, serial whining, hideous hairstyles, pseudo-intellectual tirades, and all manners of thinly-veiled attempts at masking their core 12-year-old little girl inside. So, yes, I’m not wildly motivated to seek out nookie these days. Like anything, quality comes in small numbers.
1999: I really love music and shows and a whole slew of bands.
2009: I almost never listen to music anymore. When I do, it’s something next to no one I know even likes, unless it’s “something from the ’80s.” Following suit, I detest going to rock concerts. Having approached middle-age, my misanthropy has ripened into a well-bodied vintage. Putting that evolved disdain in a room full of drunken jackasses and other human failures isn’t even entertaining in that way for which the Germans have a nifty word I’ve overused far too much to include in this paragraph.
1999: I smoke too much, drink a bunch, never exercise, and eat poorly.
2009: Quit smoking, rarely drink, exercise a fair amount, and have cut a number of bad foods out of my diet. And I did all of that without the desperate need for outside support of other people, pharmaceutical or similar quitting aids, or any sort of tricks or false starts or indecision. Woke up one day, put my will in gear, and did it. And, no, I don’t want to hear how hard it is for you. Put up or shut up.
1999: I was in my early-30s and had a few of the naive assumptions folks of that age bracket have.
2009: The developmental leap from 30 to 40 is far more massive and utterly life-altering than I expected or could possibly explain to a young person without getting resentment and defensiveness in return. Just know, kids, that so many of the precious ideas you have and important positions you take now might be wiped away without trace in the future. Trust me, you’ll laugh about it all come your 40s — assuming you have even a modicum of intelligence and self-awareness.
1999: Probably mulling over the fact of how much I hated the 1990s in terms of cultural/media output. It appeared at that time to be a decade of non-relatable everything. My own media creations were what probably kept me from going insane then.
2009: I really love this decade we’re going to leave behind shortly — or in a year, for you nitpickers. The rise of personal technology such as various social media (notably, blogging), productivity gadgets, podcasting and more have brought an added level of enjoyment to my life — in addition to the usual low-tech and antiquated indulgences such as book reading, real-world conversations, and traveling. I even like the kids of today a lot more than those of the ’90s, though they still talk and dress too funny for this crotchety old geezer. At the very least, they appear to be a lot happier. All in all, a very good decade was had, and I look forward to the next one.
1999: This blog was two years old, had a different URL, published less frequently, and covered personal and professional tidbits that were interesting at the time.
2009: Coming into my 13th year of blogging (pre-dating the term, “blog,” to be exact), I’ve come to enjoy the experience of maintaining and contributing to this growing purple monster. It’s a challenge to post every single day and keep it relatively entertaining and/or informative. Given the subscriber numbers, it appears that it’s not done just for me, and I do appreciate the attention and promotion I’ve gotten from so many of you. And, yes, I deleted the old and boring posts long ago.
That is all. End of line.
4 commentsRandi: How To Fake Psychic Powers
James Randi (born August 7, 1928) (stage name The Amazing Randi) is a stage magician and scientific skeptic best known as a challenger of paranormal claims and pseudoscience. Randi is the founder of the James Randi Educational Foundation (JREF). Randi began his career as a magician, but when he retired at age 60, he switched to investigating paranormal, occult, and supernatural claims — which he collectively calls woo-woo. Although often referred to as a “debunker”, Randi rejects that title due to its perceived bias, instead describing himself as an “investigator”. He has written about the paranormal, skepticism, and the history of magic. He was a frequent guest on The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson, and is occasionally featured on the television program Penn & Teller: Bullshit!.
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