Archive for October, 2002

Where Strides The Behemoth

Thursday, October 31st, 2002

Some people don’t get metal. I can understand that, it’s an aesthetic thing, and metal takes a little more effort than most other forms of music, aside from country of course. You got to be ready for the Metal.
So for those of you who will never know the bliss of metal, you can live [...]

Letter from Dad

Wednesday, October 30th, 2002

Dear Children,
I was thinking about getting a house for a week this summer at St. George,
like we did a few years ago. I need to reserve it soon, and I was wondering
if there were any weeks in the summer that were not good for you. Please let
me know at your earliest convenience.
Dad

thiopropanal-S-oxide lollipops?

Tuesday, October 29th, 2002

Why fentanyl and not some raging hallucinogenic? Perhaps because the airborne derivative works within seconds, rendering the subject unconscious or, uhh, a little worse than was expected, a little beyond unconscious. Well, I don’t think anyone has ever argued the brute force of the Russians…
Fentanyl is not only a powerful chemical weapons incapacitant but [...]

gansta DOS

Thursday, October 24th, 2002

Today I rose before the sun did. That’s quite unusual for me since I’m usually not at peak until 1am or so.
A series of several dreams were the perpetrators that roused me from a deep sleep at about 5am. In the first I was running a race through Atlanta, only there were all of these [...]

Stars of the Lid

Wednesday, October 23rd, 2002

Pop music is infectious, but sometimes it leaves one yearning for higher sources.
That’s where projects like Stars of the Lid come in. They offer absolution for all of your trivial pop sins. Structures churn and shape endlessly in a primordial state, initiated from guitars, reinvented by racks and racks of effects. Evolving [...]

Read this blog or you will die in 7 days

Tuesday, October 22nd, 2002

I’ve got a great idea for a movie. In this movie, anyone who sends spam, chain letters or telemarkets in anyway will die in seven days. Exactly seven days, no excuses. Death will be horrific. Actually screw it, make it 24hrs.
But that’s not sexy enough for Hollywood. So instead how bout teenagers dropping dead, [...]

Blood n’ Fire: not an art gallery

Thursday, October 17th, 2002

The past few years have seen the short strip of MLK from Oakland cemetery to 75 gather a strange variety of characters and lifestyles. From factory lofts to hip art space throwdowns to Eyedrum, Atlanta’s premium avant-garde club/gallery (Kirin in a can?), MLK has seen it’s share of Atl style gentrification.
Recently I’ve noticed [...]

Aibo: terrorist or enthusiast?

Monday, October 14th, 2002

The Finnish suicide bomber, like any terrorist or enthusiast in general, got his info from the internet, in a chat room for DIY explosives.
It’s easy. The Anarchist Cookbook is no longer relevant or necessary. Expert instructions for creating anything dangerous or illicit are just a clickety-click away.
Does this mean that the Apocalype will be initiated [...]

Allergy Boy discovers source of all misery

Saturday, October 12th, 2002

According to this last months National Geographic allergies and hygiene are proportionally related. Of course knowing this doesn’t do me any good, as I must continue to rely on a daily dose of Zyrtec to remain sniffle free.

Why are allergies becoming so common? Some scientists theorize that our lives aren’t dirty enough. Hygiene, says one [...]

realbeer me

Tuesday, October 8th, 2002

Do everything from home. Go to MIT , or heck, why don’t you order some beer and watch the game or fill out your fantasy dating picks for the week? Even though we’ve seen the demise of WebVan these post-Dot-whatever days are surely promising enough.
Now I can get drunk and skip class without [...]