Archive for August, 2009

after the gold rush

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

My friend Jason received another feline communiqué from the extraterrestrials:

Joey spoke to me again; this time it made no sense at all:

“Self-awareness is self-delusion. The man in black sees all. Humanity has reached its end; the cetaceans demand it. The star vibrates. Feel the lion purr as it inherits the earth. The seeds have been planted; now wait for the harvest. Enjoy the ice but not the cream. Time to go home. Love.”

Jason

All-Bad-Things-Must-Come-To-An-End

See also parts 1 and 2, or read about another person who received messages from domestic animals.

(Come to think of it, I was once writing an essay for homework in high school, got stuck trying to think of what to put in the concluding paragraph, and then took a nap and had a dream where my cat told me “just bullshit it.” It was good advice.)

suing someone for a blog post is totally not psychotic

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

So you may have heard about this awful court ruling. Basically an anonymous blogger referred to a model as a “psychotic, lying, whoring, still going to clubs at her age, skank.” Keep in mind that this blog had “only five posts on it, all written on a single day.” So naturally said model, who is Canadian and therefore adheres to the fucked-up attitudes toward free speech prevalent there (not that we don’t have a fucked-up attitude toward free speech in the US as well), and who is not at all a crazy litigious bitch, sued Google to find out who the blogger was, so she could sue him or her for defamation. Also, she thinks people hate her because she’s beautiful. What did Laurie Anderson once say about that?

So I was reading the news stories about this and found a surprising number of articles taking Cohen’s side, including this charming piece from the reliably inane Feministing (if you’re in the enviable position of never having read anything on Feministing, here’s a brief summary). It’s so totally empowering to think of women as delicate flowers who need the State to suppress speech (this tactic has never ever had unintended consequences) to protect them from the silent Holocaust of internet trolling, which is right up there with gang rape when it comes to crimes against women. After all, what good has anonymous speech ever done? KEEP STICKING IT TO THE PATRIARCHY, FEMINISTING.

You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Monday, August 17th, 2009

So I just went on omegle.com [I was waiting for a computer to render some stuff, bitches], and in addition to telling a Frenchman that Napoleon Dynamite was “American cinema at its finest,” I had this delightful exchange:

Stranger: I’m guessing you’re against black metal? (:
You: No, my church has a special black metal liturgy for kids like you.
Stranger: lmfao..
You: It’s on Saturday night, right after our Juggalo Service.

watch out for your overcoat

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

Hi! I’ve been absent from the Blog-O-Sphere lately due to my Protestant work ethic. I was going to say it was due to my Viking work ethic, but generally the Viking work ethic involves getting some slaves to do it while you sit around, drink mead, and vomit in people’s faces.

But here are some links that may be of interest:

Sibel Edmonds has a relatively new blog, which is a must-read for anyone interested in issues of freedom, authoritarianism, secrecy, and empire. I recommend reading this post quoting Russ Tice on the real story behind the proposed US Cyber Command.

And here is a wonderful Youtube video of three bands I love: (respectively) P-Model, Hikashu, and the Plastics. I think the last performance was one of the first things I ever saw on Youtube back in 2005 or so due to my Plastics fixation, but the rest is new to me. Speaking of Hikashu, their leader Kohichi Makigami has an excellent solo album that you can find here. The last song on it is absolutely stunning, with one of the best opening guitar lines I’ve ever heard. And don’t miss this amazing video of one of his vocal performances.

But anyway, Poetariat is not dead, nor does it smell funny.