| oh and another thing |
[Jul. 8th, 2006|10:08 pm] |
These specific lyrics apparently do not exist on the internet, so I typed them out. Here, internet.
I did this once before for A Machine In India, by the Flaming Lips:
Future generations will recognize me as perhaps the century's leading lyrics historian and archivist.
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Get Together, as sung by The Carpenters
Love is but the song we sing
Fear's the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or hear the angels cry
Though the dove is on the wing
you need not know why
come on people now
smile on your brother
everybody get together
love one another right now
some will come and some will go
this will surely pass
when the one who left us here
returns for us at last
we are but a moment's sunlight
fading in the grass
come on people now
smile on your brother
everybody get together
love one another right now
if you hear the song we sing
you will understand
you hold the key to love and fear
it's in your trembling hand
one key unlocks them both you know
it's at your command
come on people now
smile on your brother
everybody get together
love one another right now
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It's actually a really nice song. I particularly like
"this will surely pass
when the one who left us here
returns for us at last"
it's sung so sweetly, but it's such a frightening reminder that a large portion of the American electorate literally believe in the idea of Armageddon as told by the Book of Revelations. A nice mixture of sweetness and terror. The Germans probably have a word for it. |
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| I was starting to be afraid no-one would say it |
[Mar. 15th, 2006|09:13 pm] |
I was not one of the people most vocally opposing Stephen Harper in the last election. I didn't really believe all the criticisms that he was a Bush Jr. Jr...however, after all of his Afgrahndistanding (heh) lately, I started to feel very uneasy.
Did you hear him talking about "cutting and running?" He's not even re-writing the bullshit, just passing it directly from Dubya through himself, like undigested corn kernels rinsed off and served as dinner.
http://www.nupge.ca/presidentscommentary/n16ma06d.htm
full text pasted below
( Read more... ) |
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| well they're new to me |
[Jan. 25th, 2006|08:43 pm] |
"Libra
Sept 23 - Oct 22
You are the artistic type and have a difficult time with reality. If you are male you are most likely gay. Most Libra women are considered easy. Changes of employment lead to are expected because of your inability to cope."
I just think that's really funny, and I laughed hard, maybe because some of it resonated too much. Mostly the first sentence, and the fourth, and somehow also the third.
Maybe humour and deep personal insights also await you at:
http://www.bitoffun.com/Horoscopes.htm
Post your own! |
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| Minsic Scapon |
[Dec. 13th, 2005|02:45 pm] |
I can't find my camera (I just moved 2 months ago, do you think I can find it? Hah!), so here's a typed recreation of the credits on a bootlegged DVD of the Godfather I happen to be looking at:
PARMOUNT PICTURES priesenits THE GODFATHER
AN ALBEBT S RUDDY production Starring AI PACINO DIANE KEATON TALIA SHIRE ANDY GARCIA ROBERT DUVALL STGERLING HAYDEN JOHN MARLEY RICHARD CONTE KEATON Minsic Scapon NINO ROTA Septtipiny by MARIO PUZO and FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA Bassenl on MARIO PUZO'S Neved "THE GODFATHER"
Praduced by ALBERT S,RUDDY Diraciod by FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA
1990 Paramount Pictures ALL Rights Neseprred
And what a Septtipiny it was. |
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| google, if you're smart, find this |
[Oct. 29th, 2005|12:35 am] |
| [ | music |
| | The Flaming Lips - A Machine In India | ] |
I tried searching for the lyrics to the last song I was listening to, A Machine In India by The Flaming Lips, and Google failed me. That's right, you heard right, it failed miserably. All I got was shitty malicious pop-up-ridden lyrics site after lyrics site, all with a page full of links to every song on that album, Zaireeka. Every link on every site popped up a 'whoops, we don't have that song!' page. And did anyone else notice that they seem to have cracked Firefox's pop-up blocker already? Where's the countermeasures? I DEMAND COUNTERMEASURES!
Anyway, this is my gift to the internet: I listened to the whole song again (it's ok, I like it, and it's very slow-paced, I didn't even have to pause it once) and wrote down the lyrics. They're a little odder, and more vaginal than I expected:
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I'm goin to India
over and over again
I'm standing in a cylinder
seein all the bleedin vaginas
I feel it now comin over me
so I strive to love the messiah
I...la
I'm goin to India
over and over again
I'm rushin to the nearest station
feet and hands collide with the driver
all that I think all I thought and all I know
the syrian missile guides itself into the vaginas
I...la
I'm goin to India
over and over again
I'm goin to India
over and over again
I'm goin to India
over and over again
I'm goin to India
India
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Now, Google, if you're such hot shit, find THIS webpage when people search for Zaireeka, and send it to the top. Do what you claim to do. If you fail, maybe you're full of shit. |
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| I look like a monkey, and I smell like one too |
[Oct. 17th, 2005|10:33 am] |
Hey, I'm 34 years old today.
