If you’re evil, like me, you’d probably find the take snapshot button in Skype too tempting not to use. I’ve said enough, the evidence will speak for itself.
Sorry.
Archive for April, 2008
Tettix, huh? Never heard of them I’ll bet, neither had I until I watched a video of the construction of a Lego Millennium Falcon which had the track Earth’s Assault On The Central AI as a soundtrack. Since then I’ve been a fan.
Tettix used to be called Cicada but, probably because Cicada already existed, have recently changed their name. The music’s still good though, very much in the vein of the Boards Of Canada with just a splash of the NES about it.
You’ll notice I’m saying they all the time, I don’t know why, Tettix is simply one hugely talented bloke, Judson Cowan, what’s more he gives his amazing music away for free. Free!
Onto the track though, Tettix released an album of a cappella covers of his favourite music. Amongst the gems on the album was this cover of Daft Punk’s Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, which is unusual but rather splendid at the same time.
How awesome is that?
If you like his stuff I suggest you get over to his site and download a few of his tracks. Don’t forget to drop him a few dollars by PayPal if you like it though.
I’m becoming addicted to Twitter. Who cares what I’m doing? It’s an ego sling.
It’s been a while since I’ve played you some music, so I thought I’d treat you to a some new tracks over the next few days. I’m kind like that.
The first of these is Blind Mary from the new Gnarls Barkley album, The Odd Couple, and it’s a belter.
Poppy, upbeat and altogether delicious. It’s a great summer song and if it’s not a single at some point I’ll be stunned.
The whole album is full of songs of that quality, out of the thirteen tracks there isn’t a single dud. Stand out tracks for me though are Charity Case, Run and Blind Mary each of which is so skilfully written and produced as to make you feel like you’ve known them for years.
If you like music you really need to buy this album!
Stay tuned, because tomorrow you’re going to experience the delights of a Daft Punk cover by Tettix. Exciting, huh?
I’d never really heard of Twitter before the recent Penny Arcade cartoon about it.
So, very much like the time I bought Puzzle Quest because they said it was good, I immediately jumped on twitter.com and registered myself and my phone, and I must say I’m kind of loving it.
Being able to SMS updates on my every move is great, if a little freaky. Then again it’s only trivia, as you can see to your right, but for the moment I’m updating regularly.
Let’s see how long that lasts shall we? Hell, at least I’ve updated more than some already.
I think that the title probably says it all, it’s never a bad idea to make a list of all the dicks in the world.
Very funny and painfully well observed.
I’ve never been one of those weird audiophile types. They’ve always struck me as a wee bit odd listening to John Coltrane, in the dark, with their eyes closed, suspended from the ceiling by elastic bands, completely nude. You know the sort of thing.
One of their other bizarre habits, and one which is also shared by the gullible punters who buy TVs at Dixons, is buying obscenely expensive cables.
My HDMI cables cost £3.89 each, if I were to be a cable snob I’d have paid £99.95 for a Monster brand HDMI cable.
And if I’d done that you could rightly claim that I was a complete twat, because I would be.
I recall the father of a friend of mine that bought an £80 SCART cable. He used this to connect a DVD player to a 50″ low definition, back projection television. He was informed by the salesman that it would improve picture quality immeasurably. Immeasurably.
Yeah, maybe if it was fucking magic.
That’s the point though isn’t it, the gullible can be fooled very easily. As can the conceited.
If you think you have some kind of divine power that enables you to sense the effect that using oxygen free copper over regular copper has on the electrical impulse that carries your audio signal to your speakers, you’ve got to have some kind of messiah complex. It just isn’t possible.
The same goes for HDMI cables, the signal is digital it either works or it doesn’t, there’s no in between. Even worse than that is the bizarre swindle of the gold plated optical cable. What the fuck use is gold plating to a device that relies on optical integrity? None, that’s what. How could it be, unless of course gold has some amazing optical properties I’m not aware of!
All of the above just serves to enhance the glee I felt when reading this article about audiophiles being unable to tell the difference between aforementioned Monster cables and coat hangers. That’s right, coat hangers.
Oh, how we laughed.
In his memoirs John Prescott, the former deputy prime minister, claims to have suffered from bulimia during his time in the cabinet.
For those not in the know bulimia nervosa comes in two flavours purging and non-purging, Prescott’s was seemingly the purging variety.
Generally speaking people suffering from bulimia binge eat then take measures to prevent the food from being digested, either by taking laxatives or inducing vomiting.
Clearly Prescott managed to get the hang of the binge part, though possibly not the purge bit, otherwise you’d think the fat fucker would have been thinner really wouldn’t you?
Woo-hoo! Bill’s been promoted! He’s now Admiral Adama!
You can probably tell how far through Battlestar Galactica we are now…
Get yourself over to the brilliant You Have To Burn The Rope, it’s a proper treat.
It’s all about the music. All about the music…
Aliza Shvarts is an art student. An art student who, the Huffington Post reports, has, as part of her senior arts project plumbed new depths. Read.
Beginning next Tuesday, Shvarts will be displaying her senior art project, a documentation of a nine-month process during which she artificially inseminated herself ‘as often as possible’ while periodically taking abortifacient drugs to induce miscarriages. Her exhibition will feature video recordings of these forced miscarriages as well as preserved collections of the blood from the process.
I know I’m probably meant to be shocked by this, and I am, but it’s not the art that’s doing the shocking, it’s her disregard for life and the very womanhood she probably thinks she’s defending that shocks me.
Where does a woman’s body stop and another life start? It’s a big question and one that I could never hope to answer. Abortion is an emotive subject and rightly so but inseminating yourself in order to purposefully induce miscarriage a few months later just for shits and giggles is morally reprehensible.
I hold true the fact that a woman, just like a man, has the right to do whatever they want to their body, that right carries with it responsibility though. With this act she has treated the entire process of conception like it were a body piercing, something to be used to make a statement. It is deeply saddening.
This is not art. Neither is it self expression. It is mental illness.
Why do the boffins that design toothbrushes hang around nodding in groups of three, in labs that are painted nuclear white with behemoth floor to ceiling displays?
What does it take to design a toothbrush. I mean, really.
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