Showing posts with label Vulgarity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vulgarity. Show all posts

Thursday, June 28, 2007

A Danger to Your Fragile Psyche, plus Awesome Music

Online Dating

Aparrently, my little bitch box can warp the minds of children and is the vice tearing this country apart. I am proud.

I hope that was a big enough attention grabber to get you to read the rest of this post, because I have stumbled upon something awesome.

http://www.cicadacom.com/ is the personal website of a musical genius, Judson Cowan. And I don't use that word lightly. He's done 16-bit concept albums for video games that don't exist, he's done a capella remixes of The Cure, Nine Inch Nails, Ace of Bass, Coolio, Cake, A-Ha, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song, and others. He's got remixes out the a-hole. He has also been prolific in his own original stuff, which bring to mind what Ben Gibbard's side project The Postal Service would sound like if Ben Gibbard had talent, and liked him some Depeche Mode.

It just really kicks ass, and in a testament to just how awesome he is, all of it is available completely free to anyone with a media player.

I love you Judson Cowan. I love you to death.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Like looking through a lens of madness.


(Note:This post used to contain a picture so graphic, its very existence broke the heart of God. Under pressure from the watchful eyes of the internet, I removed it, in the hopes in may redeem me on my deathbed. Instead here is a picture completely unrelated. The commentary goes on unfiltered.)



Oh shi- !

Holy fucking shit, did you see that? Goddamn…that was effing batshit loco. I didn't even know it could bend at an obtuse angle. Jesus Christ. Oh god. Oh god. How does that even end up like that? It's like he had to turn it sideways post penetration. Fuck me. Shit like this is why I refuse to wear briefs. What kind of depraved madmen…you just don't do things like that with combustibles. Incendiary devices don't belong there. They just don't. Goddammit. Sometimes I wonder about you people. You people are crazy. Fuck this wall. If you need me, I'll be wading knee deep through the blood n00bs in the intertron. I would ask what the hell is wrong with you, but I know it's contagious, so I must take my leave.