Sat 31 May 2008 6:02 PM
Dance Commander
You must obey the dance commander giving out the order for fun.
You must obey the dance commander you know that he's the only who gives the orders here, alright?
who gives the orders here, alright
It would be awesome if we could dance!
It would be awesome, yeah, let's take the chance.
It would be awesome, yeah, let's start the show.
Because you never know, you never know, you never know until you go.
Alright.
Alright.
Who gives the orders here?
Who gives the orders here?
The lines are drawn, the orders are in
The dance commander is ready to send
Radio message from HQ
Dance commander, we love you.
Let's get this party started right, y'all.
Let's get this party started...RIGHT!
I went to the store to get more
FIRE!
to start the war
everybody in the store was whack
I feel like I'm heading straight for a heart attack.
Girls are pretty, girls are nice.
Take your chances, roll the dice.
Take your chances.
It would be awesome if we could dance!
It would be awesome, yeah, let's take the chance.
It would be awesome, yeah, let's start the show.
Because you never know, you never know, you never know until you go.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
Ooooh, baby.
Alright.
Alright.
You must obey the dance commander.
You must obey the dance commander.
You must obey the dance commander.
You must obey the dance commander.
Come on!
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Come on!
You must obey the dance commander you know that he's the only who gives the orders here, alright?
who gives the orders here, alright
It would be awesome if we could dance!
It would be awesome, yeah, let's take the chance.
It would be awesome, yeah, let's start the show.
Because you never know, you never know, you never know until you go.
Alright.
Alright.
Who gives the orders here?
Who gives the orders here?
The lines are drawn, the orders are in
The dance commander is ready to send
Radio message from HQ
Dance commander, we love you.
Let's get this party started right, y'all.
Let's get this party started...RIGHT!
I went to the store to get more
FIRE!
to start the war
everybody in the store was whack
I feel like I'm heading straight for a heart attack.
Girls are pretty, girls are nice.
Take your chances, roll the dice.
Take your chances.
It would be awesome if we could dance!
It would be awesome, yeah, let's take the chance.
It would be awesome, yeah, let's start the show.
Because you never know, you never know, you never know until you go.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
I wanna make it last forever.
Ooooh, baby.
Alright.
Alright.
You must obey the dance commander.
You must obey the dance commander.
You must obey the dance commander.
You must obey the dance commander.
Come on!
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Come on!
Sat 31 May 2008 9:38 AM
Electric Six - Excess of Foodstuffs
"The title of Electric Six’s fourth album, I Shall Exterminate Everything Around Me That Restricts Me From Being The Master, is borrowed from a drawing by an artist named George Grosz. The drawing portrays the gluttony and excess of Berlin in the interwar period.
Now, Electric Six has never been to Berlin, and will never live in an “interwar period” as war is now everywhere and totally going to keep going for a really long while... But we know a thing or two about excess. Excessive compulsive fans plague us. Excessive mean-spirited journalists write an excess of mean things about us. Excess baggage enters our hotel rooms. And the time has come to do something excessive about it.
Electric Six has plenty of access to excess. Upon embarking on this recording journey, Electric Six had an excess of free time. We purchased an excess of foodstuffs from Trader Joe’s and hunkered down and recorded...excessively.
The album is excessive in its exploration of excess. Every song in one way or another is the result of excessive access to excess. The jazzy cabaret-ish album opener “It’s Showtime! “ explores what happens to a band when it plays in excess of 250 shows a year in front of…..people. Here’s a hint: excessive resent and anger at...people. It is followed by the piano-raga grooviness of “Down at McDonnellzzzzz” a real time documentation of the erosion of American youth culture at the hands of excess trans fats and supersized shareholder profits at the expense of excessive burgers.
The album is heretofore and previously referred to as “The Album” since the title, I Shall Exterminate Everything Around Me That Restricts Me From Being The Master, is, in and of itself...excessive.
The anchor track of the album is the radio-ready Coldplayish “When I Get To The Green Building,” a beautifully textured musical tribute to Domino’s Farms in Ann Arbor, Michigan. How is this excessive you ask? See what happens to you when you sell that many pizzas! You’d probably think you have a hotline to God too! And that’s the sort of thing we in Electric Six deem...a tad excessive.
