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               INT. LAIR

               Machiba walks into the room, carrying a giant steaming plate
               of spaghetti and garbageballs. He places it on the table in
               front of Robot, and steps away.

                                   ROBOT
                         Delicious. I've been looking
                         forward to this all day. I can't
                         wait to devour it with my MIGHTY
                         ROBOT JAWS.

                                   MACHIBA
                         I hope the garbageballs are to your
                         liking. I prepared them from the
                         finest dumpster juice in town.

               Taking a bite, Robot begins spewing heroic amounts of pasta
               in all directions from his mighty robot jaws.

                                   ROBOT
                         AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGH! This garbage is
                         totally disgusting! Thank god I'm
                         not programmed to taste crap!

               We see Machiba's horrified face as Robot continues to spew
               his culinary masterpiece all over the room. His eyes narrow.

                                   MACHIBA (V.O.)
                         For years my blade has tasted
                         garbage in the search to make my
                         metallic master happy. No more.
                         Now, my blade will taste...
                         VENGEANCE!

                                   ROBOT (CONT'D)
                         What do you want me to do? Wipe my
                         robotic ass with this? If I had
                         emotions I'd totally hate this!
                         Hey, MacArthur! You wanna taste
                         this? It's like ass, but in a pasta
                         costume!

Letters from New York

Construction has begun on the Orwellian-named Freedom Tower, which will be 1,776 feet tall when it is completed, which will make it the tallest building in the world. Except for the CN Tower, of course. And don’t give me any of that “It’s a free-standing structure” crap — I had dinner in it, it’s a building.

But much more interesting than the mundane details of reconstruction is the choice of font for the cornerstone.


Everything looks better in Gotham.

Gotham was designed by Tobias Frere-Jones a few years ago for GQ magazine. Frere-Jones shares his thoughts on the blue-collar font:


I suppose there’s a hidden personal agenda in the design, to preserve those pieces of New York that could be wiped out before they’re appreciated. Having grown up here, I was always fond of the ‘old’ (or just older) New York and its lettering. After watching one of the most distinctive features of the city being destroyed last fall, it seemed more urgent to protect the original ‘character’ of the city, both in the sense of letters and personality. After collecting material for Gotham, I set myself the task of walking every last block of Manhattan with a camera, and recording anything extant and noteworthy.

They may have fucked up pretty much everything else do to with rebuilding on the World Trade Center site, but at least they chose a good font.

(This entry is syndicated from my website, Blue Redux. There’s more stuff there than there is here on LJ.)

COMMUNIST – 0.034% — MARXIST-LENINIST – 0.067% — MARIJUANA – 0.249%

For those who find such things interesting, here are our current election results:

LIB 135
CON 99
BQ 54
NDP 19
IND 1

…and here is how it would look if we had proportional representation:

LIB 113
CON 91
NDP 47
BQ 39
GREEN 13

—

Liberals + NDP = 154 Seats.
Conservatives + Bloc = 154 Seats. (The IND candidate is a CON that was listed as IND due to a party nomination argument. He’ll be welcomed back to the fold.)

Someone’s going to have to suck some conservative dick tonight if he wants to form a government.

Two giant leaps

People are making history all the time. Amazing, wonderful things are happening beneath the surface, things that will change the world forever.

Like right now.

The first private flight to leave Earth is in the air as we speak. SpaceShipOne is the result of countless millions of dollars, and years of research spearheaded by Paul Allen, co-founder of Microsoft. He started his own space program. And it’s paying off.

As I type this, SpaceShipOne is travelling towards a height of 100 kilometers away from Earth — officially out of our atmosphere, which will make pilot Mike Melvill the first man to fly out of earth’s atmosphere in a private spaceship.

Take note. These men (both male and female) are about to change the way we look at space, and what we can do with it. They are opening the door for everything science fiction has been promising us for the last hundred years.

(Who would have thought we would owe it all to Microsoft?)

Burnin’ is Randall’s solution.

I’m still waiting for [info]essinem to get in touch so we can get to work. The [CTRL] Conference is in October, which doesn’t leave us much time to write up our paper and submit it to McGill. The conference is billed as “a timely intervention which aims to foster critical dialogue interrogating emergent modes and methods of control”, which works well with my own thoughts and theories of The Current State of Things.

