Remember when I was thinking of a good Great Recession song? Of course! Foreclosure of a Dream!
Back when Megadeth was cool. Fuck yes. And man is it eerie how appropriate this is considering it is from 1992. I wish I had been pimping this song 2 years ago!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Bears riding the subway?
OK, not quite bears. But check out this article from the Financial Times about Moscow's feral dogs who apparently ride the subway.
Every so often, you would see one waiting on a metro platform. When the train pulled up, the dog would step in, scramble up to lie on a seat or sit on the floor if the carriage was crowded, and then exit a few stops later.
Yeah, you would think that in Russia it would be bears riding the subway, commuting to work for the circus or something. But I'll take it. Oh, and there's video.
Turn the sound off for this first one, it is just horrible lo-fi subway hiss.
So yeah. In Japan cats run train stations, and in Russia dogs commute to work. I think we are not getting enough productivity out of our pets. Maybe we could train parrots to work in call centers? Come on America, we are falling behind in the pet arms race.
Every so often, you would see one waiting on a metro platform. When the train pulled up, the dog would step in, scramble up to lie on a seat or sit on the floor if the carriage was crowded, and then exit a few stops later.
Yeah, you would think that in Russia it would be bears riding the subway, commuting to work for the circus or something. But I'll take it. Oh, and there's video.
Turn the sound off for this first one, it is just horrible lo-fi subway hiss.
So yeah. In Japan cats run train stations, and in Russia dogs commute to work. I think we are not getting enough productivity out of our pets. Maybe we could train parrots to work in call centers? Come on America, we are falling behind in the pet arms race.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Bloc music
You'll notice another new linky on the sidebar. This time I am proud to give you music from the Soviet Union. It has some real gems. Not only can you get popular music from the USSR from the 40s up to the 80s, but there are posters and speeches and whatnot. Oh, did I mention posters?
Alcohol, the enemy of production!
Alcohol, the enemy of production!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
A new link
Check out the new linky for cheapwinereviews.com. This is the sort of resource we need. In honor of this I bought a cheap wine and will drink it and review it here.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
The internet is weird
My girlfriend dragged me to see Avatar. I didn't want to see it until I saw a news report about people becoming depressed that the planet Pandora isn't real and they can't really go there. Ok, so I saw it. I was sitting in the theater thinking I'll bet you someone has started making Na'vi porn. Well good news kids, the internet doesn't disappoint. I present to you http://navi-porn.blogspot.com/
Mind = blown!
Mind = blown!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Desert Visions
This time of year I tend to dream about Las Vegas. I'm fascinated with the city. A playground for adults. Demolished and rebuilt every thirty years. Made of dreams and stardust.
I am not a gambler, but I appreciate the allure of gambling. There is a thrill in winning that is like seducing a woman or jumping from a plane. The promise of winning is irresistible to some. There is, as everyone with the travel channel knows, more to Las Vegas than gambling. But aquarium and roller coasters aside, Vegas is full of sin.
For some reason, come January I am jonesin' for Sin City. I listen to trance music from Buckley. I visualize the desert. The light is always golden, just like the dreams of the city.
I have no get rich quick dreams. I just want to drink poolside underneath the Eiffel Tower. I want to have a Tony Soprano moment in the desert away from the strip. I want to waltz into a club after having finished my pint and tossing it at the door on my way in and laugh at all the full price drinkers. No open intox laws in Sin City.
Is this real? Does this enchanted fantasyland really exist? Or is this a mirage of dreams and stardust? I have seen this vision with my own eyes. It is real.
I am not a gambler, but I appreciate the allure of gambling. There is a thrill in winning that is like seducing a woman or jumping from a plane. The promise of winning is irresistible to some. There is, as everyone with the travel channel knows, more to Las Vegas than gambling. But aquarium and roller coasters aside, Vegas is full of sin.
For some reason, come January I am jonesin' for Sin City. I listen to trance music from Buckley. I visualize the desert. The light is always golden, just like the dreams of the city.
I have no get rich quick dreams. I just want to drink poolside underneath the Eiffel Tower. I want to have a Tony Soprano moment in the desert away from the strip. I want to waltz into a club after having finished my pint and tossing it at the door on my way in and laugh at all the full price drinkers. No open intox laws in Sin City.
Is this real? Does this enchanted fantasyland really exist? Or is this a mirage of dreams and stardust? I have seen this vision with my own eyes. It is real.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The Zoo
I've never been a fan of zoos. I can't think of a more depressing place to visit recreationally. Still, it is an interesting diversion to visit in the dead of winter. I like to see this guy:
Mister Otter is a curious fellow. When I stoop low, he descends lower in the pool to meet me. If I move to one side he adjusts his velocity to meet me. Always with a curiosity in his eyes.
At least Mister Otter has it good. When I visit the apes I can't help but think I am looking at my primitive self. Instead of trapped in a cubicle, he is trapped in a glass house. While it certainly is not hell for the beasts, isn't it a depressing thing to see? Isn't a cubicle farm depressing?
I go and watch them, hoping we might amuse each other. Maybe he will put on a display and piss in my direction. I think we both would laugh at that. But he doesn't. We both stare off in boredom.
The zoo in this town is free, so I will come back and visit Mister Otter again. I wonder how smart otters are. Are they as smart as a dog? Surely they are as smart as a cat. Can they recognize boozehounds visually?
Mister Otter is a curious fellow. When I stoop low, he descends lower in the pool to meet me. If I move to one side he adjusts his velocity to meet me. Always with a curiosity in his eyes.
At least Mister Otter has it good. When I visit the apes I can't help but think I am looking at my primitive self. Instead of trapped in a cubicle, he is trapped in a glass house. While it certainly is not hell for the beasts, isn't it a depressing thing to see? Isn't a cubicle farm depressing?
I go and watch them, hoping we might amuse each other. Maybe he will put on a display and piss in my direction. I think we both would laugh at that. But he doesn't. We both stare off in boredom.
The zoo in this town is free, so I will come back and visit Mister Otter again. I wonder how smart otters are. Are they as smart as a dog? Surely they are as smart as a cat. Can they recognize boozehounds visually?
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