The album closes with a triumphant new wave/stoner rock big bang in the magnificent “Dirty Looks,” an exploration of the “big picture” in three parts. The most Shakespearian of the E6 catalogue, the album of excess closes in such an accessible way.
When it’s all said and done, Electric Six feels that they’ve done a good job at weaving fun, good times and high-octane pleasure into the fabric of this crazy world, damned by its excess. At 16 songs, the album is Electric Six’s most excessive in terms of number of songs. The band rehearses excessively and will take its act on the road in the fall of 2007 on the It’s Showtime! Tour coming to an American town near you….that is, if you haven’t already been crushed by the weight of your own access."
Now, Electric Six has never been to Berlin, and will never live in an “interwar period” as war is now everywhere and totally going to keep going for a really long while... But we know a thing or two about excess. Excessive compulsive fans plague us. Excessive mean-spirited journalists write an excess of mean things about us. Excess baggage enters our hotel rooms. And the time has come to do something excessive about it.
Electric Six has plenty of access to excess. Upon embarking on this recording journey, Electric Six had an excess of free time. We purchased an excess of foodstuffs from Trader Joe’s and hunkered down and recorded...excessively.
The album is excessive in its exploration of excess. Every song in one way or another is the result of excessive access to excess. The jazzy cabaret-ish album opener “It’s Showtime! “ explores what happens to a band when it plays in excess of 250 shows a year in front of…..people. Here’s a hint: excessive resent and anger at...people. It is followed by the piano-raga grooviness of “Down at McDonnellzzzzz” a real time documentation of the erosion of American youth culture at the hands of excess trans fats and supersized shareholder profits at the expense of excessive burgers.
The album is heretofore and previously referred to as “The Album” since the title, I Shall Exterminate Everything Around Me That Restricts Me From Being The Master, is, in and of itself...excessive.
The anchor track of the album is the radio-ready Coldplayish “When I Get To The Green Building,” a beautifully textured musical tribute to Domino’s Farms in Ann Arbor, Michigan. How is this excessive you ask? See what happens to you when you sell that many pizzas! You’d probably think you have a hotline to God too! And that’s the sort of thing we in Electric Six deem...a tad excessive.
The album closes with a triumphant new wave/stoner rock big bang in the magnificent “Dirty Looks,” an exploration of the “big picture” in three parts. The most Shakespearian of the E6 catalogue, the album of excess closes in such an accessible way.
When it’s all said and done, Electric Six feels that they’ve done a good job at weaving fun, good times and high-octane pleasure into the fabric of this crazy world, damned by its excess. At 16 songs, the album is Electric Six’s most excessive in terms of number of songs. The band rehearses excessively and will take its act on the road in the fall of 2007 on the It’s Showtime! Tour coming to an American town near you….that is, if you haven’t already been crushed by the weight of your own access."
Fri 30 May 2008 11:17 PM
The Fuckemos
...can kill you.
Review from item listing on ebay:
"Recorded on a shoestring — all errors intact, Can Kill You is a demented stew of obvious, chugging metal riffs and screwball Butthole Sufer-isms overlaid with some undeniable pop sensibilities. However, the most salient, amusing, and, more often than not, disturbing element of this disc is Russell Porter's vocals. Pitch-shifted to resemble a 45 rpm album played at 33, Porter's artificially created baritone is perfectly suited for the accompanying music, a gleefully demented fondue of heavy metal whimsy. His casual, nonchalant delivery of such songs as "Pedophile," "80 Gay Sailors," and "F+ckemos Play at Parties" add an decidedly surreal touch. Top that cake with the occasional trombone solo, or Casio frill, and the casual listener may wonder exactly where on earth such music was created. Austin, TX, of course."
Review from item listing on ebay:
"Recorded on a shoestring — all errors intact, Can Kill You is a demented stew of obvious, chugging metal riffs and screwball Butthole Sufer-isms overlaid with some undeniable pop sensibilities. However, the most salient, amusing, and, more often than not, disturbing element of this disc is Russell Porter's vocals. Pitch-shifted to resemble a 45 rpm album played at 33, Porter's artificially created baritone is perfectly suited for the accompanying music, a gleefully demented fondue of heavy metal whimsy. His casual, nonchalant delivery of such songs as "Pedophile," "80 Gay Sailors," and "F+ckemos Play at Parties" add an decidedly surreal touch. Top that cake with the occasional trombone solo, or Casio frill, and the casual listener may wonder exactly where on earth such music was created. Austin, TX, of course."
