Friday, December 26, 2008

The 2 best items I acquired from my in-laws this Xmas.

Check it out, judging from these, I must be the hardest Jew to buy Xmas gifts for....

It's just an odd little pot my Father-in-law gave me. Random...we're gonna put kitchen utensils it. I told him I'd use it at the office, but I only have one pen there...

From my mother-in-law. To her credit she always gives us little silly things like this every year, but usually it's a whole can of Spam...not just this single...but, in hindsight, I think it does suit my crazy, on-the-go lifestyle...

Here's a detail:

Time to go to Crazy tasty town!

I also got some Boba Fett pens, but those were pretty cool.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Saturday, December 20, 2008

There are a million things here....but, christ not ENOUGH writing is done much of the web is showing off fucking Products...but I want more content....but the only way to add it is to do it....right? So I will...fer now, when it is late, and the kids are asleep and my belly is full of shnitze and fried eggs and good german beer...and I'm not so alienated anymore....right? BUt I can't forget what it is were here for, right...just want to stumble around, feel the soul come out-----fuck that horseshitnonsense, but, well, I can't type, but I can hear the train not far from my house...and that's what I want to be...carrying coal all night long. There was a time in my youth when information was not so legible...I want kids to be there..but they won't. they are already smarter then me. BUt I AM healthy tho I fell on my ass earlier tonight. down the carpeted basement stairs I went, while talking with my son about weather or not he was going to follow me down the stairs...but too late, I was already there. Sorry, buddy, sorry. This is a KOrean keyboard I type on. Good luck. Every last movie I see has Clooney in it, but That's not that bad. Dan posting korine blurbs. and that is not what I am looking forward to...not my kind of of the band Gomez! English junkers wanting to be black americans! that's wheres...its at. for now,at least..

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Beef Cooler of the New Millenium

I recommend the time saver called meatwater.

There's a decent interview with the inventor here.

Back in my bohemian days we'd boil up some beef stock and then chill it and pack it into a big jug and drink it out in the parks while we talked about poetry. But everything's got all high tech now.

If they could just reduce into a sort of food paste, that would improve it. You could brush your teeth and eat lunch at the same time.

...can't remember where I found this. Must have been on lifehacker.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Orbita Freestyle

On the front of the mouse war, we've got the Orbita Freestyle. This, and a foot mouse might be my answer to ergonomic heaven.

To follow up on the Hadron: it appears that we were so close to annihilating the planet that some sort of terminator appeared from the future to make it stop working.

h/t the internet.

I'm very close to buying an overpriced laptop so that I can start making music again. It's exciting; it's harrowing.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

The Mouse is 40 years old

Time for it to die.

I think I might be going no-hands mouse. The song at the end of this promo basically all but convinced me:

I'm behind the times, I guess it's called Non-Specific Arm Pain now. That seems like a bit too much of an existential appellation. Something like non-specific life pain.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

The Evolution Control Commitee's alternative controller setup

THIS is what I want. At work. At home. On the bus. When I sleep.

Ero Vs. Castanets

Here's a good review of A&S lurker Ero Gray's dub re-interpretation of Castanet's City of Refuge. From the review:

If Raymond Raposa's album is what despair in the desert sounds like, then Gray's version, Dub Refuge, is what that same despair sounds like when it echoes and thumps inside your lonely, parched skull.

You would be insane not to want a piece of this.

Here's the link to it on Asthmatic Kitty.
Congrats to heroic Ero, dub-man, poet of the dessert of the real.