Saturday, June 24, 2006

Ohayo gozaimasu, Unchi-kun!

I'm not exactly looking forward to toilet training Kei, but it's obviously something we must eventually do. Fortunately, there are plenty of training aids out there to help us along.We already have The Gas We Pass: The Story of Farts as well as Everyone Poops, and I'm sure we'll probably pick up a couple of other titles as we toil along in our parenting endeavors.

It appears that there are some excellent training videos available in Japan—now we just need someone to dub these gems in English so we can use them with our daughter! Personally, I could deal with (and prefer) subtitles, but you know, um, she can't read yet... Still, she might be able to comprehend what's going on just by watching the video, though, so I might still show them to her when the time comes, if not only for comedic value.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Kill a Fucking Dell



I've been a Mac user since the beginning, but until the past couple of years, I wasn't the "Macs rule, PCs suck" kinda guy. Basically, I'm sick of dealing with rampant virus issues, trojan horses, adware, spam, etc... Fuck it. I'll stay with my Mac.

So here's a little movie I made of my coworker, Redneck T, smashing one of two Dell servers we were getting rid of at work. Photos of the execution of server #1 may be found here.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Square Afro, Bad Brain



Check out this video of The Paul Green School of Rock Music kids covering a couple of Bad Brains tunes. Pretty badass stuff. I never saw another band cover Bad Brains this dead-on...

Also, here's another great cover by the PGSOR, Devo's Uncontrollable Urge. It starts off a little rough, but they kick it into overdrive. It gives me goosebumps, it do.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Time, the Great Deceiver

I was just reading this page wherein bits of The Beatles are picked apart (to good effect)... The line that got me reads, "A decade before Dee Dee Ramone canonized it, I Saw Her Standing There left Paul's "One, two three, FAAH!" in, just blowing up little transistor radio speakers everywhere."

Only ten years between The Beatles and The Ramones? I never really thought about it that way.

What stopped me here was the fact that, in my mind, the space between 1963 and 1973—or, as it would apply to me, maybe 1968 to 1978—seems like light years as compared to the time between 1970 and 1980. Or to really drive the point home, 1990 and 2000. Know whut I mean?

Does time seemed sped up to me because of the cultural changes and awakenings that occured during the 60s and 70s, or is it because I'm just getting old? Is it because of media and technology advances that time seems shorter, or that I'm just far more aware and serious than in my youth? Why do those years seem to have taken so much longer to live that the past decade? The first twenty years of my life seemed to drag on forever, but it seems that between the ages of, say, twenty-five and my presently perched forty-one have flown by. People I haven't seen for fifteen years? Seems like I talked to them yesterday. My five-year-old friend Maurice, the first black kid who I saw bleed blood as red as my own after a playground accident, immediately making me question my parents' teaching that blacks are black and we are white? It's like he never existed but in a foggy dream in the bowels of my mind. Time's some crazy shit.

Okay, I'm gonna go eat some oatmeal and drink more coffee.