Fri 30 May 2008 10:38 PM
Peep Show 2
Frosties are cornflakes for people who can't face reality.
Fri 30 May 2008 5:57 PM
Sensis Divinitatis
I ganked the cartoon and left behind the pedantic atheist diatribe.
Pedantic, atheist, diatribe. Remind you of anyone?
</CraigFerguson>
Pedantic, atheist, diatribe. Remind you of anyone?
</CraigFerguson>
Fri 30 May 2008 9:44 AM
"I remember when..."
Fri 30 May 2008 9:32 AM
Scorched Crotch
From Museum of Hoaxes blog:
"If you need a reminder of the human race's capacity for stupidity, consider this story, from SanLuisObispo.com:
<quote>
Pillers, Keiffer and friend Elliot Tuleja were drinking at a house in Grover Beach on Jan. 18 when Tuleja passed out. Pillers and Keiffer decided to play a practical joke on him...
“They were drinking, and one of the guys passed out. So (the other two) said, ‘Let’s do something. I’m going to look for rotten fruit to (put) up in his socks.’
“The other guy found a bottle of cologne and poured it onto his pants. The one guy said, ‘That’s funny,’ ” Gran said. “The other guy said, ‘That’s not funny. If you lit it on fire, that would be funny.’ ”
One of the men then allegedly lit Tuleja’s groin area on fire where they had poured the cologne. Tuleja woke up, and all of the men attempted to extinguish the blaze. Tuleja suffered second-degree burns on his testicles and third-degree burns on his inner thighs, Gran said. Tuleja did not believe his friends intended to harm him, Gran said.
</quote>
I'm labeling this a "prank gone wrong," though I can't imagine how it could have gone right. Pillers looks just like I imagined he would in his mugshot. "
"If you need a reminder of the human race's capacity for stupidity, consider this story, from SanLuisObispo.com:
<quote>
Pillers, Keiffer and friend Elliot Tuleja were drinking at a house in Grover Beach on Jan. 18 when Tuleja passed out. Pillers and Keiffer decided to play a practical joke on him...
“They were drinking, and one of the guys passed out. So (the other two) said, ‘Let’s do something. I’m going to look for rotten fruit to (put) up in his socks.’
“The other guy found a bottle of cologne and poured it onto his pants. The one guy said, ‘That’s funny,’ ” Gran said. “The other guy said, ‘That’s not funny. If you lit it on fire, that would be funny.’ ”
One of the men then allegedly lit Tuleja’s groin area on fire where they had poured the cologne. Tuleja woke up, and all of the men attempted to extinguish the blaze. Tuleja suffered second-degree burns on his testicles and third-degree burns on his inner thighs, Gran said. Tuleja did not believe his friends intended to harm him, Gran said.
</quote>
I'm labeling this a "prank gone wrong," though I can't imagine how it could have gone right. Pillers looks just like I imagined he would in his mugshot. "
Wed 28 May 2008 8:47 PM
Fetus
Don't search youtube for south park fetus or you might find things like this:
Wed 28 May 2008 12:16 AM
Desert Island Playlist
My newest myspace buddy posted a bloggy about that old cliche "the desert island playlist". This get a lot of play in the movie "High Fidelity" with the top 5 lists, the one on myspace was a top 10 list, and since this is my blog I'm doing a top 15 list.
It was surprisingly hard to whittle down my 33.6 GB (16 days, 2 hours, 42 min, 45 sec) of MP3s to this list. In fact, I'm already looking at this list with some disdain because there's no Tool, no Bill Hicks (not technically music, but he did put out albums), and no electronica (Future Sound of London, Prodigy, Chemical Brothers, Crystal Method, or Logic Trance compliations) at all. Also conspicuous in its absence is U2 (Zooropa if I had to pick just one). As I look at it, this list is rubbish.
My list is mainly interesting to me by way of contrast with the lists that other people were posting on BLA's blog comments. The posters were older and their selections were older. I was prepared to draw some grand truth from that observation, namely, that we tend to fixate on music later in life that we enjoyed at the height of our youth, but at least half the albums on my list were unknown to me before the age of 25. My list from high school would include Led Zeppelin 4, Dark Side of the Moon, Van Halen, The Who, and U2 (both old and new). A list from college would surely have included Galactic Cowboys, Collective Soul, and STP on it along with U2 (new only). My list today should include at least some U2 (new, maybe some old, but definitely no new old), but it doesn't. Maybe my rubbish list does no more than highlight that there is very little of lasting value to be gleaned from such lists. I present it to you anyway (as is customary) in no particular order.
