| Saturday, December 31, 2005 |
| rock and roll, remember? |
Well, it's another new years eve morning. Frankly, I love these the most. especially when i am in new york. It's nice and hectic, setting up for a party I wont attend. Alas.
Also, much happy berfday is wished to a totally rad person, the one, the only Gab!
Also, my head hurts. But that has nothing to do with the berfday. I promise to retrn to normal, hard hitting, irritating and vicious venting of spleen in less than 3 days. |
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| Thursday, December 29, 2005 |
| guilty pleasure... |
Anniemal is the name of this album, consisting of music made for the peoples who crave the bubbly sort of technoclubbypop which ms. Annie produces. Its a bit of a Goldfrapp light. I likes it. you don't have to.
Zart.
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| Tuesday, December 27, 2005 |
| here and gone and here and gone again. |
Well, Christmas has come and gone again. Like it usually does. I got shirts. and a book or two. Also a subscription to GameInfo, which is actually rather excellent. Additionally, I got a stunt kite. I am exceptionally fond of stunt kites, and rather good at flying them. This one has a jolly Roger flag on it, which fills me with glee. My mother remembered that, and also that my old stunt kite broke. I may have gotten a little misty about that. Or it may have been that I was awake far to early, and annoyed about that. Who should know?
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| spouted by Johnny @ 12:52 PM |
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| Wednesday, December 21, 2005 |
| Ho ho holy shit.... |
Seriously...Is anyone else completely terrified? Santa Pope? Looks a little more like Satan Pope. I don't know if i can handle this. In other news, posts will start again, now that I am slightly more at ease, and have wrestled this computer back into shape. Merry Christmas, motherfuckers! |
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| Wednesday, December 14, 2005 |
| ...wow... |
Sometimes, in all honesty, you gotta give it up for hardcore extremist right wing Islamics. In the face of the rest of the entire world, they will still go for "Isreal is a tumor which must be removed" and "They have fabricated this legend under the name, "Massacre of the Jews", and they hold it higher than God himself, religion itself, and the prophets themselves".
Holy shit guys, do you remember the Six Days War? Or what happened to the Egyptian Airforce? Holy leaping Moses. Or are you just seeing if you can agitate enough to get them to strike first, and then see if anyone will jump in to help you? I really want to know.
Hey, lets face it, it is kinda exciting. the Jewish nation fights like a bunch of starving, cracked up hobos in front of Big Neds Rib and Smack-porium, when there is only room for two more inside. Except they have better weapons.
So it may get exciting in the mideast soon, huh? Whoopee!!
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| spouted by Johnny @ 11:56 AM |
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| Tuesday, December 13, 2005 |
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Ive been thinking about togas.
In general, the clothing people used to wear in the past, up till modern ages. People have worn some funny things, and I wonder what the future will bring.
Will we devolve back in to sweet, drapey radness, or continue into some strange Cenobite strappy and leather buttoned madness. Who knows!
But I can almost say for certain that we will look at what is worn now as totally retarded.
Except, of course, the three piece pin-striped suit.
That shit is classic, yo.
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| spouted by Johnny @ 4:04 PM |
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| A wonderful bit of latin. |
this one is for both alex and jess...
Antiquis temporibus, nati tibi similes in rupibus ventosissimis exponebantur ad necem
roughly translated: "In the good old days, children like you were left to perish on windswept crags." |
| spouted by Johnny @ 1:16 AM |
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| Monday, December 12, 2005 |
| mystery man |
I shovelled twice in the last weekend. I am not particularly fond of shovelling, although that is not the most shocking statement that any individual could make. It is almost in the same family of comments as "I breathe air."
My point is, everyone dislikes shovelling to a degree or another. Unless you like it, in which case, fuck me, fuck my opinion, and you rock on with your bad self. So, even risking that folks will get mad at me for it, if they are fond of the task and I am denying them a basic pleasure of winter, I will, when struck by the mood, shovel my neighbors walk, and the nice old lady next doors walk as well, and then apply rock salt. No real reason, it isn't that I am particularly nice, or altruistic, just if I am doing it, or on a roll, why bother stopping.
Of course, eventually I do stop, and I wonder, do people see this and wonder what someone must have done to piss me off that I would shovel half a block or so and then abruptly halt at their driveway? It is the kind of thing I would wonder, if I say a merovingian like unbroken line of shoveled walks that neatly terminated at my drive.
