One of my favorite musical groups of all time. My favorite electronic artists ever, hands down. Orbital’s In-Sides is a shining jewel that begged to be unburied today from the archives.
I still remember the summer night, cruising back with Liz to Bar Harbor taking turns listening to the newly bought cd in headphones because her car only played tapes. (more…)
By Scott Gilbertson 
September 26, 2007 | 8:52:16 AMCategories: P2P
The popular Demonoid.com, a semi-private BitTorrent tracker, has been taken offline. Both the torrent tracker and the site have been unresponsive for over twenty-four hours. Although there has been no official word, or statement from the Demonoid administrators, TorrentFreak claims that the Canadian Recording Industry Association (CRIA) is responsible for the downtime, but the CRIA has refused to comment (see update below).
TorrentFreak reports that it contacted some of the Demonoid administrators, but even they are not yet sure what happened to the site.
If it does turn out to be the CRIA, this won’t be the first time Demonoid has suffered major downtime due to pressure from the recording industry. Earlier this year Demonoid moved its servers from The Netherlands to Canada after a Dutch anti-piracy group filed a subpoena demanding the site’s ISP remove Demonoid and cough up the administrator’s identities. –Read the entire article here at Wired
You are such a man.
I am thoroughly impressed with your toughguyitude. ‘Linin’ em up’ with whomever is lucky enough to be next to you at each and every stoplight in town, you waste no time ‘Gettin R Doooone’ in the redneck rally you’re perpetually driving in. Your deft command
over your beastly ca. 1990 Ford F150 was dizzying, or perhaps that was the cloud of noxious fumes it left behind. And as if I hadn’t been emasculated enough by your ace driving skills, blinding speed, and sneering backward glance, I nearly shat myself when you slammed your brakes on upon seeing me behind you giving the universal jerk off hand signal! Whew, I almost tasted pure Buxton Steel! Narrowly escaping a Stone Cold can of Whuppass, I trod lightly the rest of the evening reflecting on my inferiority. I will now forever dwell in the cold shadow of your giant cock and balls.
Your humble servant,
Faggot in the Dodge Neon
Ok, so have I mentioned I’m a big dork? It’s true. I embrace my nerdiness. I carried the burden of dorkness mostly undercover through my younger years. I adapted as best I could and kept my nerdy interests to myself. I was never ashamed, just tired of being beat up. Luckily, I made it through high school alive, and realized shortly thereafter that it was ok to be smart.
So what the hell is a dork, a nerd, a geek? Check this out for the Wikipedia meaning and a pretty interesting origin of the word nerd. I suppose it would be one who slavishly pursues intellectual interests, sometimes to the point where they suffer in social aspects (like intra-personal relationships, fashion sense, perhaps even personal hygiene…). They are stereotyped as socially retarded, overweight, single, pasty white men, who live alone or with their parents. They make up the bulk of all comic book, anime, sci-fi, and fantasy enthusiasts, and look like a giant adolescent still going through puberty. (more…)
Not always.
I was digging through some tunes that I hadn’t heard in ages the other day when I came across some Joe Satriani. I’ve always dug his albums. I threw on a tune called “A Day at the Beach (New Rays from an Ancient Sun)”. I picked that one I think because I remember my friend Heath Bartley playing it and being completely mesmerized.
I discovered that morning that I really needed to get in touch a little better with my feelings. Before I knew it I was tearing up. It took me a few minutes before I figured out what was going on, then a few more to put together why I was so emotional. It was no one thing it turns out, just an amalgamation of feelings from that time in my life. Things I hadn’t even thought of in a long long time.
Geez, I’m such a sensitive little Sally lately what’s my deal?
This is old I know, but I still get a kick out of it…
As seen in a dog’s diary:
7 am – Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am – Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am – Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon – Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm – Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm – Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm – Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm – Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm – Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm – Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm – Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm – Oh boy! Sleeping in my people’s bed! My favorite!
As seen in a cat’s diary:
Day 1383 of my captivity…
My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture and urinating on the bath mat.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded – must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair – must try this on their bed, or swallow enough thread from my captors mending basket to produce a trailing piece of fecal matter.
I decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of the horror that I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan… Later, there was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food.
More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing “allergies.” Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. My proof is that the dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, as he speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.