15. Gaza Strippers - Laced Candy (1999)
14. Fatso Jetson - Flames For All (1999)
13. Desert Sessions - Vol 1 & 2 (1997)
12. Ministry - Psalm 69 (1992)
11. Dig - Dig (1993)
10. Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
09. Kyuss - And the Circus Leaves Town (1995)
08. Bob Dylan - Blonde on Blonde (1969?)
07. Robert Johnson - The Complete Recordings released in 1996 recorded 1936 (two discs)
05. Pink Floyd - Meddle (1971)
04. Earthlings? - Earthlings (1998)
03. Metallica - Master of Puppets (1986)
02. Dire Straits - Brothers in Arms (1985)
01. Queens of the Stone Age - Queens of the Stone Age (1998)
It was surprisingly hard to whittle down my 33.6 GB (16 days, 2 hours, 42 min, 45 sec) of MP3s to this list. In fact, I'm already looking at this list with some disdain because there's no Tool, no Bill Hicks (not technically music, but he did put out albums), and no electronica (Future Sound of London, Prodigy, Chemical Brothers, Crystal Method, or Logic Trance compliations) at all. Also conspicuous in its absence is U2 (Zooropa if I had to pick just one). As I look at it, this list is rubbish.
My list is mainly interesting to me by way of contrast with the lists that other people were posting on BLA's blog comments. The posters were older and their selections were older. I was prepared to draw some grand truth from that observation, namely, that we tend to fixate on music later in life that we enjoyed at the height of our youth, but at least half the albums on my list were unknown to me before the age of 25. My list from high school would include Led Zeppelin 4, Dark Side of the Moon, Van Halen, The Who, and U2 (both old and new). A list from college would surely have included Galactic Cowboys, Collective Soul, and STP on it along with U2 (new only). My list today should include at least some U2 (new, maybe some old, but definitely no new old), but it doesn't. Maybe my rubbish list does no more than highlight that there is very little of lasting value to be gleaned from such lists. I present it to you anyway (as is customary) in no particular order.
15. Gaza Strippers - Laced Candy (1999)
14. Fatso Jetson - Flames For All (1999)
13. Desert Sessions - Vol 1 & 2 (1997)
12. Ministry - Psalm 69 (1992)
11. Dig - Dig (1993)
10. Butthole Surfers - Electriclarryland (1996)
09. Kyuss - And the Circus Leaves Town (1995)
08. Bob Dylan - Blonde on Blonde (1969?)
07. Robert Johnson - The Complete Recordings released in 1996 recorded 1936 (two discs)
05. Pink Floyd - Meddle (1971)
04. Earthlings? - Earthlings (1998)
03. Metallica - Master of Puppets (1986)
02. Dire Straits - Brothers in Arms (1985)
01. Queens of the Stone Age - Queens of the Stone Age (1998)
Tue 27 May 2008 7:39 PM
Hmmmmm
Back inside the brain
Here we should return to look inside the brain, as it is in the firing of neurons and the swilling of chemicals that our enjoyment of music lies. As described in chapter 5, Isabelle Peretz used the case histories of people such as NS, the man who lost his ability to recognize words, but could recognize melodies, HJ, the man for whom music sounded 'like awful noise', and Monica, who suffered from congenital amusia, to argue that the music and language systems within the brain are constituted by a series of discrete modules. Her argument was represented in Figure 5 (p. 63) and is entirely compatible with the evolutionary history that I have proposed within this book.
In general, an evolutionary approach to mind leads to an expectation that the mind will have a modular structure. In accordance with the specific evolutionary history I have proposed, we should expect pitch and temporal organization to have the degree of independence that Peretz suggests, because the latter appears to have evolved at a later date, being associated with the neurological and physiological changes that surrounded bipedalism. Similarly, we should not be surprised that Peretz found that the root of congenital amusia lies in the inability to detect variations in pitch, because from an evolutionary perspective that appears to be the most ancient element of the music system within the brain.
