Enthusiastically Ambiverted Hopepunk
About a year and a half ago, I put up a post about Billy Idol’s Cyberpunk album and included an OS X disc image of the floppy that came with the special edition package. Antonio Exposito was kind enough to e-mail me today and let me know that the disc image was corrupted — so thanks to Kinko’s keeping floppy drives attached to their rental Macs, there’s now a new, freshly-created disc image available for download.
“Happiness (Dub)” by Front 242 from the album Mut@ge.Mix@ge (1995, 6:10).
I picked up a cute test from Melissa: The Ethical Slut Test (yes, it’s yet another of those LiveJournal quiz memes…deal with it!).
My results (without the huge photo):
True Ethical Slut
Whoa! You scored 31 Sluttiness Points and 17 Ethics Points! Interesting…Doesn’t sex just kick ass? You love it and your friends love it and your playmates love it. Sex is that overflowing bowl of ice cream you just have to share with the world. Because maybe, just maybe, if we can get more happy good sex out into the world, we can make it a happier place for everyone in it. You know how to communicate about what you want and how to listen to your partner’s desires. You even use your turn signals. You’re just an all around good person. You are one of the beautiful people.
Compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 71% on Sluttiness
You scored higher than 52% on Ethics
I can cope with that.
“Nothing Compares 2 U” by Prince and the New Power Generation from the album Hits/The B-Sides, The (1992, 4:58).
Two girls finish their drinks, grab their coats, and leave their table. As they pass, one of them — a cute, short brunette — stops and turns to me. “You look really good. I just want to jump you!”
I, in my infinite wisdom and being my usual suave self, reply with, “Oh! Ah…thanks!” And they turn and head out the door.
(This led to a conversation with Melissa where, after I good-naturedly complained about this, she assured me that: women don’t “just say” things like that; that I am attractive, whether or not I’ve ever been able to drill that into my head; and that were it not for the little complication that I have a girlfriend, she’d gladly jump me — all of which are wonderful for the ego. Yay!)
Don’t forget to set your clocks forward an hour before you go to bed tonight, everyone!
(And thanks to Prairie for reminding me, otherwise I would have…)
“Make Up Your Mind” by Swayzak from the album Isola D’Amore (2003, 4:35).
This is so good.
The War Prayer, by Mark Twain
O Lord God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with pale forms of their patriotic dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst…for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives…. We ask it in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the source of all Love.
(via Terrance)
“Masters of War” by Dylan, Bob from the album Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, The (1963, 4:34).
From an IRC conversation in #flickr this morning: how I first caught Prairie’s eye, and some very abnormal psychology.
djwudi: :nods
cygnoir: AHA! MUD person!
cygnoir points points.
djwudi: not quite…
djwudi: much as it shames me to say this — too many years in Yahoo! Crack
djwudi: when my work ‘puter wouldn’t let me install an IRC client
cygnoir: aaaah.
cygnoir: i used to hang out in the trivia rooms.
djwudi: I was in the Alaska rooms for years
cygnoir: as ‘HoneyIsBeeBarf’ and also ‘cygnoir’ and ‘halsted’ too.
djwudi: I had quite a few names
djwudi: started with djwudi
djwudi: most of the others…well, things just went downhill
djwudi: though I met my g/f because I was using the name ‘pyropedonecrobestiality’
cygnoir hehs.
cygnoir: whoa.
djwudi: she figured anyone with a name like that had to have some actual intelligence behind it
cygnoir: safe bet.
djwudi: it’s the short version of something a friend of mine came up with
cygnoir: so you have sex with dead, aflame, underaged animals.
djwudi: he and his g/f at the time were in an abnormal psych class
cygnoir: er not you.
djwudi: and one boring day, they strung together every term they could think of, then had to figure out what it meant
cygnoir: but the theoretical you.
djwudi: I don’t remember the entire actual word, but it ended up being the fear of being forced to pretend to have sex with an underaged, flaming, dead animal in a small, crowded wading pool at 14,000 feet.
cygnoir laughs.
cygnoir: then claustro and agora and hydro have to be in there.
cygnoir: and acro
djwudi: found it
djwudi: Pseudocoitoxenohematomysonecropyrobestio-acroclaustro-ochlohydrophobia
djwudi: The fear of being forced to pretend to have sex with the unfamiliar bloody infected corpse of a flaming animal at 15,000 feet in a small crowded wading pool.
bringo: oi veh
julian_the: …
djwudi laughs
djwudi: and there’s a conversation killer!
wirehead_: My my.
djwudi: and that’s responsible for getting me my girlfriend
djwudi: i’m not quite sure what that says about us
Whatever it says about us, I’m glad it caught her eye. :)
“Doctorin’ the Tardis (12″)” by Timelords, The from the album Doctorin’ the Tardis (1991, 8:16).
Courtesy of StarTrek.com:
With Star Trek: Enterprise hanging by a veritable thread the last two years, a new direction for the show has recently been unveiled that is being hailed both as a triumph of corporate synergy for the Viacom-owned Paramount Pictures, and a way to keep the show on the air.
[…]
Enter the darlings of Viacom-owned Comedy Central, Star Trek fans Trey Parker and Matt Stone, the creators of South Park. Parker and Stone, you may recall, also made Paramount’s “Team America: World Police,” which ran in theaters last year and comes out on DVD in May. The movie grossed only $50 million worldwide, but it turned a profit for the studio due to its low production budget.
“The pieces fall together brilliantly,” said a top Viacom spokesperson. “Matt and Trey take over Enterprise, and it’s all done with marionettes! It’s like Thunderbirds and Captain Scarlet all over. Gerry Anderson, watch out.”
[…]
Parker and Stone have already started making a shooting model of the Enterprise NX-01, thus reviving an old Star Trek tradition. “We prefer the look of physical, tangible models over CGI ships any day,” Parker said. “Of course, we have no visual effects budget whatsoever, so we won’t be painting out the strings. You’ll get used to it. Still trying to figure out where to put the propeller.”
“We’re also gonna re-do the opening title sequence,” Stone revealed. “Record a new theme — something bombastic, action-oriented. Y’know, something that isn’t, like, totally gay.”
These things pop up from time to time, but I still find them amusing.
Today Boing Boing pointed to the masterfully-done parody of their site, Boring Boring. Reading it in my newsreader, I was treated to the following automatically-generated ad after their post (click to enlarge):
“Sixteen Bit Suicide” by Cranium HF from the album Disco Death Race 2000 (1996, 5:53).
Assuming all went as planned, at some point earlier today, my friends Marc and Laura got married.
Congratulations, you two! Sorry I can’t be there, but my best wishes go out to both of you.
“Love American Style” by X Calibur from the album Techno Truth Vol. 1 (1992, 4:05).