The other issue, of course, is angry homeless men who charge for shovelling. For example, a wonderful chap who goes by the name of mojo. I wonder if seeing someone doing it for no real reason other than some manner of zen boredom chaps the ass of one who charges ten bucks a pop and uses it to feed or liquor themselves up. I walk back the the house and I wonder. Then I go down and put rock salt out, so no one trips and tries to make a stink, or bleed on my sidewalk. I stand there, task completed, and really ponder this for a few minutes. Have I denied someone something that should be thiers out of simple boredom, ennui or anomie?
Then I trundle in, and have some hot cocoa with a marshmallow plopped into it.
Fuck it. |
| spouted by Johnny @ 3:41 PM |
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| Sunday, December 11, 2005 |
| I'm insane. And you are my insanity. |
Experimenting with new, unitalicized fonts. Sexy, yesno?
Not too much to write home about today. Saw Narnia, which was about what I expected. I found it enjoyable. Not a brick to the head, so that is a plus. In negatives, I hear Richard Pryor died. Which is not surprising, since when last I heard anything about him, it was that he clung to life with the tenacity of a cockaroach. A funny one, but still. Thats too bad. More, and something more entertaining, in the morning.
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| spouted by Johnny @ 12:27 AM |
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| Thursday, December 08, 2005 |
| phobia |
My office, if you would call it that, is located in the loft of the apartment. I am sitting in it now, pecking away, trying desperately to avoid turning my head.
It isn't particularly late, all of the doors are locked, and the only thing acreep now is a slightly hyperactive cat, seemingly begging for a handy glass of water to be splashed on him. Yet still, Utopia plays, the space is lit by my old glass shaded accountants lamp, and I sit, not quite cowering, not quite brave, clad in moccasins, sweatpants, a white tshirt and a sweatervest, a modern host for an itinerant Raven.
The tapping is a century old house settling; the slight draft does not help matters, either. The specteres and paper skinned hands hovering inches from my shoulder, waiting only for me to notice them to become concrete, nothing but figments, my own worries, cares and troubles, swirling around, denying my best efforts, and chuckling, an emaciated rattle, dry and bloodless.
Sometimes there is a reason for worry, a cause for dread, and we know it, it serves a purpose. When that manner of dread comes it is alost comforting, as logic and rational thinking prevail, analyzing and picking, revealing underlying order and origination, and the secrets your mind wanted you to confront.
Othertimes, there is not, and the twinned human conceits of logic and ration seem paltry compared to those hulking, unseen and intentionally, damnably quiet visitors, staying safely out of eye and earshot, waiting for you to drop your guard. Those are the longest nights.
Nevermore.
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| spouted by Johnny @ 10:43 PM |
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| And your problem with this lies where? |
We reviewed yesterday how Democracy and Eugenics were incompatible, as a true Democracy, or government of the people, and the idea of culling, sterilizing and what have you are somewhat incompatible. This is due to the simple fact that the people who are considered undesireables actually have a say in policy, to a degree, and thus, it is a damned difficult measure to get them to sign off on relocating themselves to those cramped showers with the blue discoloration marks on their walls(2 points for that reference)
There is another staunch enemy of....you know what??
Screw it. For right now. I don't have the mental cohesion at this moment.
Tomorrow or tonight we move onto another topic here on DMHBR, or not.
Anyone interested in helacyton gartleri? its an immortal species that is an actual offshoot of homo sapiens. The cells don't decay. Want to hear more?
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| spouted by Johnny @ 3:25 PM |
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| Wednesday, December 07, 2005 |
| Tying one on... |
Yesterday I got my kvetch on about Eugenics and its not often known tie to abortion. Whether or not it still exists is not something I was addressing, as there is actually a logical chain that I am engaging in here. Prepare yourself!
"The ideas of eugenics are based on the assumption that men are unequal, while democracy is based on the assumption that they are equal. It is therefore, politically very difficult to carry out eugenic ideas in a democratic community when those ideas take the form, not of suggesting that there is a minority of inferior people, such as imbeciles, but of admitting that there is a minority of superior people. The former is pleasing to the majority, the latter unpleasing. Measures embodying the former fact can therefore win the support of the majority, while measures embodying the latter cannot." - Bertrand Russel
Wow Mr. Russel, we knew you were a loveable philisiophical/mathematical gadfly, but what exactly are you saying? I mean, unless I am grossly mistaken, you are stating, in your own words now, "Democracy stands in the way (of eugenics) " Holy leaping shit!!! Bertram Russel, enemy of Democracy?!?