The fact that the music and language systems in the brain share some modules is also to be expected given the evolutionary history I have proposed, because we now know that both originate from a single system. Conversely, the fact that they also have their own independent modules is a reflection of up to two hundred thousand years of independent evolution. The modules relating to pitch organization would once have been central to 'Hmmmmm'* but are now recruited only for music (with a possible exception in those who speak tonal languages); while other 'Hmmmmm' modules might now be recruited for the language system alone - perhaps, for example, those relating to grammar. This evolutionary history explains why brain injuries can affect either music alone (chapter 4), language alone (chapter 3), or both systems if some of the shared modules are damaged.
Here we should return to look inside the brain, as it is in the firing of neurons and the swilling of chemicals that our enjoyment of music lies. As described in chapter 5, Isabelle Peretz used the case histories of people such as NS, the man who lost his ability to recognize words, but could recognize melodies, HJ, the man for whom music sounded 'like awful noise', and Monica, who suffered from congenital amusia, to argue that the music and language systems within the brain are constituted by a series of discrete modules. Her argument was represented in Figure 5 (p. 63) and is entirely compatible with the evolutionary history that I have proposed within this book.
In general, an evolutionary approach to mind leads to an expectation that the mind will have a modular structure. In accordance with the specific evolutionary history I have proposed, we should expect pitch and temporal organization to have the degree of independence that Peretz suggests, because the latter appears to have evolved at a later date, being associated with the neurological and physiological changes that surrounded bipedalism. Similarly, we should not be surprised that Peretz found that the root of congenital amusia lies in the inability to detect variations in pitch, because from an evolutionary perspective that appears to be the most ancient element of the music system within the brain.
The fact that the music and language systems in the brain share some modules is also to be expected given the evolutionary history I have proposed, because we now know that both originate from a single system. Conversely, the fact that they also have their own independent modules is a reflection of up to two hundred thousand years of independent evolution. The modules relating to pitch organization would once have been central to 'Hmmmmm'* but are now recruited only for music (with a possible exception in those who speak tonal languages); while other 'Hmmmmm' modules might now be recruited for the language system alone - perhaps, for example, those relating to grammar. This evolutionary history explains why brain injuries can affect either music alone (chapter 4), language alone (chapter 3), or both systems if some of the shared modules are damaged.
Fri 23 May 2008 10:54 PM
T2 - Sweded
Live with me if you want to come.
Fri 23 May 2008 9:43 PM
Hacking Neurones.
delivers a high powered pulse, signified by snapping noise, a twitch on my scalp and an unpleasant, though pain free, nervy feeling in my mouth.
Fri 23 May 2008 12:23 PM
My Work Day
Someone tells me that it is very important that I dig hole #1 over there. I start working on hole #1. I am interrupted by someone asking me to fix their go-kart because it suddenly stopped going and they need to cross the finish line very soon. I tell them I'll look into it as soon as I get a chance. I'm next interrupted by someone asking me why they can't force their square peg into that round hole. I tell them it is because they originally requested I make the hole round and that they should stop trying to force square pegs into it. Someone tells me that it is very important that I dig hole #2 over here. I switch to working on hole #2. I have to stop working for a while so I can goto a room with a big table and listen to people say nonsense. I get a phone call (which I don't answer) coincident with an email message from Payroll telling me that if I don't send them their milk and cookies in 23 minutes they won't be able to eat them until next week. I tell Payroll there's no way their milk and cookies will be ready in 23 minutes, they demure and say they can actually wait two hours. It turns out that the go-kart won't go because the driver hadn't inserted the ignition key. Someone tells me that it is very important that I dig hole #1 over here now. I start to work on hole #1. I am interrupted by my fellow "programmer" who asks me what a hole is and how one uses a shovel. I explain it again. I send Payroll their milk and cookies. I start to work on hole #1. Someone tells me that hole #1 should really be a mound.
Thu 22 May 2008 12:43 AM
Dirty
I was using that orange scented gritty Gojo stuff to clean the grass clippings and shit off my hands (the lawn was overdue to be mowed because of the daily rain showers and was wet and heavy (because of the daily rain shower) and kept clogging the mower's "blow shit out into the bag" chute) and the mess turned into this absurd creamy green grassy guacamole. It feels good to get my hands dirty.
