Death by hanging - the ebay way

ebay's probably cheaper, but I don't want to get scammed. On the other hand, I don't have to leave my house. Then again, Target's hanging deaths may be of questionable quality. So many difficult choices to make, so little time.

This, though, is a thing of beauty

I give you The Mysterious Geographic Explorations of Jasper Morello, a 2005 animated short that has a marvelous steampunk feel to it. Do click the little HQ button in the corner and watch it in full screen - the tiny window doesn't do it justice.



The official site has some nice desktops and a screensaver.

My First Singles

I first became aware of the existence of popular music in second grade, and I somehow associate each and every one of these songs with carpooling to school in 1983. I and some classmates whose names I simply can't remember would carpool to school in my mother's 1978 Buick LeSabre and I guess these kids - one of them was named James, I think - knew much more than I about worldly things. They somehow convinced my mother to play the local FM rock station. That was pretty much the end of it - within months I had a largish pile of those orange and yellow RCA singles. It was all innocent enough, but little did I know that a decade later I'd be scrounging around flea markets offering to perform fellatio on random strangers in exchange for early Bowie picture discs. And now - now it seems quaint to remember a time when music took up physical space. Anyway - here, then, are my first five singles.

Styx - Mister Roboto

It took me two decades to work out what "domo arigato" meant. All that time I thought they'd lost their robot.

Toto - Africa


The Clash - Should I Stay or Should I Go?

This one actually held up pretty well - much better than the other ones.

Mountain - Mississippi Queen

I still don't know what you mean. I checked wikipedia, but the song has the single most clinically offputting entry ever:

Early in the song, he compliments her lovemaking skills (or admits his lack thereof) by stating "...she taught me everything", then goes on to say she was a dancer who "moved better on wine". The singer continues, saying that she had asked him to be her man to which he replies, "I'd do what I can". He evidently took her up on her offer as the next line says . . .

Steve Miller Band - Abracadabra

My parents always seemed fairly uncomfortable when I sang this - not just because I sing so badly that Amnesty International has formally protested about me doing so in public. It would be a few more years before I worked out why. Frankly I just like the cool noises about halfway through.

A semi-comprehensive list of free museum days in the San Francisco bay area

I couldn't find one of these, so I made it myself. Feel free to contact me if you have a museum to add. Also, not that this list does not contain museums that are always free or only free to certain patrons.

The sad story of the Kings Inn

This blighted property just off Reno's main drag has been boarded up for a while. It's not prime real estate - about as close as you can get though. It's right across from the old Masonic lodge, right off Virginia where it used to cross the railroad, and it's a stark reminder of just how long Reno has been in decay. This seven story hotel and casino - hardly a marvel of architectural invention - was probably doomed from the beginning, though. Constructed in 1973, the place opened in 1974 - the hotel did, at least. The gaming license took another year ^[1].

Only five years later, the place filed for bankruptcy, with the casino closing in 1982 and the hotel in '86. That was 23 years ago. It's looked pretty much just like this ever since. The building is condemned, of course. There were plans to renovate the place a few years ago, but nothing came of it. I almost feel sorry for the poor building. Not that it's especially attractive or worthy of my pity, but to spend two thirds of your existence as nothing more than a cautionary tale to those who wish to follow in your footsteps is not an enviable fate.

What's odd to me is that a place like this, in the middle of a largish city, can just sit there for decades, completely ignored, while land is so expensive these days that a person earning an average wage can't even afford a modest home. The law of supply and demand just doesn't apply here, apparently.

As an aside, if you have anecdotes, pictures or memorabilia from the Kings Inn, I'd really like to hear from you. For reasons I can't adequately explain, I'm fascinated by the place and would like to know what it was like.

^[1]: The Rise of the Biggest Little City. Kling & Melton, 1999

The biggest little hellhole in the world.

I guess it goes without saying that Reno isn't what it once was. The advent of Indian gambling in California has really thrown a wrench in the works of the city that once prided itself on the fact that it was. . .erm. . .closer to the bay area than Vegas, I guess. Look, let's face it. That's the only thing the place ever had going for it in the first place. It was always just a pale shadow of Vegas, and it felt like it was in decline all the way back in the seventies.

It's starting to get really bad now. The number of operating casinos is about the same as the number of shuttered ones, and the ones that are still open are starting to look pretty ratty, to be honest. Some of the closed ones have been boarded up for a decade, and some of them have been turned into condos. Great timing, that.

Still, the fact that so much of downtown hasn't been seriously updated in half a century makes for some pretty cool photo ops. I'll be adding some more as I get them edited.

Happy effing new year

I'm just glad this one's over, frankly. I suppose it's possible that next year could be worse, but that would be some especially fucked up shit^[1].

I have some resolutions that I guess I'm going to share with whichever poor sod amongst you accidentally visits my blog. Of course, I'm no different from you bastards, so I'll stop implementing them in about a week and a half, stop feeling guilty about not implementing them towards the end of January, and forget all about them by the second week of February.