Well, not exactly. While he was indeed a large proponent of the control of society and eugenics on the whole, and also the author of some seriously rascist/sexist comments('women are, on the average, stupider than men' being my favorite) there is no empirical evidence that Bertral actively sought the fall of Democracy.
Which is probably a good thing. So, to conclude todays little argument a little early, since I apparently need to go get a haircut, we will reflect that one of the strangest minds on the side of Eugenics, and a Eugenics program has stated that Democracy is the enemy of thier program. We also have seen that seemingly innocuous organizations, that one would assume are for the good of the people who use them, were founded by people who were believers and supporters of this enemy of Democracy.
Where am I going with this?
You'll see. Questions? Fire away. As with yesterday, I've abbreviated arguments for the sake of brevity, you know, the soul of wit.
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| spouted by Johnny @ 11:36 AM |
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| Tuesday, December 06, 2005 |
| A brief reassessment.... |
Now, this is more of an interesting general knowledge post, as opposed to anything else...but first and foremost I have to put out in the open that I personally am pro-choice, and I don't really care what the opinions of others are, since they are not going to convince me otherwise, and odds are, I am not going to convince them either. This isn't being close -minded, it is the result of having researched my position for many years.
With that out there, I trust some/most of you are familiar with Eugenics? In a horrifically oversimplified(anyone comments on it, you will get a post about the history and pertinant names and dates, and believe me, what Bertrand Russel had to say about it is enough to make anyone shift opinions on that wacky old coot) definition, Eugenics is the selective breeding and, MOST IMPORTANTLY, culling of undesireables from the Human gene pool. The entire basis of the idea rests on a false, that is to say, proven incorrect, theory of evolution by a gentleman named LaMark(his theory being called, you guessed it, LaMarkism) which states that habits or skills learned by a parent are passed directly on to their offspring. This is of course, pure bullshit on a purely genetic level.
So, Eugenics is concenered with creating a superior human specimen, an ubermensch, if you will. While it makes sense to cull, that is to say, kill the undesireables from the gene pool, there are generally some objections to it. Anyone remember the Holocaust? Same basic problem. Aliies firebomb Dresden, so on and so forth. Fear not though!! There is an insidious way around that, for Eugeneticists, which are still very much alive as a movement.
Sterilization, and abortion.
And the point? Margaret Sanger, fournder of Planned Parenthood was a believer and member of several Eugenics Societies, as was NARAL, founded by Lawrence Lader, an acive member of the Population Council.
Funny, huh?
If anyone finds this intesting, there is more I'll write about. If we'd prefer Face Down, Ass Up humor, I can do that too. This was just a bug up my ass after hearing some little idiot ranting on and spouting platitudes about something they really know fuckall about, when it gets down to the the core and start of the issues. It makes me sick.
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| Monday, December 05, 2005 |
| Banned in the U.S.A. |
 I can only assume that this is either the end of the opening number in 'SADDAM: The Courtroom Musical!!" Or that Mr Hussein and his brother-in-law are perfroming "Face Down Ass Up" as originated by 2 Live Crew, to the chagrin of the Court.
If you have Rhapsody, you must listen to that song, while looking at the picture. Trust me, it's worth it.
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| spouted by Johnny @ 9:47 PM |
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| Check, check out, check check, check out. |
My stomach is bothering me again. Which is not altogether surprising, given the general state of my diet. I feel a quick consumption of the bromo fizz will remedy this otherwise intolerable situation, and render me a much more cheerful person. Or at least, less likely to verbally assault someone on the way to the store.
I am reflecting today upon the myriad wonders of final fantasy x, and how it can be holding my interest past several awful heartbreaks and setbacks. I also crave the knowledge of why Americans get the shitty end of the stick when games are translated over...bloody irritating.
now i gotta learn japanese.
arigato, bitches.
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| spouted by Johnny @ 5:20 PM |
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| i certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes. |
Well, it appears that with only two little fixes left to make i am bringing this bitch up. So now we can all marvel at the wonders of that which bugs and intrigues me on a daily basis. Which, frankly, could be an interesting pattern of light on the wall, if the mood hits me.Exciting, huh?
Hopefully someone thinks so.
I was thinking of doing a "random number of things about Me", but I don't really care to. It's kinda dopey, i think. If someone if looking at this, odds are they know me. If not, you'd most likely get a sense posthaste.
I'm still unemployed, and waiting for anyone to call me back, while simultaneously sending out more resumes than I can count. I spend the rest of the time cleaning the house, or killing time. While not the Life of Riley, I suppose I make do.
More to come later on. By later on, I mean after I find my goddamn slippers. Stupid cat...
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