This is my blogchalk:
United States, North Carolina, Carrboro, English, Paul, Male, 56-60, All Music, All Food.

Subscribe to this blog in Radio:

Thursday, January 29, 2004

Day 334 Of Torture   Khalid Sheikh Mohammed finally confesses to implanting NASA engineers’ brains with nanotechnology implants bouncing ultraviolet BSE waves from Moon Base Alpha to Mars, ricocheting off Satan’s ass into the cosmos, then refocusing in Lord Hutton’s bladder, inexplicably dissipating again over Japan, and finally swooping down like a demonic flock of buzzards possessing the soul of John Kerry, rendering him “unelectable.”  7:17:35 PM    comment []

Word to the RIAA.   Guys, if you want people to buy your crummy CDS, stop gluing them shut with these useless sticky thingies! People are downloading music because they’re sick and tired of spending 5 minutes to get to their music after they’ve paid for it, not because they’re criminals. Oh, and bring the prices down too. Your lame excuse for charging so much for CDs; the cost of technology, the nearly perfect fidelity, and media just ain’t cutting it anymore – the bottom has dropped out of those costs and there is no rationale whatsoever to explain why CDs cost as much as they did 5 years ago, 10 years ago, and 15 years ago.   That said, this Howard Tate CD was worth the trouble and money. It helps if you record people who are talented in the first place. Otis, Sam, and Marvin died tragically many years ago and James Brown is in jail again, but there are some old-timers like Howard who can still belt out a bellyful of soul even if their faces aren’t so pretty anymore. This guy's gonna win a Grammy and he ain't even on a major label. Hah! 6:10:20 PM    comment []

The Man From Nantucket   Wife: Where have you been? Husband: I was working late on the new project Wife: (sniffing) What’s that - strange perfume?…and there’s lipstick on your collar! Husband: There will be always unresolved ambiguity here.   Another curious meme has entered the lexicon, “unresolved ambiguity.” It rolls off the tongue effervescently, like “plausible deniability,” doesn’t it? You’d almost think the very same people came up with both expressions.   Both expressions nearly rhyme with “accountability” and could be shoehorned into an anapestic meter with minimal effort - you could write a limerick if there weren’t so many derned syllables! Too bad, potential 3rd and 4th lines, such as “Makes night out of day, turns black into gray,” roll off the tongue smoothly too.  5:26:33 PM    comment []