A Dozen Things That Are Interesting To Me (Recently)

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4. That latter lass, Carolee did a haunting Helsabot of Caroleebot on Fleshlettes EP, but on the upcoming The Air Force she lends her voice to Hello From Eau Claire, WI which is filled with mustaches, cigs and brimming with toy pianos. Here's a linky to a live version on Google Video which I can't seem to find out how to embed. Xiu Xiu's Air Force is excellent, way beyond the Boy Soprano single people are doting on.

5. Yet still I just ordered the Xiu Xiu / David Horvitz split picture disk featuring Boy Soprano. This is a split 7" with their merch guy. My 7" Xiu Xiu may force me to buy a record player. My last novelty player (warning: amazing but obnoxius) was destroyed by autistic cousin. See the spiderwebI weave?

6. The man with the face of Brian Eno's minimal music, Mister Steve Buschemi is the voice of my spirit cartoon animal, Templeton the Rat in the live action remake of Charlotte's Web. If I was a female I'd be Mrs. Risby/Frisby of NIHM. I'm musineto the core.

7. Not to be shelled to the realm of mere metaphor, Mr. Music Eno Sire gave a talk last night with Mr. Spore, Will Wright at theLong Now Seminars SF, which should be hopefully archived and downloadable soon from the last clicky. When it's up I'll blog it.

8. I found the Eno/Wright talk from gewgaw by using the awesome power of Sphere to hunt down people talking about my show Cinematech. (Spheregazing is to masturbation as googling yourself was to analogies about googling yourself being to masturbation. Also spheregazing is my neologism., so quick to the patent office.) The gewgaw bloggist is Robin Hunicke (and i link to her hair gallery instead of her bio. Hair is important. Look at the Parent Trap.) She is a grad student / game developer for Wright's Maxis. That bio page does however state her focus being Video Games and Artificial Intelligence, which means she would have been the ideal guest for when Heather was my roommate.

Still her brief discussion of my late night, often lewd and rather silly, Cinematech: NE was interesting. I often have trouble IDing things that are feminish without being militant, and though I've started skimming her blog, not sure of her level of toungue'n'cheakeery. Cinematech: NE was built to attract young men, and though I haven't added a fart sound effect yet, the gubernational male gaze is reflecting off my monitors.

9. Working on a softcore-cum-P-13 (This may be perhaps the best use of Latin I have ever pulled off. And it's a bad, bad, pun!) television and being in a general very male place has had some effects on me, but my internal tilt sensor may be overcompensating. I'm been working well into the graveyard shift for the past 3 weeks and there is a new assistant editor who is quite adorable (though i think her teeth may be to nice) and have odd internal issues talking to her with anything but the briefiest work related querries. And the assistant editors are my people. It's not even a crush, that vaulted word was burried away forever in a Java class in Nicole Donnely's Philly accent.

Annoying.

And now they hired a new associate producer for a segment I work with a lot who looks like a LIBRARIAN. Thank g_d for unpersonal email and anti-perspirant. At least with the girls in the Moped crew, the Latebirds are usually on roaring mopeds.

10. And of course goddamn mopeds. Got my pipe on, but my throttle is sticking, and no everyone got kitted Puchs and accelerate like crazy and will be breaking 42-45 after breaking them in, while i'm putting at 34 after a block. Also, my idle keeps dying and I accidently popped a huge wheely onto Dean's shoulder. She was ok, thank g_d. We went downtown to Little Radio's weird little summer fest. For an internet radio station that have a nice little venue and the parking lot had a slip'n'slide, pool, DJs, israeli hotdogs and what I see as a sort of Thundarr The Barbarian future (minus Ookla the Mokk and his burn victim horse thing) can only be passed on in my pidgin script: Yes, people were beating each other on a giant moonbounce thingy for radiohead tickets. Some bands played. One, Eskimo Hunter was pretty good. With all bands, people seem to either want to burry the keyboards or parade them like geek show gimmick. I want to erase The Faint. EH is headed by Jason71 who is a designer who wears a hello my name is Jason71 sticker wherever he treads. I know. But he's very sweet. I went to his bday party sometime ago (years? dear christus) on co-vite, and he ended up giving little presents to the guests. I can be bought.

Also met a cool kid named Trevor and his companion who also had mopeds and actually drove into the lane with us, forming a sort of flock of 2-stroke terror. He likes to flip into giant trash cans. He reminds me of Dylant. Wern't you in a trash can with...patrick... for Bates' viddy?

11. The lawyer's dozen.. months ago I attended Guy Branum: head Xplay writer, gender criminal, a damn good dancer, Jew's Seder. It was massive and long. We interchanged sacriment with black metal lyrics. Personal victories: I almost asked a Japanese-American if she was a rape baby (being Offensive puts matzah on plate), when asked why I thankful for vaginas I gave my stock

"not sure, I was a Cesaerian"

and one the mysterysquare with something along the lines of "can only maintain an erection while masturbating to 1930s boxing films."

Also, it seems that Armenians are adept in the art of cunnilingus.

And speaking of jews, have you seen Jonathan's GameJew vidblog? Now you can:

Wish him well, before he goes to Africa and gets AIDS or apartheid or something.

12. I already said the DS Lite was a fetish object, worthy to replace the deplorable nalgene bottle. The white has been released in the USA with Europe riding the 220 volt black lightning but Japan rumor sites are pointing to a July 20th PINK shipping with Cooking Navi (recipe game).

Zero. Thought I found this link for a book about MYST in Italian from popular Italian facist game blog Videogames are only for those who deserve them/, but i don't see it there, which means I found another Italian Facist Game Blog. Woah.

Hey, what's the differance between a scientist and a natrual philosopher in the 1700s?