The Movies, Music, and Games thread
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Just come off a bender of gourmet beers (Monteiths Winter Warming Ale, Celtic Red, not so gourmet--> Heineken, Stella Atois), Jack Daniels (w/coke --> OH the blasfemeee + shots), and cheap gin (Wilsons London Dry), and a remaster of Dario Argento's Deep Red and Tenebrae.
WAtching the former was rather surreal,; the sound track was only partially restored and the gaps were filled with Italian vox with Eng subs --> perhaps it added to the experience; my sotted mind complained not. Having actors proclaim alternately in extant pom and floral Aye-tai was disconcerting, but enhanced my virtual thinkoid stiffy in other regards.
Sounds:
Bitchin retro mofos like Candlemass are strokin the backs of my tender balls, pushing shivers up my spine like little 'nad-goblins gone a-tickling.
Oh, but if the mighty Judas Priest had heeded the same satanic advice.
Games:
A cliche that has been rid raw by by the very existence of certain internet nodes; but I be playing Fallout on my Win98 partition and have been experienceing the evil glee of gunning down innocents in extremis. Wanton sluts beware, my gun be overwrought with phallic expression.
Lunchie: couldnt stay way, the bottel be my nemesis
Just come off a bender of gourmet beers (Monteiths Winter Warming Ale, Celtic Red, not so gourmet--> Heineken, Stella Atois), Jack Daniels (w/coke --> OH the blasfemeee + shots), and cheap gin (Wilsons London Dry), and a remaster of Dario Argento's Deep Red and Tenebrae.
WAtching the former was rather surreal,; the sound track was only partially restored and the gaps were filled with Italian vox with Eng subs --> perhaps it added to the experience; my sotted mind complained not. Having actors proclaim alternately in extant pom and floral Aye-tai was disconcerting, but enhanced my virtual thinkoid stiffy in other regards.
Sounds:
Bitchin retro mofos like Candlemass are strokin the backs of my tender balls, pushing shivers up my spine like little 'nad-goblins gone a-tickling.
Oh, but if the mighty Judas Priest had heeded the same satanic advice.
Games:
A cliche that has been rid raw by by the very existence of certain internet nodes; but I be playing Fallout on my Win98 partition and have been experienceing the evil glee of gunning down innocents in extremis. Wanton sluts beware, my gun be overwrought with phallic expression.
Lunchie: couldnt stay way, the bottel be my nemesis
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Geezus arsing kristos
All that faux-inteelekchewal shite...I musta been plenty waysted.
As I am now.
It's a Friday night and I am barely awake after the opleasures of Speight's Old Dark.
Movies: The Bicentennial Man.
Excuse me while I scoop up my half-digested lunch off the floor. Poor old Asimov (my fav ruskie/yank hybrid) must be oscillating in his grave. I was half hoping that nicey-nice android-d00d would get his kit off and teach little ms. cutesy android all about the h00man facts o' life. But no!, torrid sickly tear-jerking ensues.
Books: Refactoring to Patterns - Joshua Kerievsky
Oh, fiction ye say?
Children of the Mind - Orson Scott Card. I think the whole Ender's saga thang went to shit in the last volume, but I still gotta follow it to its fruition.
Music: Fu Manchu - Start the Machine (2004)
Every stoner should own this album. Every stoner rock listener should own this album. Every stoner rock lover should sell a small portion of his stash to own this album. 'Nuff said.
Now...I thinks I have me some Wilsons gin left over somewhere in my sekret stash.
Hmmm.
[feckin shitty typing. edit city]
All that faux-inteelekchewal shite...I musta been plenty waysted.
As I am now.
It's a Friday night and I am barely awake after the opleasures of Speight's Old Dark.
Movies: The Bicentennial Man.
Excuse me while I scoop up my half-digested lunch off the floor. Poor old Asimov (my fav ruskie/yank hybrid) must be oscillating in his grave. I was half hoping that nicey-nice android-d00d would get his kit off and teach little ms. cutesy android all about the h00man facts o' life. But no!, torrid sickly tear-jerking ensues.
Books: Refactoring to Patterns - Joshua Kerievsky
Oh, fiction ye say?
Children of the Mind - Orson Scott Card. I think the whole Ender's saga thang went to shit in the last volume, but I still gotta follow it to its fruition.
Music: Fu Manchu - Start the Machine (2004)
Every stoner should own this album. Every stoner rock listener should own this album. Every stoner rock lover should sell a small portion of his stash to own this album. 'Nuff said.
Thanks!. Well, 'tis only cos I'm waysted and have found myself abandoned and at home late on a Friday, but the sentiment is appreciated.Naked_Lunch wrote:Glad to have ya back!
Now...I thinks I have me some Wilsons gin left over somewhere in my sekret stash.
Hmmm.
[feckin shitty typing. edit city]