Sunday, January 13, 2008

Everybody Smooch Comcast! Now, Wash Your Mouth!

I dunno, maybe they wear nice lip gloss....

S0 first, Juno.  This movie is odd, uncomfortable, something megan would force tyler to watch while sunning-in his curly locks... thus, delightful. Don't pay monies to cronies for your viewing experience: take a dump on those arcane business models and fuckin' grab that shit from the FTP! I've completely traded in that new media, crinkly wrapper, over-stickered, over-packaged, plastic smelling high that comes from "legitimate" intellectual property procurement for a new kind of glee. This feeling I want to pin down is the deep-spinal arpeggiation I feel when worthless suburban bandwidth finds form and meaning in my waiting hands. With every byte I upload, still more with each imaginary byte that you and they download, I fill with bits upon bits upon bits of ethereal pirate fairy dust. I don't need to scrape up my pennies for extra plastic widgets and make lemonade out of a fairly gross, wasteful situation which only the music makes tolerable, reasonable; I piss a wide stream of it down a laser tube and into your awaiting mout... i mean minds... Anyway, I ramble...


How about some SCARY DEPRESSING SHIT!
1. This is another list. Just making sure you noticed. 
2. Computers are scary. The past is repeating itself. 
 

3. This is slightly scarier, though, at least there will be women. Ha ha, suckas!


4. This is ridiculous... 


5. This is disturbing. Not the events so much as the fucking commentary. (I also kinda wish that digg wouldn't give away my punchline like that.)


Thanks ladies and gents. Try not to sever thine own pretty heads, goodnight. 

1 comment:

Ty said...

Oh heat, dry out my brains...