Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Chalk Drawings of Album Covers
No cheating and drawing "Ship Arriving Too Late to Save a Drowning Witch"
Hoo goodness, here is Muffy's List of Euphamisms for Female Genitalia.
Choochi Snorcher, Framazama, Hairy Checkbook, Wizard's Sleeve, Panty Hamster, and Mrs. Sphincter's Next Door Neighbor all make the list.
I found this great site that posts scans of people's grocery lists. Their Top 10 Lists are something to behold.
List #505: "Oreo B Interdental Refills" — now I don't know what an interdental refill is, but I am sure they are more fun to use if they're made out of Oreos. Also, "bourbin."
I dunno if you've been following this, but when Steve Jobs (of Apple) said that if it were up to him, they would get rid of DRM in a heartbeat, but Macrovision kinda heard this and said "Whoa whoa whoa, we make a lot of money selling DRM technology" so they wrote a response saying "No no, DRM is good. You like DRM." Well some joker wrote a translation of what the folks at Macromedia were really saying.
Macrovision: Well maintained and reasonably implemented DRM will increase the electronic distribution of content, not decrease it.
Translation: I am high as a kite.
February's CD of the Month:
"Carnavas" by Silversun Pickups
Really great My Bloody Valentine swirliness paired with Breeders-y/Luna guitar and drum work. They remind me a little of Rogue Wave but more impatient, or "Gish"-era Smashing Pumpkins in deaminess and occasional intensity. Go to their MySpace Page and listen to "Lazy Eye" or watch the video on YouTube right here:
Any band with a cute bass player and a cute girl in the video gets extra points.
A great fake interview with Chris Cornell where he complains about how much Audioslave sucked.
I look him dead in the eye and say, “Look dude, I don’t give a shit about being politically correct. I don’t even fucking VOTE.”
Well holy shit, you would’ve thought I took a dump on an amp head. The room went dead silent.
Finally, the guitarist speaks up, “Chris, I thought it was clear we were going to be an agenda band.”
I’m like “Agenda band? I’ve got an agenda: to make a lot of fucking money, get laid by lots of chicks and open a restaurant in Paris.”
They were aghast. The bass player is like “Dude, you used to care about the common man – remember the flannels!” And, swear to God, he pumps his fist in the air.
Boing Boing urges you to Stretch Your Meat