Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
Disco Stu likes Disco Music!
Have you ever wandered what that disco song they keep using in the Simpsons is? Well, wonder no more, for here you may behold the campy horrors of Disco Tex and his Sex-o-Lettes with 1975’s Get Dancin’
Disco Stu likes Disco Music!
All I can hear out the window is the sound of angle grinders.
FADADES is coming to get me!!
Once again I really must apologise for yesterday’s post. It’s just that bad poetry really gets to me. Particularly bad poetry inflicted on the public by the privileged.
It’s my problem, I’ll deal with it.
I was thinking maybe I’ll scrawl the following onto a slate tile and post it to the manager of the markets with a cover letter saying “I understand you’re accepting donations of pieces of rock decorated with poorly rhymed political manifestos and would like to contribute to the collection”…
One day I want to be the king,
So I can own everything,
Except for swans it seems,
Which I’m told belong to Elizabeth the Queen,
And so one day you must give everything,
To the person who is your king,
By which I mean me,
See?
In the meantime, here’s this.
There’s a new market opened up in Morley, in the old Coventry’s building.
Outside the new market in the old Coventry’s building is a giant lump of iron ore.
On the giant lump of iron ore outside the new market in the old Coventry’s building is a plaque.
On the plaque on the giant lump of iron ore outside the new market in the old Coventry’s building is a group of words that the very charitable might concede to describe as something resembling a poem.
A poem apparently written by mining magnate Gina Rhinehart….
Our Future
The globe is sadly groaning with debt, poverty and strife
And billions now are pleading to enjoy a better life
Their hope lies with resources buried deep within the earth
And the enterprise and capital which give each project worth
Is our future threatened with massive debts run up by political hacks
Who dig themselves out by unleashing rampant tax
The end result is sending Australian investment, growth and jobs offshore
This type of direction is harmful to our core
Some envious unthinking people have been conned
To think prosperity is created by waving a magic wand
Through such unfortunate ignorance, too much abuse is hurled
Against miners, workers and related industries who strive to build the world
Develop North Australia, embrace multiculturalism and welcome short term foreign workers to our shores
To benefit from the export of our minerals and ores
The world’s poor need our resources: do not leave them to their fate
Our nation needs special economic zones and wiser government, before it is too late.
Now you’re going to have to excuse me here, because bad poetry is something that really gets up my nose, to the point of making me almost irrational. So I beg your forgiveness in advance for the tone of what I’m about to type…
WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? WHAT IS THIS FUCKING CRAP PIECE OF SHIT DOING IN A PUBLIC SPACE!?!?!?!?!?! WHAT IN GOD’S NAME MAKES GINA FUCKING RHINEHART THINK SHE’S CAPABLE OF WRITING GODDAMED FUCKING POETRY WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST CONCEPTION OF METER AND/OR SCANSION AND THAT THE PUSTULANT CRAP PRODUCED IS WORTHY OF BEING PUT ON PUBLIC FUCKING DISPLAY!?!?!?! IF A FUCKING TWELVE YEAR OLD HANDED THIS IN TO ME AS POETRY I’D TELL THEM TO FUCKING REWRITE IT!!!!!! YOU CANT JUST FUCKING ARRANGE A BUNCH OF FUCKING RUN ON SENTENCES OF WILDLY VARIABLE FUCKING LENGTH AND STRESS INTO COUPLETS AND CALL IT POETRY FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!!
FUCK!!!!!
Ahem. Sorry about that. Meter is something trivially easy to get your head around, yet so many people seem to be completely incapable of comprehending it, and it really gets me steamed.
Obviously đŸ˜€
A somewhat more reasoned critical analysis of Rhineharts lyrical atrocity may be read here.
Have fun!
I’ve been posting a lot of 40k stuff recently, mainly because I have so little else going on in my life. I’ve been meaning to cut down on it, but I just can’t help letting this through because it’s so freaking brilliant…
Have fun!
Well, Whitney Houston’s gone. I could try and say something profound, but to be perfectly honest her music never meant anything to me so her passing really doesn’t affect me in any way. Which is not to say that I don’t care that she’s dead – just that I don’t care any more than I would for any random human who’s passed away too young, leaving people behind who’ll now be mourning for them.
Anyway, here’s this…
Despite saying that I didn’t have time to spend on such idiotic things, I still managed to waste my Saturday making this…
So ashamed! ;D
Here we see another performance from the incomparable, castle-dwelling, laser-building, French master of metal, FADADES!!
Unlike some of his other more ‘abstract’ videos, this one has an easily comprehensible plot. The alien FADADES comes to Earth and lands his spaceship in Egypt. Here he discovers that his precious ice keeps melting in the desert heat. This angers him, and as lightning flashes across the sky (no doubt a result of the disturbance caused by his ship plunging through the atmosphere) he curses. “BAD ICE!! DIE ICE!!” he shrieks over and over again.
Hey, it makes as much sense as anything else…
For those not keeping track, this month is the 25th anniversary of Warhammer 40,000 – the first edition (the legendary Rogue Trader) being released in February 1987. Games Workshop is celebrating with events at their stores worldwide and is taking every opportunity to squeeze as much money as they can out of us poor devotees.
In comemoration of this momentous event I would very much like to make a celebratory video and whack it up on YouTube. Unfortunately, while I believe I would be entirely capable of making it, I simply don’t have the time to waste on something so stupid, and as such I shall merely describe it here…
We open with the 25th anniversary Aquila against a dark background. A frighteningly deep voice intones “In the grim darkness of the 41st millenium there is only….. DANCE!”. The rest of the video consists of animated representatives of every army in the game doing the Caramelldansen against a series of apocalyptic backgrounds – except for an Imperial Commissar who insists on dancing to Falco instead.
Now c’mon, can you deny that such a video would be teh awesum?
Well, yes, you probably can.
In any case, here are examples of the ridiculous kinds of videos that inspired this ridiculous idea, for your enjoyment/torture…
You know it’s a shame that All Yours by Metric is associated with bloody-wooby-crap-sparkly-vampire movies, because it’s actually a fantastic love song.
Had to take Friday off work with a migraine headache. It was annoying because I was about five minutes from work when it hit, so I had no choice but to go in and try and do some work despite not being able to see properly (coding is pretty hard when half the characters keep popping in and out of visibility). After an hour I gave up, went home and slept until mid afternoon, at which point I was able to dose myself up on painkillers enough to do some work around the house.
On the plus side my extremely indulgent order from Quantum Mechanix came in. I am now the proud owner of a Firefly, and a limited edition Claudia-from-Warehouse-13 maquette (number 988 of 1000). The Firefly is sitting on my bookshelf, and Claudia is sitting by my monitor where she will (hopefully) keep my computer running more efficiently.
Finally big congrats to Helen and Rob on the safe arrival of Sebastian Robert. Here’s hoping you’re both getting enough sleep đŸ˜€
