December 2006 was a slow month here at the festering carbuncle. Because there was no content on this archive page, I am using it to archive the rise and fall of the brand X mog page. This is everything I ever posted at mog and all of the comments ever left on my posts, well, almost all of the comments.
Sadness does not have a home Sadness does not have a home You come home from a hard day’s work You come home from a hard day’s work You come home from a hard day’s work The last thing you want to be confronted with is sadness Here at the station we would like to promote happiness at all costs You hear it on TVs and radios and everyone smiles Sadness does not have a home here Sadness does not have a home I don’t care what you have to say, you tell me that you lost someone. People really don’t give a shit They wanna hear a new song or some TV asshole. That’s what.. that’s what he is… live with it Sadness does not have a home I don’t care what you have to say Sadness does not have a home You tell me that you lost someone Sadness does not have a home People really don’t give a shit Sadness does not have a home They wanna hear a new song or some TV asshole. That’s what.. that’s what he is That’s what.. that’s what he is That’s what.. that’s what he is That’s what.. that’s what he is That’s what.. that’s what he is
Stephen Jones’ “Almost Cured of Sadness” is a good album.
Everybody’s nice. OK? Love the people, love the people Everybody’s nice Love the people, everybody’s nice. OK?
I wanna lay back and think about nothing (think about nothing) Empty my head Empty my head
I wanna lay back and think about nothing (I wanna lay back and think about nothing) This is a good day Good day in a bad world In bad world this a good day Good day in a bad world In bad world this a good day
I wanna get rid of my moral conscience All of that old school shit All of that old school
I wanna lay back and think about nothing Empty My Head Empty My Head
Good day in a bad world In bad world this a good day Good day in a bad world In bad world this a good day
OK. Not for you, not for me. For everybody. Everybody’s nice. OK? Everybody’s nice. OK? Love the people, love the people, love the people
Love the people, love the people
Sha la la la la la… Sha la la la la la… Sha la la la la la… Sha la la la la la …
Good day in a bad world In bad world this a good day Good day in a bad world In bad world this a good day
WIKI : “Sadier’s lyrics, in both French and English, often read like
highly condensed sociological texts, standing in deliberate and
distinct counterpoint to the lush hedonic pop sound of the band.
A prime example would be “Ping Pong” from Mars Audiac Quintet, which is
an explicit restating of Marxist theory concerning the relationship
between economic cycles and war cycles.”
How’d you like to keep her entertained on a first date?
it’s alright ‘cos the historical pattern has shown how the economical cycle tends to revolve in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop a slump and war then peel back to square one and back for more
bigger slump and bigger wars and a smaller recovery huger slump and greater wars and a shallower recovery
you see the recovery always comes ‘round again there’s nothing to worry for things will look after themselves it’s alright recovery always comes ‘round again there’s nothing to worry if things can only get better
there’s only millions that lose their jobs and homes and sometimes accents there’s only millions that die in their bloody wars, it’s alright
it’s only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing it’s only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing
it’s alright ‘cos the historical pattern has shown how the economical cycle tends to revolve in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop a slump and war then peel back to square one and back for more
bigger slump and bigger wars and a smaller recovery huger slump and greater wars and a shallower recovery
don’t worry be happy things will get better naturally don’t worry shut up sit down go with it and be happy
dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum… ah ah dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum… ah ah
But
I think maybe she’s too big for those britches – why don’t ya run back
to da university, baby, nobody wants to hear it. Why do ya always have
to stir up a controversy just for the sake of it?
Mission Accomplished!
Oh wait, you’re famous. Get her a mog artist page, pronto!
Fedge, I can’t recall the date, but about a year ago seem like a good guess.
And Kristiana, completely unrelated to your comment here, but I found it got a little personal, what with being one with my ASS BLOCKED ...
It’s
a little funny, actually, as I never posted a comment on his MOG , and
never even wound up in the same post as him until you shared Mumia’s
thoughts. Premptive strike, I suppose. His instincts assured him that I
was the type to really stir up the shit…
I
guess he’s only into cock-blocking because even my pathetic ass still
got away with posting another furry ball of sunshine over there.
Thanks, BX, for the clarification. Wow, my “edgy card” and “street cred” officially revoked in the same week. Now I know how Anna Nicole Smith felt.
Thank you, Fedge, for further clarification as well as some excellent artwork from one of my favorite films.
You
know what? I wish Sean Tejaratchi would come and insult me on MOG .
Hell, that guy could insult me at my own wedding telling me how fat I
look in my dress and it would be cool with me. At least he’d be funny
about it.
Many
of the funniest things I have ever read were written by Tej. I haven’t
been to the NetJerk Lounge in ages, which, I guess, means I’m doing
something wrong.
I
don’t know from art, Fedge, but that certainly is something to look at.
