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yamamanama) wrote2003-05-28 08:11 pm
yamamanama) wrote2003-05-28 08:11 pm
11
all you see is red but all you feel is blue - in which I wonder if there were a million car commercials when I was younger, think that we've become so oversaturate in advertising that we tune it al out, compare Tom Kratman to random novels you find lying about in Avernum 3, and make dada poetry from spambot posts.
then and again - in which I post the best songs of 2010.
empty hum - in which I begin my sporking of The War In Heaven
adhered irreverence - in which it feels like a Martian summer.
dancing as terrorism - in which I am pissed off by songs and think Marine Le Pen might end the National Front.
one long blast - In which I complain about having to read The War In Heaven while snowed in and bored.
passing emptiness - in which Vox Day writes terrible prose
the street of a rainy, gray day - in which I have a poll and people answer it
abandoning power - in which it is so cold I can't feel my legs.
seeking power - in which I watch I Love Lisa and spork The War In Heaven
reachlessness - in which it is too warm to read Vox Day novels so I read Celestis and listen to Raidohead.
Go Go Gadget Guacamole! - in which there is a revolution in Libya and Vox Day thinks Summa Elvetica is the best thing ever written.
Antiquity's End - in which the internet is spooty and I read shitty evangelical propaganda.
Signs of Change - in which it is the closest thing to a first perfect day I saw, am thankful I don't have to read any battle scenes by Vox Day, and wonder if it's possible to embed the adhan in a blog comment.
artificial colours - in which Congress defunds NPR for ideological reasons and the crazy Mickey Lady uses the DMCA to suppress a video.
so much they cannot know - in which I can't improve my life by reading Vox Day novels.
soon to waver - in which we shut up sit down go with it and be happy because there's a pogrom on the horizon.
the melodies of our heartbeats slowing - in which I am overwhelmed by The War In Heaven's didacticism.
symtolomny - in which I wonder why support israel advertisements are on RevLeft, EgyptAir misplace Amman, and Vox Day writes terrible poetry.
In which Vox Day describes his descent into madness - in which vox day describes his descent into madness and I deliver what I promise.
when recounting futures, don't fail to mention me - In which Fox plays a classic-era Simpsons episode for the first time in over a year and I reminisce about when Lisa Simpson and I were the same age and dreams in which I eat blue marbly ice cream, and Pamela Geller calls for the suspension of the first amendment.
the light obtainable in spaces we share - in which I find a song, or rather, a cover of a song, and once again fail to understand the right wing.
scatterbrained by the sins of silence- in which Encyclopedia Dramatica says something stupid and I listen to the Belgrade Noise Society.
respond with revolution when we hear the word suffering - in which I solve the mystery of the fake mustache.
natatorial swings - in which I am not surprised but mildly disappointed that Socket didn't find himself in a bad video game art thread, am enchanted by a book and have a conversation about David Mitchell, want Hello Summer Goodbye because John C. Wright called it pretentious.
that uncomfortable pause between life and art - In which Prokofiev makes me think of Tales of the Leet and the Hill Man Morning Show hits a new low.
australis - in which I see an ad in Hebrew and want to record my dream music.
breeze of cherry petals - in which the cherry petals fall like snow and I brave the May chill and winds to bring you a crappy photo but it was the best I could do, someone else named Adara makes cool watercolors, Lego has a space mobster ship with Cthulhu in a pimp suit but no space pirates, and I enjoy pho.
Day of Jubilee - in which I post quotes from the Dragons of Babel.
The future isn't Caliphate, it's Chronopolis - in which Kratman gets a date wrong.
ascensionaires - in which I spork Caliphate.
hydra's heart - in which I have an easy time fighting Giacomo in Baten Kaitos, but Malpercio makes me say "fuck this, I want to play Chrono Cross," and war is prolonged indefinitely for economic reasons.
Chartreuse, Cobalt, Emerald, Malachite, Sap, Terre, Verdigris, And Viridian Green Leaves,Rain Stands - in which somebody builds a bicycle lawnmower and have an epiphany about Phil Hartman's voice.
chasing phantoms in one's dreams - in which there is a pointless infodump in Caliphate.
where ripples become waves - in which I dream and spork Caliphate.
Israel vs. the Martians - in which I notice that a Chrono Cross monster is called a beach bum and spork Caliphate and Israel attacks stars.