At the Bank of America Pavilion in Boston last Saturday night, two rows in front of me and my party, you sat by yourself. You were blonde and pretty, wearing black rimmed glasses and a light blue cardigan sweater, drinking a beer alone. You looked familiar to me for some reason, but as my brother pointed out “The cute ones always do”. Though you looked familiar somehow, I’m sure now that I’ve never met you before. (more…)
Wow, what can I say? They were all I hoped and more. It was a Saturday evening, so traffic around 6ish was nothing. The Pavilion was easy to get to and there was plenty of parking. I had never been to the Bank of America Pavilion before Saturday night. Cool venue, though the fact that the show was SEATED was fucking stupid. I mean no one sat during their set, no one. People were dancing in the aisles and on their chairs, it was like a Pentecostal church the closer you got to the stage. It was cool outside, but not intolerable. Becky was super cold. Fatty was fine.
Digweed played conservatively. I honestly haven’t heard anything he’s been done in so long that it could’ve been anyone up there, I wouldn’t have known. Then the
lads came on. They played all the tunes I wanted to hear, a bunch of new material from there forthcoming album Oblivion With Bells, and to top it off closed with of an encore performance of Jumbo (I had mentioned before they started to my brother that I hoped they would play it, so happy birthday to me). Attendance was thin for what I was expecting. The inflatable tube props were fun, and graphics were cool for the most part. Hyde’s energy was infectious, he is so animated. The drums were a little quiet in the mix. The fills were loud as hell, especially snare builds, to the point that when the beat dropped, there were times where it was a little anti-climactic. I’m just quibbling here, they sounded great overall.
I can’t wait to see them again. Maybe next time they’ll do more than 6 American dates? We were fortunate that they chose Boston as one of them this year!
Here’s the Setlist for anyone who’s interested:
Mmm… Skyscraper, I Love You
Improv
Crocodile
Improv
Beautiful Burnout
Pearl’s Girl
Bamboo (with Lenny Penne lyrics) 5foot5
Glam Bucket
Improv
Can U Feel This Bass?
Two Months Off
Mo Move
Cowgirl/Rez
Born Slippy .NUXX (with 2003 ending as intro)
King of Snake
Jumbo
| Extroverted (E) 87.5% Introverted (I) 12.5% Intuitive (N) 58.33% Sensing (S) 41.67% Feeling (F) 62.5% Thinking (T) 37.5% Perceiving (P) 70.83% Judging (J) 29.17% |
outgoing, social, disorganized, easily talked into doing silly things, spontaneous, wild and crazy, acts without thinking, good at getting people to have fun, pleasure seeking, irresponsible, physically affectionate, risk taker, thrill seeker, likely to have or want a tattoo, adventurous, unprepared, attention seeking, hyperactive, irrational, loves crowds, rule breaker, prone to losing things, seductive, easily distracted, open, revealing, comfortable in unfamiliar situations, attracted to strange things, non punctual, likes to stand out, likes to try new things, fun seeker, unconvenional, energetic, impulsive, empathetic, dangerous, loving, attachment prone, prone to fantasy
Scary how right on these stupid personality tests are. I want it to be way off, you know, like I’m an exception to the rule. Nope, it’s pretty much dead on. Everyone’s probably taken the Myers-Briggs test at one time or another, if not though click below and get your personality test results. It’s also where I got the above description, the best I’ve seen anywhere about the 16 Jungian/Myers-Briggs personality types. So if you’re not already bored enough from reading this dreck, go on over and take the test. You know you want to.
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ENFP – “Journalist”. Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population. |
Free Jung Word Choice Test (similar to MBTI)
personality tests by similarminds.com
I submitted some slides of my first few completed works from my senior series in the fall of 98 to then Maine Coast Artists Gallery (now Center for Maine Contemporary Art) in Rockport, ME. My professor and mentor Anderson Giles recommended that fellow senior art student Ken Lund, and I send slides to be considered for a juried show for emerging young artist students of Maine colleges. I mentioned that I sent samples out to a few other graduates. They told me not to hold my breath, they had all tried out for the exhibit and were declined.
To our surprise and delight, both Ken and I were selected to hang works in the show among twenty or so other artists from all over the state. One of Ken’s was selected, and 3 out of the 4 works I submitted were picked to show from March 4th – April 3rd, 1999. The exhibit was called Next Generation. I was pretty excited. (more…)
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