Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
In my veins hot music ran
“Of course my knowledge of the zoot suit riots comes chiefly from the Cherry Poppin’ Daddies song and a Kim Newman story about Zorro and lycanthropy, so I’m not an authority or anything”
Go Tell it to the Whales
Last week there was a bit of a stir in the local media over a whale caught in fishing lines off Rottnest island. A rescue attempt was launched, but had to be abandoned due to oncoming storms. They did however manage to get a GPS tag attached to the lines so they could go back and free the whale later.
They finally got around to it yesterday (or was it the day before? I forget…). They got the rescue team together and headed out in boats to track down the tag. They found it alright, still attached to the tangle of lines, but there was no whale!
The media are all saying that the whale managed to free itself. But, what if that’s not the case? What if the whale was raptured!?
C’mon, you (and Harold Camping) know that it makes sense! ;D
And on the subject of good ol’ Harold, he’s announced that the rapture that didn’t happen on Saturday did happen, it’s just that it was a mystical/spiritual thing rather than a physical thing, and the world is still going to end in October. Yeah, you just keep on truckin’ Harold!
I’m so very sorry…
Well, it would appear that we have an unconscionable scoundrel in Lincoln Park!
He’s entering via one’s windows,
He’s snatching one’s people up,
Using them most horribly,
One had best hide one’s children,
Hide one’s wife,
Hide one’s children,
Hide one’s wife,
Hide one’s children,
Hide one’s wife,
And if applicable hide one’s husband,
For they’re violating all in this place!
The perpetrator need not hand himself in,
For we are seeking him out!
We shall find you sir!
We shall find you sir!
So one may inform this,
One may run and inform this,
Run and inform this scoundrel!
Scoundrel!
We posses your clothing,
You have left behind your fingerprints,
You are a fool! Your are a fool sir!
The perpetrator escaped but left evidence,
She was assaulted by some bounder in the projects!
Bounder! Bounder! Bounder! Bounder!
He’s entering via one’s windows,
He’s snatching one’s people up,
Using them most horribly,
One had best hide one’s children,
Hide one’s wife,
Hide one’s children,
Hide one’s wife,
Hide one’s children,
Hide one’s wife,
And if applicable hide one’s husband,
For they’re violating all in this place!
The perpetrator need not hand himself in,
For we are seeking him out!
We shall find you sir!
We shall find you sir!
So one may inform this,
One may run and inform this,
Run and inform this scoundrel,
Scoundrel!
Nyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyannyan
Nyan Cat + Slipknot = Win!
Oh those Russians!
Disco songs about notorious historical figures? Say no more!
For Tanith! For Verghast! For cold and flu relief!
In the next Gaunt’s Ghosts novel Dan Abnett should have the Ghosts face a Chaos cult called the Histi.
That way they could fight them with anti-Histi-mines!
(Yes, yes, I’ll go drive over my head with a chimera now…)
Penitet me.
Vide equus meus. Mirum est equum! Degustabis equus meus…
Sicut fructus uva passa gustat!
Quam cum iubis fit equum demulceri volatilis apparatus. Transfiguration Et vice versa cum trahitur phallus!
Obscena quod!
Ita putas? Non ego te certiorem unde fetus facta est sucus. Sucis dulcus. Sucis dulcus. Sucis dulcus. Sucis dulcus!
Adepto in equum et ducam per totum mundum et ceteris omnibus!
Corrigendus est me vobis. Totum continetur totius mundi…
Mulier taceat! Adepto in meus equum!
Please consider…
Please consider…
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| Coelacanth | Cee Lo Green |
…an April fool in fact.
My April Fools gag this year is “rather subtle”.
See if you can “spot” it…
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Anthropologist records complex, ancient, multi-instrumental and multi-vocal religious chants from obscure South East Asian tribe. Accidentally messes up playback, speeding chants up by factor of eight. Chants are transformed into insipid modern pop song, complete with good approximation of modern instrumentation and English lyrics.
Considerations…
How did insipid modern pop song end up thousands of years in the past?
How did insipid modern pop song thousands of years in the past end up slowed down by eight?
How did insipid modern pop song thousands of years in the past and slowed down by eight become religiously significant enough to be repeated and preserved for thousands of years?
What is effect of this revelation on culture and religion of tribe?
Discuss.
