"'Truth is strange," you know, "stranger than fiction' - besides being more to the point" - Edgar Allan Poe

October 28, 2007

This is your anus...

...as seen by the voyager II.

[chuckle. couldn't resist, sorry]

October 27, 2007

[geek note]

Made a patch where now, if there are are links in my twitter-powered stoopitnotes© (see, it's in my sidebar), they now automatically become links which will open in a new window, so that you don't have to copy paste it to a new browser tab.

The things I do for you.

October 26, 2007

this shit never ends

Apparently this water cures your diseases, gets you eyesight back, reduces blood pressure, PAYS OFF YOUR DEBTS, SAVES YOUR SOUL, SAVES YOUR MARRIAGE, etc etc.


I didn't know religious-zealot slang for LSD was "Spring Water"
(Doing the bunny ears thing with fingers)

October 25, 2007


Gay Indian man with a tilak and a red turban and shawl and shady moustache on Oprah discussing how most gay Indian men are forced to marry women.
The money quote?

Oprah: "So, what did you do on your first night?"
He:"I told her I had a headache".

[funny funny]

I'm not shitting you, this is happening on TV right now.

I give up.

PS: Just to note, nothing against gay people. Heck, I support it. I think it makes me uncomfortable because it's something I don't relate to. But that's exactly the same way I feel around guys who go in for arranged marriages. Good for you, not for me, that sort of thing. What DOES get my goat is how Oprah's making a public spectacle of this. Our representation in this country is comprised of Aishwarya Rai, who makes a fool of herself in English interviews; South Indian software engineers who're either hitting on the "blonde kudi who's so definitely a slut macha", or lugging their 8 month pregnant wives across the world to the BayArea just so that their children get US citizenship (both true stories I can confirm), corrupt politicians, our neighbours on the map, all that. Fuck this shit. Like a friend recommended, the next time a white man tells me I have good English (happened twice already), I'll look at his chubby little face and say "Yeah, you too".

October 23, 2007

Our Ancestral Mind in the Modern World: An Interview with Satoshi Kanazawa

One example of this is that when we watch a scary movie, we get scared, and when we watch porn we get turned on. We cry when someone dies in a movie. Our brain cannot tell the difference between what’s simulated and what’s real, because this distinction didn’t exist in the Stone Age.
Bloody interesting interview. Go see.

October 18, 2007

GapingVoid + Pi?

I sent a photo I'd taken to one of my heroes Hugh MacLeod, and he actually posted it on his blog.

[it's a day for smiles]

Oh, and if you don't know who he is, I suggest you read this (his favorite own-post).

More on the Blue Monster.

October 17, 2007

The resemblance is startling

what is the koschen

My Mommy(kinda)/PerkyPinkPirate/anotherlamexcuse got interviewed by desicreative.com, and it got published today. Excerpt:

Did you always want to get into advertising?
Chronological order of my wish list:
Age 1: Barf Queen
Age 3: Piss-control Queen

Entire interview here. Yay!

October 12, 2007

bought some stuff

Epiphone Les Paul Standard Plus Top (Transparent Blue Quilt top)

Also, the Korg AX3000g I had ordered on my last trip FINALLY came in.Neat rocking combo :)

Also picked up a deep candy blue Jackson RR3 for Vijeth.
Man, this stuff looks pretty impressive in one place.

October 10, 2007

As he called it, "Wikiorrohoea"

threepointone: :)
oh which reminds me
karbage: what ?
threepointone: there's this video of this busty chick playing vai's die to live
I'll show you
hang on
hot chick
she even wears shades for kicks :)
karbage: oh yeah and I saw this gothic looking scandinavian chick playing the guitar the other day
fucking scary man
I hate women who play better than I do
threepointone: lol
karbage: clicked on link
will take time
threepointone: haha
karbage: haha: this is vai with breast implants
threepointone: lol
heck, I'd do her :P
karbage: haven't seen her yet
threepointone: just the chest?
or a comment?
karbage: yeah and the ibanez headstock
yeah she is hot
look a bit like VAI too
threepointone: it's the shades man :)
and smart woman has left a fan on too
THAT seems hot
all hair flying around and all
karbage: yup
Fuck what a sorry situation
threepointone: haha
we're wanking off to youtube
we're pathetic
karbage: reduced to looking at women on youtube
threepointone: [but damn, she's fiiiine]
karbage: yup we are
you can say that again

[partner in crime karbage here.]

October 09, 2007

Just finished reading the 2 issue Hitman/JLA series

...and it was awesome. I have no words. A must-read for fans of the Hitman character.

October 07, 2007


Twice this year I've had the same dream. Ok, the story/plotline were different for both, but the idea was the same. See if you can help me out with this.

It starts off in a dark room, and a bulb slowly gains light to throw detail onto the walls, almost forming reality in real time, fluid walls and lamps, and chairs and a carpet and things that couldn't have been there before when the darkness had it enveloped. And the light shows a detail that pretty much negates everything else in the room, and draws your eyes to it. A dead body. With a cartoony red monotone blood stain that's slowly spreading, very ver yslowly across a carpet that is going to be hell to clean. And in walks a sterotypical 4 star hotel maid, light blue blouse, white apron, black shoes (flats) ...and she screams as soon as she sees the body.

This scene repeats at the beginning of both dreams. Detail for detail, second for second.
As does this next segment. My wrists are pulled back, I can hear a deafening click of handcuffs as I'm pushed into a van of some sort, and I can feel the blue and red lights all over my peripheral vision.

Anyway, so I'm booked for murder of X. And the dreams kinda diverge here, because they're 2 separate murder mysteries. They're not terribly complex, they're kinda run of the mill, and the whole dream pieces clues and hints together, and in a final climatic moment, it hits me who the real murderer is, I declare it aloud, I save my skin, etc.

And then I wake up with sweat pouring off my face like it's noon in the amazon. I'm ridiculously scared. Because it makes no sense, no sense at all.

All dreams are manufactured in the mind, yes? So in other words, all the details for this dream are being put together in my head, whether or not they're in response to memories I've made during the day, or repressed ideas, or whatever. So that would mean that I'm quite in knowledge of what's being made, yes?

SO how come I didn't know who the murderer was until the last scene?! Don't expect me to believe that by fluke I constructed a scenario with only one possible answer/solution and it all just "fell into place".

Madness, I tell you. Twice!

October 04, 2007

coincidence? I think not!

Google's first result for the word 'fraindship' is kini's blog.

And it's a post that I wrote.

Ladies and Germs, I have arrived.