1: I'm going to use my powers for good.
2: I'm going to take pictures of more people and things. Some of them may not suck.
3: I'm going to travel more. Just because business is slow doesn't mean I can't spend money like a drunk sailor^[2].
4: I'm going to stop suffering fools. You know who you are.
5: I'm going to watch more awesome 80s video clips.
6: I'm going to master playing the infected.
7: I'm going to make visiting the library a habit.
8: I'm going to hone my mockery skills.
9: I'm going to write a Fallout 3 mod.
10: I'm going to embrace my inner dadaist.
11: Purple infinity houseboat haphazard.

There you have it. My resultions for 2k9. How about you?

-D

^[1]: Yo.
^[2]: Actually, it does.

Coal can do that?

I somehow ended up on a clean coal propagandist site where I found a somewhat misleading datasheet. So I figured I'd fix it. The original can be found here. Click to embiggen.

More amazing covers

Tori does the Police



Tori does Nirvana



Nirvana does Bowie



Bowie does the Pixies

As a kite

The oft parodied Shat in his most oft (oftest?) parodied performance. It's worse than anything you could imagine.



Can you imagine spending three decades trying to outlive that? For the record, if you're going to cover Rocket Man, this is how to do it:



Ukuleles for the win!

Looks like they got Pete

Tragic. But he should have been more careful. I tried to warn him.

Pretty quick reflexes, though

I post this without further comment

On the internet, nobody can tell you you're an idiot

The internets are a beautiful things. They allows people to discuss the most obscure interests with people anywhere in the world without embarrassment or discomfort. The downside of this is that the internets allow people to discuss their delusions with like minded individuals anywhere in the world, and that it's insanely easy to filter out any voices of sanity that could possibly break people's bubble. Or dent it. Or point at it and laugh.

Gang Stalking World, for example, is dedicated to supporting people who are constantly followed around in public by random people, for no apparent reason.

Gang Stalking is experienced by Targeted Individuals as psychological attack, that is capable of immobilizing and destroying a target over time. The covert methods used often leave no evidence to incriminate the Civilian Spies.^[1]

Go on. Google it. You know you want to. It should also be pointed out that, in my imagination at least, multistalkervictims.org has an ongoing rivalry with gangstalkersworld. You see, multistalkingsvictims.org was founded by the ex-lover of the founder of gangstalkingworld.com because she caught him cheating with the founder of planetgangstalking.com^[2]. He accuses her of stealing trade secrets and they're embroiled in ongoing litigation. It's all very sordid. In my imagination. In my defense, at least I know that I'm making shit up. These poor sods don't.


^[1]: Note to the world: You can't capitalize words just because you like them. Stop it.<sup>[3]

[2]</sup>: planetgangstalking.com doesn't exist. I know that this is a crushing blow to you, but you'll just have to deal with it.

^[3]: Unless you're A.A. Milne, in which case I think it's a Very Good Idea.

Bet you didn't know

Bet you didn't know that your (somewhat cool but utterly useless) Xbox 360 avatar has a url. That's mine over there. He looks just like me, right down to the bags under the eyes. He used to look cooler, but that just made me feel bad. Full URL down beneath the pic.

https://msxb.hs.llnwd.net/avatar/avatar/[your gamertag]/avatar-body.png

Evolving Mona Lisa

Roger Alsing's project, this. I just animated it. This is the result of a genetic program that evolves 50 semi transparent polygons into the Mona Lisa. Mind you, this is a tiny sample of nearly a million mutations, not all of which are beneficial.



I ended up having to put this in a frame on another server because blogger apparently doesn't like Javascript. What's that all about?

Jonathan is my hero

The world's oldest turtle is 176, but

Despite his old age, locals say he still has the energy to regularly mate with the three younger females.

You da man, Jonathan!

It's funny because it sounds like boobs

Introducing the Tiddy Bear:



It's real. I called the number and a Jamaican woman tried to take my order. We're all doomed.

More dissected lenses

I guess it's kind of a thing, but I never cease to be amazed by the complexity and mechanical grace of lenses. This is a disassembled 17-85mm lens for a DSLR. This is rather more what the average consumer would expect the item to look like.

Many more pretty pictures here.

It would appear that the future has finally arrived

While I was waiting for tacos last week, I caught a glimpse of the future, directly overhead. It's a zeppelin that recently went into service from Moffet Field - which is oddly appropriate. Hangar One was originally made for a zeppelin.

Oh, did I mention that thirty minute trips go for five hundred a pop? Bit rich for my blood.

It's about time

In celebration of the 21st anniversary of cult sci-fi comedy series Red Dwarf, creator Doug Naylor has announced that TV’s favourite spaced out smeg heads will be returning to the small screen for four special breakout episodes.

Huh, what? How did I miss this?

The shows will broadcast in 2009, and if successful, could open the door for more Red Dwarf TV projects.

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