Coincidence?

Is it simply coincidence that two of the worst days evar, Indigenous People Genocide Day and Monday The Thirteenth happen to occur on the same day? Hmm? HMMMMM!?!

Unpossible.

Wake up, sheeple.

TRAFFIC UPDATE: Evidently the previous stupid pun post got over 500 page views on Saturday alone, making it one of the most popular single pages on my site, ever. But there are no comments. At. All.

Who the fuck linked to me? There's no sign of it in the stats page. Must've been...

Can't we just...

...give peas a chance?

(And a collective groan is heard all 'round the blogoverse.)

Forgotten Fabulousness Friday, again

An occasionally-recurring feature whereupon I reverse-sort my music library by number of plays and select a few gems (and not-so-gems) to annoy my readers with.

First up, There's No Fucking Rules Dude by !!! (yes, really, that's their name). I have absolutely no idea where I got this song. I think it came in a free sampler from someplace a zillion years ago or something:

Next we have some reggae from Yellowman's "Mister Yellowman" album -- Morning Ride. I have no idea how this got into my library, but it's not awful:

And now, for something completely different, we have a fairly recent song that I think I got as a free eMusic download or something. White Hinterland -- Baby:

Lastly, Liquid Tension Experiment, with Universal Mind a nice long and loud instrumental. I actually remember buying this CD, which is nice:

I hope at least some of it annoys the hell out of you.

Mimicry Monday

A day upon which I steal M. Bouffant's schtick and post a pretty picture of clouds in lieu of anything else vaguely interesting.

The sunset got prettier about half an hour later, but by then I was driving and couldn't stop for a better picture. It was great, you'll just have to trust me.

Terrible Technology Tuesday

Some of my vast readership may remember my post about the creepy running robot our good friends at DARPA were developing. Well, there's a new/different one from those scamps at MIT, and this one is actually able to run on its own, instead of being stuck tethered to a treadmill:

Oh, and this one is electric, so it's nice and quiet and stealthy.

So, yeah, there's that.

I, for one, do not welcome our soon-to-arrive, armed-and-armored robot cheetah overlords.

What year is it?

I may have had too much to drink, but I think I just saw the prez on the TV machine telling me we really need to bomb some brown people across the ocean. I thought we already tried that, but I must be misremembering things -- our beloved political/media class couldn't possibly be feeding us another line of shit, right?

Aw Yiss!

Motherfuckin' Beer Week!

That's pretty much my reaction. Gonna be a good week.