I can feel it more and more, in ten years, we'll have a war - in whichI finish reading and sporking Caliphate.
threatening skies - in which someone attempts to read A Desert Called Peace, I assume the Hill Man was on vacation, and compare a filmmaker to Vox Day.
breeze of roses - in which I am in disbelief at someone wanting to read Caliphate, Flashback is released and sells despite its sucktitude, and I lament the state of Islam in science fiction literature.
distorting truths to reach false assurances - In which the blogosphere fabricates a story about evil black people and claim the news is being suppressed by the politically correct establishment, and glass sculptures make me think of priapulids and molluscs and sea anemones and eldritch abominations; I find a dialogue between a quisling and a brain dead fool.
my ceiling is my cosmos - in which I blow up a small part of my country to celebrate its independence.
caught in an echo of time - in which I list songs I was obsessed with and want to punch Tails and Pothead the Porcupine.
Beware the wrath of Dr. Stinky-Poo - in which I read a defense of Road of the Patriarch and learn that scattered showers includes a half-hour of heavy downpour.
Of goat eyes and Final Fantasy - in which I learn that goat eyes are rectangular and that Final Fantasy VIII has a map of the Earth.
music for an automatic bronzing - in which Chrissy has a plush siamese cat named Sagwa and not Woof, the four seasons are reversed in Argentina and are a mural by Chagall and can be equated with Fennesz albums, and I return home lost in The Dream of Perpetual Motion.
destructive interference - In which I remark on how destructive interference is not a band name but should be, I listen to Indonesian music and Mozart's operas and read The Dream of Perpetual Motion, I talk about critic-o-matics and robot operas, I wonder why I have not and may never read a defense of Ayn Rand's prose.
"once you lose everything, you are free to do anything" - in which I quote from Fight Club and not from Muse, see a guy playing the bongos and see dissected records.
when we bleed, we bleed the same - in which Muse can't be wrong all the time, a hobbit kills a black man and nobody calls him a subhuman who needs to be sterilized, I wonder if it is possible to alter the past through popular misconception, contemplate the little John Hancock Building, someone asks me about a book, and I ask about Mondrian but only get a spambot.
As ever - in which i list rules for band names and describe music.
Now I'm Prune Tracy! Take that, dick face! - in which a hurricane is scheduled to hit the US, in New England, of all places, so I post lemmingtrail posts and a vague description of a concert.
final hours - in which time slows and there is a storm and kenny chesney is blamed
I haven't been moved like this since the Joy Luck Club - in which I want a book, read some other books while I don't have power, and see ballet.
Flame Man and Pharaoh Man hate 9-11 anniversaries. - in which I am sick and fucking tired of September 11 and listen to Korean shoegaze and remark about guys in tiger suits.
alone in this dark romantic night - in which bots are able to get angry when you call them bots and refuse to believe I watched a retsupurae, and can't search on VBulletin.
everything is a wave - in which I start reading Brave New World, lament the longass time between hardcovers and paperbacks, find something drawn by drow elves, and someone hates on Plok.
Even in the future, nothing works! - in which the internet is wonky and the computer that regulates temperature at the wildlife center is broken, and I list songs.
Dreams Alone Are Not Enough - in which I learn about lepidopteran reproductive systems and look forward to albums that haven't been released, think about gathering up good-in-the-ironic way posts from a forum that has fallen below a thousand active members, but realize the only ones worth saving are genuinely good ones and that the only bad ones worth saving have good responses.
The Human Bat vs. the Robot Gangster - in which I vow to read a book once it goes out of copyright even if I have to live forever and post a Simpsons-related dream someone had.
hello summer, goodbye - - in which raccoons fight over a mouse, Hank Williams Jr releases a song that sucks drow testicles, and Fox fucks up when scheduling Simpsons episodes.
a night in the lonesome October - in which Gallop bullies Penelope.
Vertraue mir. - in which it snows where I am not, a parrot imitates a phone and everyone is bewildered, Penelope the goat goes the other way to get a raspberry she didn't even eat.
prismatica - in which I find my own posts and search out bands because of them, but google doesn't cache them.
opal, jasper, agate, malachite, tourmaline, beryl, porphyry, sapphire, cinnabar, turquoise - in which I post lyrics I don't understand.
Stop throwing cigarette butts on the ground. Our cockroaches are getting cancer. - in which I post Temple of the Apocalyptic Doomageddon and tell everyone to listen to Lush and want to read Surfing Samurai Robots.
When hamsters and beanie babies attack! - in which a hamster bites the vet and a beanie baby monkey attacks me, Penelope stalks Gallop and plots headbutting, and a corn snake eats.
The Riders Travel Through The Heffalumps - in which the damn hell ass kings are a band and the Simpsons borrows an episode plot from a rather good fanscript.
amplified watercolors - in which my solution for posting bad satire involves the trash can and I think Ava Lilly though "WHAT THE FUCK AM I WRITING?" many times and I have a cunning plan.
down the up escalation - in which a band sucks and I help feed an owl.