*blows the birthday kazoo*
I'll have internet soon, and I'll post some of the writing I've been doing. Having no internet at home has made me write about 20 pages, so far, of self-reflection. It's been pretty enlightening for me, too.
Stephen King once said, on the importance of keeping a journal, something like: "If you haven't written it down, you don't really know what you think." It's really been helping me figure out who I am, where I'm going, and where to steer the second-ish half of this life.
Livejournal is good, but sometimes you do need a private place to write, where you can just ramble and not worry about how you're coming across.
See - now, here, I just feel like I'm self-aggrandizing. I think having too much guilt and shame is one of those things I need to work on :) |
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| fascinating update |
[Oct. 4th, 2005|03:15 pm] |
* moved into new place - check (after being screwed by movers not showing up, just like last move. Different movers, even.)
* internet access at new place - nope, due to me procrastinating on it like a dumb-head
* completely swamped at new job, due to boss, who was training me, having a baby, and now I'm doing his job in addition to mine - check (this is why I can't be in irc these days, I just can't resist the temptation of reading it/posting in it, and I have an increasing mountain of work to do every day now)
* still sane - barely, check
* researching alternate career - check
* love for you all - check |
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| things that would be hard to live with, part 1: |
[Sep. 20th, 2005|09:01 pm] |
In many organisms, the eyes of an albino appear red due to the underlying blood vessels showing through where there is not enough pigment to cover them. In humans this is generally not the case, as a human eye is quite large and thus produces enough pigment to lend opacity to the eye. Despite this, completely red eyes resulting from a lack of melanin to cover the underlying blood vessels are not unknown in humans.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albino
(italics added) |
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| Fido: here's a voice-activated command for you: "fuck off" |
[Aug. 14th, 2005|05:41 pm] |
Here's how the new voice-activated pre-paid account refilling system works, in practice:
Amanda (yes, the automated attendant gives you her name. Who cares?) "Will you be paying with a credit card, or voucher?"
me: voucher.
Amanda: "I'm sorry, I didn't get that."
me: VOU-CHER
Amanda: (after a long pause) "I'm sorry, I still didn't get that."
me: (literally yelling now) VOU! CHER! VOUCHER!!
Amanda: (after a long pause) "Did you say....a voucher?"
me: YES
Amanda: "ok!"
Thanks Fido, this is SO much easier than the old clunky 'push 1 for voucher' system we had before! Three times I've used this new system, and everytime it's the same. It takes 5 times as long as it should. Why do phone systems always need to be 'improved' this way? Someone's earning their useless salary I guess.
Also, note that while I am doing this I am sitting perfectly still for optimum cellular reception quality. I also have what I'm pretty sure is a cell tower literally 40 feet away, on top of the building next to me.
'Amanda' is an idiot. |
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| I'm a posting maniac tonight |
[Aug. 11th, 2005|10:32 pm] |
This site is a gift from the Gods Who Want Me (and you) to Look Good
http://www.dietfacts.com/fastfood.asp
I eat too much fast food, because I'm lazy and it tastes good to me, and hey, I can afford it (I think...?).
I've been looking for a site like this for years, literally. |
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| good news about zinc oxide, mineral munchers |
[Aug. 11th, 2005|08:27 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Sam Kinison - Know When To Die | ] |
nlm.nih.gov says that even if you EAT a bunch of it:
"Because of the basic nontoxic nature of zinc oxide, recovery is very likely."
What about inhalers? |
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| Is Foot Powder a child killer? Read this post to find out |
[Aug. 11th, 2005|08:22 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Sam Kinison - Know When To Die | ] |
I just bought a bottle of foot powder, Dr. Scholl's Medicated, that is, to soothe the rash this fucking brutal summer gave me.
It's sort of cool, because it's just Zinc Oxide in cornstarch, and zinc is that mineral we need to be healthy! So I just put some on, and I was just thinking "shit, hope I didn't inhale any of that. I remember hearing about how talcum powder actually accumulated in kid's lungs, and I hope this isn't similar (corn starch is the base, and not talc, but hey, inhaling metal can't be good)."
So I read the label
WARNING: For external use only. Do not use on broken skin. Keep powder away from child's face to avoid inhalation, which can cause breathing problems.
And then it goes on to talk about avoiding contact with the eyes, etc...
Kind of a cliffhanger there gentlemen!
breathing problems is kind of a vague thing. Is it like a tickle in the back of your throat, or am I gonna have my trachea shut like an anus?
To compound the issue, one thing I did inhale recently was a big bag of freshly vaporized dope, so it's gotten me a little paranoid here people.
Anyway, if nothing else, this post can serve as a helpful aide to any coroner searching for a cause and time of death due to tracheanusosis, right?
Here is a picture of a dog running out of someone's trachea...
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