Sorry folks, I only have time for short entries at the moment. Right now, I’m your tax dollars at work (programming for Citizenship and Immigration Canada), so you don’t want me wasting your hard-earned Canadian pesos blogging, do you?
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It’s Joey Day today
Of course, on this blog, every day is Joey day. I am, after all, The World’s Most Humble Egomaniac™.
But if you do the Catholic thing (even my mellow, laid-back version) or just live in an Italian neighbourhood, you’ll know that today is the feast day of St. Joseph. He’s best known for being a carpenter and foster dad (like Dennis Miller says, God got to rest on the seventh day only because He sent the Kid to live with another family) so you can celebrate by joining Big Brothers (or Big Sisters) and taking a kid to the hardware store.
Or better yet, taking them belt sander racing!
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It’s a musical night tonight
First, I’m off to Electric Machine Studios to do the “session musician thing” and lay down some smokin’ accordion tracks for some band’s single, and then it’s off to Kick Ass Karaoke at the Bovine Sex Club, where the ladies will be throwing their underwear at me ’cause I’m the Filipino accordion-playing Tom Jones. Or so I hope.
I was reading my entry from Friday last night, and when I hit the part about the hip-hop version of The Lorax, I remembered something about Dr. Seuss. During World War II, he was quite a hawk, and you can see all his cartoons at the Dr. Seuss Goes To War site. It seems at odds with his better-known later work, The Butter Battle Book.
If the Bad Poets from Friday night had read Seuss’ war ‘toons, would they still have performed The Lorax? Activist politics, whether left or right, often calls for an ideological puritanism; disagree on one tiny detail and you’re out of the club.
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Best shot of the weekend
“If you’re not wasted, the night is!” Thanks to “Turb” for the picture.
The photo looks real to me, but real or not, it’s funny!
DJ Saddam in the hizzouse! “Just call me the B-Boy of Baghdad, yo!”
I can already hear the hits:
(Do this to the tune of the Beastie Boys’ Fight for Your Right To Party)
You want to have weapons and Bush says “No way”
That hypocrite builds two MOABs a day!
[Thanks to sateh from Freenode.net’s #infoanarchy IRC channel for the tip.]
Here’s a nifty little tune by Vangroovy-based band Hot Hot Heat’s Bandages. Imagine The Cure’s Robert Smith leading Elvis Costello’s Attractions (especially organ genius Steve Nieve) and you’ll get an idea of what they sound like.
Bandages
by Hot Hot Heat
from the album Make Up the Breakdown
These ban – da – ges
Co – ver more than scrapes
Cuts and brui – ses from
Re – grets and mistakes
I’ve been hopin’ you’re mopin’ around the street again.
I’ve been trippin’ from sippin’ the drippin’ dirty water tap
I’ve been pokin’ a voodoo doll that you do not know I made.
These ban – da – ges are
Anonymity
I’ve been shakin’ from makin’ an awful de – cis – ion
I’ve been runnin’ and runnin’ — feels like my head is spinning
Round and round all round around around around arooooound!
Bandages on my legs and my arms from you
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
Up and down on my legs my arms from you
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
I’ve been hopin’ you’re mopin’ around the street again.
I’ve been trippin’ from sippin’ the drippin’ dirty water tap
I’ve been pokin’ a voodoo doll that you do not know
I made
For you
Of you
Let’s see what needles do
I’ve been shakin’ from makin’ an awful de – cis – ion
I’ve been thinkin’ I’m drinkin’ too many drinks all by myself
I’ve been runnin’ and runnin’ — feels like my head is spinning
Round and round all round around around around arooooound!
Bandages on my legs and my arms from you
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
Up and down on my legs my arms from you
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
Bandages on my legs and my arms from you
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry ’cause it’s all under control
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry ’cause it’s all under control
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry ’cause it’s all under control
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry ’cause it’s all under control
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry cuz it will all turn around, around, around, around, around, around, aroooooound!
Bandages on my legs and my arms from you
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
Up and down on my legs my arms from you
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
Bandages on my legs and my arms from you
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
Up and down on my legs my arms from you
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
(Bandages, bandages, bandage-e-es…)
(Bandages, bandages…[can’t figure out these last lyrics])