Fuck You, Mountain
Somehow I doubt The Shamen will be involved:
Somehow I doubt The Shamen will be involved:
Semi-Random Friday Music
WHEREBY Your Montag traverses the myspace music scene, follows the trail of comments from one page to the next and picks out the song I like best from each artist. (This edition and prior examples of this endeavor can be found by clicking over to the category.)
Clicking the red text is to experience the anticipation of crossing a musty threshold and descending grungy stairs to some place, below street level, in the old downtown district, with thick arched foundations crafted from ancient brick, where secret societies once conspired for control of local commerce, which now serves a different purpose: as the artist’s myspace music page.
…and there I stopped— what, a month ago? —when I set out to compose this list.
Rather than continuing today down the path to Hair Rock Proper, (or Butt Rock, whichever you prefer,) let’s follow another hot tip from TNG regarding the construction of world stomping robots…
Your Montag’s top four for those of you who just don’t take enough time for yourselves, and won’t stick around long enough for all nine: 5, 6, 1 and 8.
Suggestions? If you know of, (or are,) a myspace music artist that might value the exposure that a glancing mention on a D-list blog can bring, leave a comment here or correspond with me via electronic mail.
Bonus Awesome Video: By way of Our Own Fehlleistungen, here is Pistol Valve:
Yes! [End transmission.]
What I did over my summer vacation:
“So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that’s on the worst day of my life.”
“What about today? Is today the worst day of your life?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow, that’s messed up.”
IMDb: Office Space (1999) – Memorable quotes
Also in the world today: Amazon.com emails Your Montag to tell there’s a sale on the CD-ROM “New Classic Edition” of Orwell’s 1984.
[Emphasis (i.e. links) added.] Product Description
Orwell depicts a gray, totalitarian world in which privacy does not exist, news is manufactured according to the authorities’ will, and those with unorthodox ideas are brainwashed or put to death. Orwell’s 1949 nightmare vision of the world we were becoming is still the great modern classic of negative Utopia. [Amazon.com: 1984: New Classic Edition]
What “negative”? I for one embrace our future totalitarian overlords.
It’s the same principle as the You Bought Your House Years Ago and Paid for It In Full but Your Property Value Increased So You’re Now Obligated to Pay Taxes You Can’t Afford Principle:
The 21-year-old New York man said Tuesday he had no choice but to sell the ball — several people told him he would be taxed on the souvenir just for holding on to it.
“It wasn’t hard. It was simple math. I’m upset by the decision I had to make,” Murphy said. “I wanted to keep it. I’m young. I don’t have the bank account. … It would have cost me a lot more to keep it.” [Associated Press: Bonds' 756th ball going to auction]
UPDATE: Now that I have said that: is it true? Are the “several people [who] told him he would be taxed on the souvenir,” correct? Or is this story malarkey?
“What happened at the brig was essentially the destruction of a human being’s mind.”
[Democracy Now! An Inside Look at How U.S. Interrogators Destroyed the Mind of Jose Padilla.]
Even if he really is guilty of filling out an Al-Quaeda job application, what We did to Jose Padilla is wrong.
Does you think OFFAL lacks either the colossal wrecking balls of recklessness, or the sublime stubidity of dumbnessness required to carry out that-which-iz-implied in thist artickle?
No?
Well, I told you to fucking do something about it. MOAR THAN ONCE.
Sincerely,
Your Constituent Montag

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