AmeriKKKa’s Most Rockin’
Could the photo do any more to undercut the headline?
When I see a picture of a guy like that I expect some description of what is actually happening in the photo.
Obama’s Pastor, shown here dancing with Uma Thurmon, says he isn’t divisive.
Rev. Jeremiah Wright bitch slaps Katie Couric, calls for unity.
Rev. Wright rocks “Bulls on Parade” on Expert, but admits that there are two sides to every story.
4/15/2008
This Machine Kills Dreams
Recently, mostly due to stress, my mind has been overrun with clever turns of phrase. Just now, for no reason, the phrase “This Machine Kills Hipsters” sprung forth from my noggin. I google the phrase to see if there is a lucritive market for this phrase on bumper stickers, and obviously there is because there is year old picture of such a bumper sticker on flikr. Bastards.
A couple weeks ago, I was on the Muni and the phrase “Kind Hearts and Bayonettes” jumped into my head. That is an awesome turn of phrase, needs some subject matter, but wow is that clever! Some guy at Sight and Sound certainly thought so, and two years ago he used that phrase as a title for his article on films about the IRA. Limey twat!
The only thing I can make into crappy merchandise now is my old standby.
1/29/2008
This post has the narrowest appeal imagineable.
I recently bought a Sandisk Sansa mp3 player. I installed Rockbox on it to play ogg vorvbis files and found that my audio program, Amarok, still couldn’t use MTP to transfer ogg files to the Sansa because USB support isn’t yet implemented in Rockbox so I have to boot into the standard Sansa firmware, which I think tells Amarok to quit trying to stuff it with oggs.
Happily there is a fuse interface calledmtpfs that allows you to copy files to the Sansa without much trouble.
To make my life even easier I wrote a bash script that will 1) Make a mountpoint called “sansa”; 2) Mount the mtp device to that mountpoint; 3) Unmount and delete the directory when you are done.
It is an ugly hack of a script, which is why I hid it after the jump.
Enjoy or ignore (depending on your interest/need)
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12/24/2007
A Word On Cloverfield
There are three weeks before it comes out and I am already sick of this film. Therefore I offer these two resolutions:
1) I will not see the movie in the theater, even if the movie turns out not to be a piece of shit being hyped to the moon and released in fucking January because the producers are trying to buy the gross.
2) If the monster isn’t Cthulhu or Apache Chief I am mailing a turd to said producers.
Together we can make a difference.
11/21/2007
A New Record?!
So for lunch I had a turkey & bacon sandwich (not spectacular), then for a nice snack I had some beef jerkey, then for dinner I had the last few chunks of TJ’s frozen chicken nuggets and janapeno shrimp. If I can work in some tuna and venison I will have consumed every common food animal in a single day.
Oh crap, and calamari too.
This is still doable. Totally doable.
11/11/2007
Shutup, Memory
I remember in the fourth grade asking a friend if he/she remembered a show called “The Kids Super Power Hour.” They asked if I meant “The Hour of Power”, a televangelist’s show. I don’t remember who the friend was, and I really don’t know what I remembered about the show other than 1) It was awesome; 2) It disappeared prematurely far, far back in the mists of time.
As it turns out, the mist of time couldn’t be more than 3 years.
Also, as youtube reveals, “The Kids Super Power Hour” was almost the worst television imaginable.
I’m ashamed to say that this show inspired me to ask my mom to sew epaulets (like the drummer’s) onto my school uniform. She said ‘No.’
Thanks, Mom. That’s two I owe you.