While I can recognize that the artist made it look easy, I had no idea
that was in spite of its difficulty. Thanks for the details.
WIKI : “Sadier’s lyrics, in both French and English, often read like
highly condensed sociological texts, standing in deliberate and
distinct counterpoint to the lush hedonic pop sound of the band.
A prime example would be “Ping Pong” from Mars Audiac Quintet, which is
an explicit restating of Marxist theory concerning the relationship
between economic cycles and war cycles.”
How’d you like to keep her entertained on a first date?
it’s alright ‘cos the historical pattern has shown how the economical cycle tends to revolve in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop a slump and war then peel back to square one and back for more
bigger slump and bigger wars and a smaller recovery huger slump and greater wars and a shallower recovery
you see the recovery always comes ‘round again there’s nothing to worry for things will look after themselves it’s alright recovery always comes ‘round again there’s nothing to worry if things can only get better
there’s only millions that lose their jobs and homes and sometimes accents there’s only millions that die in their bloody wars, it’s alright
it’s only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing it’s only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing
it’s alright ‘cos the historical pattern has shown how the economical cycle tends to revolve in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop a slump and war then peel back to square one and back for more
bigger slump and bigger wars and a smaller recovery huger slump and greater wars and a shallower recovery
don’t worry be happy things will get better naturally don’t worry shut up sit down go with it and be happy
dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum… ah ah dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum… ah ah
The
lyrics when sung are accented in a manner wholly different from the way
they’d be spoken. This, coupled with Sadier’s French accent, makes them
hard to decipher without a lyric sheet. Once you read them, you may
still find them hard to decipher.
But I think maybe she’s too big for those britches – why don’t ya
run back to da university, baby, nobody wants to hear it. Why do ya
always have to stir up a controversy just for the sake of it?
Mission Accomplished!
Oh wait, you’re famous. Get her a mog artist page, pronto!
Fedge, I can’t recall the date, but about a year ago seem like a good guess.
And Kristiana, completely unrelated to your comment here, but I found it got a little personal, what with being one with my ASS BLOCKED ...
It’s a little funny, actually, as I never posted a comment on his
MOG , and never even wound up in the same post as him until you shared
Mumia’s thoughts. Premptive strike, I suppose. His instincts assured
him that I was the type to really stir up the shit…
His “instincts”, shit. He’s the pussy who walked two miles out of his way to avoid the “bad kids”.
...
”…if you don’t like someone then BLOCK HIS / HER ASS and get on with
your bidness…I’ve had to do it on more than one occasion and can
honestly say that my instincts have served me well…the process is
plain-and-simple, short-and-sweet…I know we have some teenagers in here
but damn, son…”
“Bidness”. So street. And he knows who Kant is too, “son”.
“I
laughed and laughed at that little daisy chain of derision as it
clearly exemplifes the toxic twerp et al while at their scumbag lowest
common denominator, it’s vindication, yo—some people are too pathetic
for words…”
Yes, indeed, that Smoosh dwells far above name-calling on his own special, slingslangin’, educated-but-”street” cloud.
...
But wait: what is “baby with beards” if not a slur?
(SH spake: “I said, “I have not now, nor ever, had facial hair. I am sad. I feel excluded. Do I gotta go find a big ol’ Sharpie and draw that shit on or what?”
CP sez, ” ‘“I am sad. I feel excluded.’ …agreed.”
Am I just real dumb or does this make no fucking sense at all?”)
It would make sense if he expressed himself like a non-pussy.
He refers, ultra-obliquely, to the supposed “sour grapes” attitude
of the “Negs”, of whom I am a “prime example”. As though none have
basis for adjudging the likes of Smoosh and Oss as two-legged turds but
their own jealousy at the boys’ overwhelming gifts.
So, no, it makes no sense, dear. And it makes no sense on at least
two levels. The boys in the lab are examining it for further traces of
pussified nonsensicalness. We feel confident that a third or fourth
will be uncovered. For the time being, we express gratitude to Ms.
Hegemon, who has increased the common store of knowledge with her
discovery of the strain of inanity which allows Smoosh to use (the
increasingly tiring) “babies with beards” as a catch all for
“immaturity” on a website hosting ...a large number of females of
varying degrees of theoretically Smoosh-appraisable maturity.
Maybe he was traumatized as a child by The Bearded Lady, and now he sees them everywhere.
I
guess he’s only into cock-blocking because even my pathetic ass still
got away with posting another furry ball of sunshine over there.
Thanks, BX, for the clarification. Wow, my “edgy card” and “street cred” officially revoked in the same week. Now I know how Anna Nicole Smith felt.
Also, Dude, “SmooshPliers” is not the preferred nomenclature any longer.
“ShmushPliers”, please.
...
“Smoosh” is uncomfortably similar to the first half of the screen
name of a much-respected MOGger. I would like to avoid any confusion
here, if I can help it.