Merry Christmas, you filthy animals! - in which I receive pens and an unplayable Wii game because Nintendo once again doesn't know what the fuck they're doing.
Voyage in the Heart - in which I see an Arabic music ensemble at an early modern era French Xmas concert, admire the night sky.
then and again - in which I post the best songs of 2010.
empty hum - in which I begin my sporking of The War In Heaven
adhered irreverence - in which it feels like a Martian summer.
dancing as terrorism - in which I am pissed off by songs and think Marine Le Pen might end the National Front.
one long blast - In which I complain about having to read The War In Heaven while snowed in and bored.
passing emptiness - in which Vox Day writes terrible prose
the street of a rainy, gray day - in which I have a poll and people answer it
abandoning power - in which it is so cold I can't feel my legs.
seeking power - in which I watch I Love Lisa and spork The War In Heaven
reachlessness - in which it is too warm to read Vox Day novels so I read Celestis and listen to Raidohead.
Go Go Gadget Guacamole! - in which there is a revolution in Libya and Vox Day thinks Summa Elvetica is the best thing ever written.
Antiquity's End - in which the internet is spooty and I read shitty evangelical propaganda.
Signs of Change - in which it is the closest thing to a first perfect day I saw, am thankful I don't have to read any battle scenes by Vox Day, and wonder if it's possible to embed the adhan in a blog comment.
artificial colours - in which Congress defunds NPR for ideological reasons and the crazy Mickey Lady uses the DMCA to suppress a video.
so much they cannot know - in which I can't improve my life by reading Vox Day novels.
soon to waver - in which we shut up sit down go with it and be happy because there's a pogrom on the horizon.
the melodies of our heartbeats slowing - in which I am overwhelmed by The War In Heaven's didacticism.
symtolomny - in which I wonder why support israel advertisements are on RevLeft, EgyptAir misplace Amman, and Vox Day writes terrible poetry.
In which Vox Day describes his descent into madness - in which vox day describes his descent into madness and I deliver what I promise.
when recounting futures, don't fail to mention me - In which Fox plays a classic-era Simpsons episode for the first time in over a year and I reminisce about when Lisa Simpson and I were the same age and dreams in which I eat blue marbly ice cream, and Pamela Geller calls for the suspension of the first amendment.
the light obtainable in spaces we share - in which I find a song, or rather, a cover of a song, and once again fail to understand the right wing.
scatterbrained by the sins of silence- in which Encyclopedia Dramatica says something stupid and I listen to the Belgrade Noise Society.
respond with revolution when we hear the word suffering - in which I solve the mystery of the fake mustache.
natatorial swings - in which I am not surprised but mildly disappointed that Socket didn't find himself in a bad video game art thread, am enchanted by a book and have a conversation about David Mitchell, want Hello Summer Goodbye because John C. Wright called it pretentious.
that uncomfortable pause between life and art - In which Prokofiev makes me think of Tales of the Leet and the Hill Man Morning Show hits a new low.
australis - in which I see an ad in Hebrew and want to record my dream music.
breeze of cherry petals - in which the cherry petals fall like snow and I brave the May chill and winds to bring you a crappy photo but it was the best I could do, someone else named Adara makes cool watercolors, Lego has a space mobster ship with Cthulhu in a pimp suit but no space pirates, and I enjoy pho.
Day of Jubilee - in which I post quotes from the Dragons of Babel.
The future isn't Caliphate, it's Chronopolis - in which Kratman gets a date wrong.
ascensionaires - in which I spork Caliphate.
hydra's heart - in which I have an easy time fighting Giacomo in Baten Kaitos, but Malpercio makes me say "fuck this, I want to play Chrono Cross," and war is prolonged indefinitely for economic reasons.
Chartreuse, Cobalt, Emerald, Malachite, Sap, Terre, Verdigris, And Viridian Green Leaves,Rain Stands - in which somebody builds a bicycle lawnmower and have an epiphany about Phil Hartman's voice.
chasing phantoms in one's dreams - in which there is a pointless infodump in Caliphate.
where ripples become waves - in which I dream and spork Caliphate.
Israel vs. the Martians - in which I notice that a Chrono Cross monster is called a beach bum and spork Caliphate and Israel attacks stars.
I can feel it more and more, in ten years, we'll have a war - in whichI finish reading and sporking Caliphate.
threatening skies - in which someone attempts to read A Desert Called Peace, I assume the Hill Man was on vacation, and compare a filmmaker to Vox Day.
breeze of roses - in which I am in disbelief at someone wanting to read Caliphate, Flashback is released and sells despite its sucktitude, and I lament the state of Islam in science fiction literature.
distorting truths to reach false assurances - In which the blogosphere fabricates a story about evil black people and claim the news is being suppressed by the politically correct establishment, and glass sculptures make me think of priapulids and molluscs and sea anemones and eldritch abominations; I find a dialogue between a quisling and a brain dead fool.
my ceiling is my cosmos - in which I blow up a small part of my country to celebrate its independence.
caught in an echo of time - in which I list songs I was obsessed with and want to punch Tails and Pothead the Porcupine.
