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well anyways -- that function has returned i've updated the site with Cool Gay Band Names, i found that image [the gay one] and since he's wearing a black shirt, not purple, i re-did the whole site in bisexual colors |
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"Is it possible that LSD turns Human into Puppy, Homosexuality thinks its Dognapping, and Goa Trance is a Monkey using a chisel on your brain?" I asked. Quebis paused a moment, thinking carefuly before he repled. "I certainly can't rule it out." ...well, i don't need Elmer for that part, in any case. LSD doesn't literally give you a mind like a child, but you're in a state where stuff can wire wide 'n' deep. like how young children can learn piano more rapidly than a middle-aged man. Homosexuality thinking it's Dognapping refers to how a middle age, god-fearin' man like Elmer can feel like homosexuality is an evil that bags people and carries them off like gypsies -- and the only reason he thinks this is because he, himself, was bagged and carted off by... christians Goa Trance represents repetition (which involves rhythm, by definition). If you go around stressing on how seductive homosexuality can be, and telling stories of how some young lad went into the gutter, well -- eventually, some of those stories will start to intrigue you. you'll feel the tug of the gay and preach anti-gay harder -- and pretty soon, you're ted haggard. When you weren't even really that gay at all to start, you just fixated on it and so that's where you went the monkey with the chisel represents reconditioning, and the fucking repetitive kickdrum in goa trance. i don't actually hate goa. i was listening to infected mushroom the other day. but i had a moment where i turned it down, because i thought: "someone else might hear that fucking repetitive kick drum" and the idea was embarrassing enough to me that i turned it down. alone in the house, by myself goa. trance |
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oh. that happened then too, didn't it? that whole alone in the house, but... it's trance, sssh i wonder if that was the last time i listened to infected mushroom? on the other end -- i'm just working on my silly little band name list for the site and i get to gay bands and i think of that photo of aphex [the gay one] and this is how i am with samples: it tumbles out of the back of my brain, and ok, i need this. this exact image. the idea of not having this image there is now impossibru then i come up with some version of the image caption that's up on the site now. i start noodling with it, then it's a paragraph. i think: "oh! the website should have articles. because people like content" and if anything, this was my mistake. just continuing on without questioning does it actually make any fucking sense to press on with this as an article? pretty soon i think: well, who's writing this shit anyways? and then we could get into the name "elmer ezekiel pretzel" too. it's even better than i meant in retrospect. but ok, there, that's where i put elmer on the job but i really think this is infected mushroom's fault. i certainly had "infected bathroom" on that list before i got into any of this |
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if i started talking about the last time i listened to infected mushroom back then too then we've found it. i put on infected mushroom, then it was close enough to (or perhaps even during) listening to infected mushroom that expanding the caption into a paragraph triggered the idea of this being an article, and from there the rest continued to tumble out so long as i kept writing. |
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i still haven't gone and found it; checked any of this. but i also remember describing to someone how i could see the bar in my head and pulled the plug because i was about to see the bar patrons if i kept going or such -- and, similar, i stopped dead where i was; pulled the plug. that is, frankly, a reflex from years of tripping and whoa hang on buddy, stop right there. you might be about to go over the edge, here i think i also spoke about how i saw this all as images in my head, like, camera shots, pretty sure. that when i'm writing, i'll see it in my head and, then, you know, write what i see. obviously, nowhere near all of my mental image makes it into the writing. but i guarantee you, that is the exact same set of camera shots i saw before, going into the bar and such. if the story matches, anyways. the image comes back to me and i type it up similarly. i'm about to step in it and i make the same decision to stop at the same point. what i don't recall is precisely how i got to writing it last time, or how much before the bar scene matches what i've written this time. that, if anything, is what i can't want to dig up. because it will be very easy to put those side by side and i'm sure i'll promptly explode, at that point, with things i notice are different (or aren't) and why. dammit. the interesting stuff always happens when i'm behind on work. so i'm just going to leave the cork in that now; if i go find that shit now, i could still be writing about it eight hours from now |
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oh hello! let's tune into reality. this domain expires in two days, some other shit will be crucially fucked... oh! hey! about then too. super. let's ask for a monday meeting. and then i'm hearing the dreaded words, "wife is very pregnant" and this phrase means you're about to lose a lot of the time someone gave you, if not all of it. irritating enough when it's friends, but this is the guy paying me and what the shit. if his wife gives birth tomorrow and cascades all my shit, is this proof god hates me? "hate him back," my sampler brain replies, "it works for me." and this is my brain giving me a good sample for a track in response to some gallows humor when your car gets a flat tire, you get out, give it the once over, then scream GODDAMIT! FUCK! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! but not at all does it occur to you to blame the car, right? you're cussing out life, god, connecticut's deplorable infrastructure, whatever. but not the car. so it is here. GODDAMIT! FUCK! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! and the flat tire is this situation is the miracle of birth |
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but the site is, i dunno, becoming a thing, somewhat. i'm probably visually better with html and css than i am at drawing. perhaps what i opt to draw needs work, but if i all border:8px double in electric blue, that's really going to make elmer's highway roadsign pop in the right way ...i put elmer in charge of an html table. elmer's in charge of dan's records now. elmer's trying to figure out who dan is i fell through the caption under aphex, down the rabbit hole, climbed back out. with colors his shirt was black, not purple, so now the whole site is bisexual purple. aphex wears purple quite a bit, purple is a fruit, so you can see how we projected purple onto that image [the gay one]. some of the better tidbits are, have been, were be, am, exfiltrate from my bile of plather and dropped into the middle like samples there is no point to this, it's more like -- oh, fuck all this shit, i want to go try putting this quote there, that might look nice. it'd be cool if my shit isn't fucked too but whatever i am satisfied with the balance of obnoxious blues and pinks on top of black raspberry. i'll show those xanax fuckers how to use pink properly |
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To be fair, I think Xtronic is your website now, Dave. |
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oh hell no. that's way too much hassle |
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discordogs is a pretty good website for 2003 don't you think? |
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i was all [homer simpson voice] "OH MY GAWD" it's 2003 and i have to bust out the <hr> tag who the fuck uses that anymore |
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if his wife gives birth tomorrow and cascades all my shit, is this proof god hates me? "hate him back," my sampler brain replies, "it works for me." and this is my brain giving me a good sample for a track in response to some gallows humor i mean that last part absolutely, totally literally. my brain replies "this sample is perfect" and i hear the audio play back in my head and it's like the daft judge wig guy throwing bruce willis the pool ball instead of the grenade in 5th element |
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discordogs, right! a lot of: well i could this. i could that like "oh games" and i think "right candyshack" then "we don't have the budget for that" and games go back up on the shelf out of the back of my brain just now, however, comes... do i still have the TI-85 BASIC version of drugwar somewhere? could i just port that into PHP and make it, like, slinging 303s or soundclot followers or... well, i'd figure this out later, point being putting the BASIC code for that on one screen and hacking up a shitty acid-theme port in PHP -- we just might have the budget for this and then it's actually possible to waste 15-20 minutes on the site at a time and then say "that wasn't bad and i'm stuck on the tram" and watch out mark zuckerbird |
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