Thursday, December 27, 2007

PC Nightmare Of Doom

Happy/Merry Christmas/Ramadan/Hanukkah/Belathar Day!

Can't forget about Kwanzaa...

Or that other thing... the one with the elephant...


Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Out And About In The Empty Places

I was flying around the Universe in Celestia for awhile when I realized just how much I hate being stuck on this planet. I mean, we live on a beautiful rock alright, but sometimes it's just too much.

I wonder if that's why we want to go to Mars so badly. There isn't anything there, unless you have a real hardon for dust, so why invest all this money? Well, I guess it's somewhere we haven't been, and being as we are, we gotta go.

Or am I crazy?

P.S. I am aware that I promised a code. It's sitting somewhere in the house and I just might put it up on Christmas Break. There might be a prize for anyone who breaks it, and tells me how I made it.


Sunday, December 16, 2007

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Think About It

If there isn't anything out there to grab ahold of, what do you do? What would you do if nobody tried to stop you going off the cliff? What would you learn? Would you still take the leap?

Think about it.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Yeah, About the Code...

Took a little longer to make it than I thought. Might be up by the weekend. Also working on a track-by-track review of Low. Should be fun, right?

Yarr ayar.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Secret Agent Gibby

Working on a little series of codes to test anybody who reads this godforsaken thing. First should be up either tomorrow or Hump Day. Used actual MATH to make it, too.

Who needs a life when you can make codes and then blog about it?


Wednesday, December 5, 2007


Listened to this album on vinyl today and it blew my head up.

It's a triumph of atmosphere and texture, a masterpiece of mood and feeling. Melodies act more like brush strokes on a painting rather than as hooks, and they are all very simple, not saying much of anything but implying almost everything.

The arrangements and instrumentation would have crushed any lesser band into gimmickry, and I am amazed at how human this record is. There is frivolity and brooding and questioning and maybe some hope, for those looking for it. The album is the 20th century sound defined: vibrating electronic circuits mesh with doomsayer pianos and a mournful saxophone while huge hollow drums carve out a place for it all to live at nervous peace with itself.

You can read Wikipedia or take my word for it, but you need to HEAR Low to really understand it. Buy, listen to it, rewind it, listen again.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Everything Is a Lie

Look down at your pants. Don't question it, just do it. Assuming you're wearing these "pants" of which I speak (unlikely), they more than likely have a zipper, so look at that next. Check the slider, you know, the thing that catches on your shirt and takes forever to untangle. It should have embossed letters on it. These letters, in all likelyhood, will say YKK.

It says right there, largest zipper manufacturer in the world. Their products are near ubiquitous. They OWN the zipper. They CONTROL our pants.

This is dangerous. Very dangerous. Pants are important. Our brave fighting men and women would be rendered useless if YKK engineered a fastener shortage. Society would collapse, and we'd be at the mercy of these industrial warlords.

It's time to fight back.