Beware the wrath of Dr. Stinky-Poo - in which I read a defense of Road of the Patriarch and learn that scattered showers includes a half-hour of heavy downpour.
Of goat eyes and Final Fantasy - in which I learn that goat eyes are rectangular and that Final Fantasy VIII has a map of the Earth.
music for an automatic bronzing - in which Chrissy has a plush siamese cat named Sagwa and not Woof, the four seasons are reversed in Argentina and are a mural by Chagall and can be equated with Fennesz albums, and I return home lost in The Dream of Perpetual Motion.
destructive interference - In which I remark on how destructive interference is not a band name but should be, I listen to Indonesian music and Mozart's operas and read The Dream of Perpetual Motion, I talk about critic-o-matics and robot operas, I wonder why I have not and may never read a defense of Ayn Rand's prose.
"once you lose everything, you are free to do anything" - in which I quote from Fight Club and not from Muse, see a guy playing the bongos and see dissected records.
when we bleed, we bleed the same - in which Muse can't be wrong all the time, a hobbit kills a black man and nobody calls him a subhuman who needs to be sterilized, I wonder if it is possible to alter the past through popular misconception, contemplate the little John Hancock Building, someone asks me about a book, and I ask about Mondrian but only get a spambot.
As ever - in which i list rules for band names and describe music.
Now I'm Prune Tracy! Take that, dick face! - in which a hurricane is scheduled to hit the US, in New England, of all places, so I post lemmingtrail posts and a vague description of a concert.
final hours - in which time slows and there is a storm and kenny chesney is blamed
I haven't been moved like this since the Joy Luck Club - in which I want a book, read some other books while I don't have power, and see ballet.
Flame Man and Pharaoh Man hate 9-11 anniversaries. - in which I am sick and fucking tired of September 11 and listen to Korean shoegaze and remark about guys in tiger suits.
alone in this dark romantic night - in which bots are able to get angry when you call them bots and refuse to believe I watched a retsupurae, and can't search on VBulletin.
everything is a wave - in which I start reading Brave New World, lament the longass time between hardcovers and paperbacks, find something drawn by drow elves, and someone hates on Plok.
Even in the future, nothing works! - in which the internet is wonky and the computer that regulates temperature at the wildlife center is broken, and I list songs.
Dreams Alone Are Not Enough - in which I learn about lepidopteran reproductive systems and look forward to albums that haven't been released, think about gathering up good-in-the-ironic way posts from a forum that has fallen below a thousand active members, but realize the only ones worth saving are genuinely good ones and that the only bad ones worth saving have good responses.
The Human Bat vs. the Robot Gangster - in which I vow to read a book once it goes out of copyright even if I have to live forever and post a Simpsons-related dream someone had.
hello summer, goodbye - - in which raccoons fight over a mouse, Hank Williams Jr releases a song that sucks drow testicles, and Fox fucks up when scheduling Simpsons episodes.
a night in the lonesome October - in which Gallop bullies Penelope.
Vertraue mir. - in which it snows where I am not, a parrot imitates a phone and everyone is bewildered, Penelope the goat goes the other way to get a raspberry she didn't even eat.
prismatica - in which I find my own posts and search out bands because of them, but google doesn't cache them.
opal, jasper, agate, malachite, tourmaline, beryl, porphyry, sapphire, cinnabar, turquoise - in which I post lyrics I don't understand.
Stop throwing cigarette butts on the ground. Our cockroaches are getting cancer. - in which I post Temple of the Apocalyptic Doomageddon and tell everyone to listen to Lush and want to read Surfing Samurai Robots.
When hamsters and beanie babies attack! - in which a hamster bites the vet and a beanie baby monkey attacks me, Penelope stalks Gallop and plots headbutting, and a corn snake eats.
The Riders Travel Through The Heffalumps - in which the damn hell ass kings are a band and the Simpsons borrows an episode plot from a rather good fanscript.
amplified watercolors - in which my solution for posting bad satire involves the trash can and I think Ava Lilly though "WHAT THE FUCK AM I WRITING?" many times and I have a cunning plan.
down the up escalation - in which a band sucks and I help feed an owl.
Merry Christmas, you filthy animals! - in which I receive pens and an unplayable Wii game because Nintendo once again doesn't know what the fuck they're doing.
Voyage in the Heart - in which I see an Arabic music ensemble at an early modern era French Xmas concert, admire the night sky.