Assuming that my absent partner and I agree on the topic, I expect to be writing about the sociology of knowledge, and directed cultural bias. I’ll be drawing on the work of Michel Foucault, Thomas Szasz, and Jacques Derrida.

..

At SF’s Sister Machine Gun / Christ Analogue / Manufactura show, SMG’s lead singer made a speech:

Anyways, everything we’ve played in this set up to this juncture, this crossroads, this… interlude… is released on Positron Records, which we own and operate, the representative of which [at the merch booth] will be happy to supply you with a fix in that regard, for a modest fee which will go toward letting us sleep in a hotel room instead of the van…

Everything after that juncture (that interlude) is released on Wax Trax Records. which means it’s owned by — actually it’s not owned by TVT Records, it’s owned by Credit Suisse. so technically speaking, the first four Sister Machine Gun albums are released on Credit Suisse, a Swiss bank, which is kind of cool when you think about it.

The point being, I don’t get fuckin’ paid for that shit, not a dime, not a single red cent. So you can go ahead and go home, and — hey, you can download it right the fuck here, they got WiFi. Just get up on Morpheus or some fuckin’ thing and get that shit for free.


I’m not too big on the music, but I really like the guy. Too bad they never emailed us back when they came looking for a show.

(Brr-rr-rr-rr-rr)

Are you shivering? Are you cold?
Are you bathed in silver or drowned in gold?
This dream’s a vitality
With filaments as fine as a spider’s web
Pour through your mouth
They pour through your mouth
O river of silver, O river of flowers
I lie down and shiver in your silver river
Out drips the last drop of this vital fluid

Our life has grown weary
The stars have grown old
Are you still shivering?
Are you still cold?
Are you loathsome tonight?
Does your madness shine bright?
Are you loathsome tonight?

In the oceans of the moon
Swimming squidlike and squalid
This bright moon is a liquid
The dark earth is a solid

This is moon music in the light of the moon

I’m Rick James… or am I?

Dave Chappelle knows when you’re sleeping. Also, when you’re stupid.

He walked off the stage at a Sacramento show last Tuesday when audience members kept screaming “I’m Rick James, Bitch!” at him. He came back after a few minutes to freak out on the crowd, and educate them on the difference between Television and Stand-Up. He told them he knew why they liked his show:

“Because it’s good. You know why my show is good? Because the network officials say you’re not smart enough to get what I’m doing, and every day I fight for you. I tell them how smart you are. Turns out, I was wrong.

You people are stupid.

You guys are the worst listeners in the country. It’s like ‘The Silence of the Lambs.’ Without the silence.”

I truly believe, my city’s under siege.

Gangstories is back:

I miss the fucking neighborhood. Fuck these phoney whores out here. These clowns have no fucking idea what it means to fucking struggle and fight to have something in life. They have no fucking idea what a fucking insult it is to me to have them mock ghetto culture and pretend to have lived that life, when they’re studying for a fucking law degree at top university.

You fucking cockroach. Fuck you motherfuckers.

What I Did Today, by Jairus Khan.

First, I had to update my dashboard. My XBox is running a standard Xecuter BIOS, and I went with Avalaunch 0.49, the choice of kings.

Due to my crappy DVD drive, my XBox can only read DVD-R media. No CD-RW for me. Gonna have to get me a Phillips or maybe just the Thompson laser. After several unsuccessful attempts, I had DVD-R media my XBox could read.

Then came Debian. Or, more appropriately, Xebian. Even though it has horrible documentation, I managed to come out on the other side, a few hours later. I pulled a fakie on the FS so that it thinks all the needed partitions are inside one big 3GB file on my HD. This makes things simple.

THEN!

The Apt-Get nightmare. Hours and hours spend fighting with compilers, version conflicts, dependencies, and everything else I hate about Linux. I made it through, but just barely. I’ll have to take it easy for the next few days, glibc has sapped my strength.

In the end, however, it was all worth it. It took the day, but I got what I wanted. Linux running on an XBox, with full joystick support. Not because I give a crap about Linux, oh no. A much, much better reason.


The Ur-Quan are coming, bitches.