Fri 16 May 2008 9:15 PM
Man v Nature
It is a popular notion that modern humans have somehow fallen out of touch with nature and are too dependent on technology and too influenced by culture and its evolution over time. "Turn off your computer and go hug a tree."
However, we have hard evidence that for at least the past 2 million years hominids have been "out of touch with nature" and so fragile as to need technology to survive. It is reasonable to surmise that australopithecines were at least as (biodegradable) technophilic as modern day chimpanzees are (using unmodified rocks as nutcrackers, leaves as sponges and toilet paper, and twigs/sticks as fishing apparatus for termites). That pushes our addiction to tech back to 4 million years.
So, are we ready yet to just let this myth go?
However, we have hard evidence that for at least the past 2 million years hominids have been "out of touch with nature" and so fragile as to need technology to survive. It is reasonable to surmise that australopithecines were at least as (biodegradable) technophilic as modern day chimpanzees are (using unmodified rocks as nutcrackers, leaves as sponges and toilet paper, and twigs/sticks as fishing apparatus for termites). That pushes our addiction to tech back to 4 million years.
So, are we ready yet to just let this myth go?
Thu 15 May 2008 12:14 PM
Pleasure Seekers
This 7" vinyl (aka 45 single) arrived today, and I am indescribably excited at the prospect of seeing the artwork and listening to the B-Side track, Pleasure Seekers (which I've never heard before).
Thu 8 May 2008 10:16 PM
We're All Going to Hell
All you Mormons who like cussing, you are going to hell.
All you preachers who like fucking, you are going to hell.
Little boys that choke the chicken, you are going to hell.
It's the nature of evolution, the dinosaurs went to hell.
Hell, hell, hell it's a wonderful place.
It's a place of fire...and brimstone.
All you Christian politicians, you are going to hell.
Magic Jesus apparitions send you to hell.
Buddhist monks without god, you are going to hell.
Those of you dissecting frogs, you are going to hell.
Hell, hell, hell it's a wonderful place.
It's a place of fire...and brimstone.
*burp* I need a beer
*beer can opens* Dude, that's pretty good.
Ah, OK.
All you Catholics wearing condoms, you are going to hell.
All us fatties eating bon-bons, we are going to hell.
Unbaptised babies learn to limbo, purgatory's hell.
And your religion is a gamble, and you are going to hell.
Hell, hell, hell it's a wonderful place.
It's a place of fire...and brimstone.
Check this shit out.
It's gonna change your life.
There once was a man who suffered everything
all the pages of the bible he could almost kill anything
and in 1913 thirteen he died of a stroke when he tried to
eat the book of Kings
eat the book of Kings
eat the book of Kings
eat the book of Kings
The Bastard Fairies
All you preachers who like fucking, you are going to hell.
Little boys that choke the chicken, you are going to hell.
It's the nature of evolution, the dinosaurs went to hell.
Hell, hell, hell it's a wonderful place.
It's a place of fire...and brimstone.
All you Christian politicians, you are going to hell.
Magic Jesus apparitions send you to hell.
Buddhist monks without god, you are going to hell.
Those of you dissecting frogs, you are going to hell.
Hell, hell, hell it's a wonderful place.
It's a place of fire...and brimstone.
*burp* I need a beer
*beer can opens* Dude, that's pretty good.
Ah, OK.
All you Catholics wearing condoms, you are going to hell.
All us fatties eating bon-bons, we are going to hell.
Unbaptised babies learn to limbo, purgatory's hell.
And your religion is a gamble, and you are going to hell.
Hell, hell, hell it's a wonderful place.
It's a place of fire...and brimstone.
Check this shit out.
It's gonna change your life.
There once was a man who suffered everything
all the pages of the bible he could almost kill anything
and in 1913 thirteen he died of a stroke when he tried to
eat the book of Kings
eat the book of Kings
eat the book of Kings
eat the book of Kings
The Bastard Fairies
Thu 8 May 2008 9:57 PM
Big Brother Has Bad Eyesight
I'm no fan of invasive surveillance techniques but if CCTV Big Brother eye cams are only effective to help find 3% of criminals, then they can't possibly be an invasion of privacy either, right?
Wed 7 May 2008 9:20 AM
Stupid Error Messages
Y:\>send
SEND-4.11-310: An invalid number of parameters was specified.
For help, type SEND /?
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