...
I’d hate to make an ash of myself by mistakenly naming one when I meant the other.
Thank you, Fedge, for further clarification as well as some excellent artwork from one of my favorite films.
You know what? I wish Sean Tejaratchi would come and insult me on
MOG . Hell, that guy could insult me at my own wedding telling me how
fat I look in my dress and it would be cool with me. At least he’d be
funny about it.
I
love the kicky, pop art evocation of the swirling ashes. Very nice. And
for the specialist, nice work on the can. The ridges and the logo are
each fully rendered without one impinging on the other. A tough task in
this silhouette style, I can tell you. Retaining a likeness of a person in this style is hard, too. The artist here made it look easy.
Many
of the funniest things I have ever read were written by Tej. I haven’t
been to the NetJerk Lounge in ages, which, I guess, means I’m doing
something wrong.
Thanks for the link Smooth. Here’s his infamous Harry Potter film review.
...
WELCOME BACK , POTTER Sea Elves, Blind Robots, Thai Prostitutes BY SEAN TEJARATCHI
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets dir. Columbus Opens Fri Nov 15
In
the second film based on the books by J.K. Rowling, young sorcerer
Harry Potter (Daniel Radcliffe) awakes on a dirty fishing trawler,
suffering from amnesia and pinworms. Quarantined in the ship’s hold, he
is befriended by the ship’s gardener, a former Thai prostitute with
secrets of his own. From a tiny book implanted beneath his skin, Harry
learns of his schooling at Hogwart’s. Despite the book’s dire warnings,
Harry returns to find the academy empty, his classmates and teachers
alive, but frozen inside the school’s computer lab. After freeing his
friends Hermione (Emma Watson) and Ron Weasely (Rupert Grint), Harry
digitizes himself and prepares to face the Master Computer Programme
(played by Patrick MacGoohan), the electronic overlord that has
enslaved the minds of Hogwart’s faculty and students in order to
magically crack military encryption codes and gain control of the
world’s nuclear arsenal.
Director Chris Columbus stays faithful to Rowling’s wildly
imaginative tale, bringing to life a horde of lascivious sea elves, a
robotic blind man, an enchanted elevator that doesn’t move at all (or
does it?), a hatchback that drives on the wrong side of the road, and a
shrieking diaper that may or may not hold the key to Harry’s identity.
The film is a wonderfully giddy rollercoaster ride from start to
finish, climaxing in a breathtaking chase on digital broomsticks across
a glowing grid.
Darker in tone than The Sorcerer’s Stone, The Chamber of Secrets
(originally titled Welcome Back, Potter!) stumbles slightly in parts. A
sequence in which a power-mad Harry pulverizes the skull of a talkative
school chum, gouges out and eats the boy’s eyes, and then laughingly
urinates into the empty sockets, may disturb younger children. David
Caruso’s cameo as a nude unicorn jockey might also be problematic for
those under six. Another misstep is the use of a two-foot-high,
foam-rubber puppet to replace the late actor Richard Harris, who died
of misadventure halfway through filming.
Still, these flaws are minor, and hardly detract from what amounts
to a cinematic tour de force, a triumph of storytelling that will charm
and excite the most jaded child. Welcome back, Potter, indeed!
I
don’t know from art, Fedge, but that certainly is something to look at.
While I can recognize that the artist made it look easy, I had no idea
that was in spite of its difficulty. Thanks for the details.
Thanks
for putting that up. I didn’t ever get to see the last two comments
because my internet was down Monday night and most of Tuesday. It’s
pretty annoying that all the comments he made were erased. Now we just
look like we have a collective imaginary friend.
It
just happened that I left the browser window open from before he was
erased. So I just copied the source code from that window and put it
into the comment box here and it came out mostly right, but some of the
formatting is a little off.
You
see, the thing is, the thing is that I sit down to make a music related
post. When I sit down to make a music related post I often think to
myself, I think, “I’d better give that song a quick listen before I
start saying things about it.” So I give that song a quick listen, then
another listen, then a listen to the song that comes after, then the
next thing you know… I join the field hockey team.
‘cause you cocked your head to shoot me down and I don’t give a damn about you and this town no more…
OH NO !
It’s
like that thing where you are teetering on the bring of alcoholism, you
can recognize that fact, and you think to yourself, “it would probably
be best if I wasn’t an alcoholic. That would probably be best.” You
think that, but you also think that maybe you might, you just might be
wrong. Maybe alcoholism is way more than it’s cracked up to be. Being
drunk is fun, so being drunk all the time, hopelessly addicted to
alcohol, that’s like having fun all the time. Why would anyone think
that enjoying every single moment of life is the wrong thing to do? God
only knows…
Comments
perfect, X. thanks again.
The pleasure is, in fact, all mine.