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A little evening update

I was playing around a bit today and finally got around to installing some font packs I’d had lying around for a bit. Several were rather charming, although maybe not that common. Given my propensity for pre-digital typeface I’ve decided to use a couple of the freeware HP Lovecraft one’s in BoL’s construction. You can find a link to the download page here off of Cthulhlulives. I’m sure the full pack has a great deal even more goodies. That said, even if you’re not fond of our little project, I still recommend checking out at least the limited run. You’re sure to find some gems that’ll fit just that particular wee hours mood.

BoL recommends…

La Vielle Ferme

La Vielle Ferme

Of late this has been the tipple of choice around the BoL environs. Not too sweet, not too tart. But with a hint of both and a very slight fruitiness. Plus we’re poor, so a refreshingly priced $8 bottle warms the very cockles of our atrophied hearts. Now, if they can only keep it in stock within shambling distance…

Ideal for: light beef preparations, stir fry, zombie apocalypse, Sunday picnics, random mutations, and casual entertaining.

In keeping with the premise…

Okay, so I was a bit inspired by what G came upon and remembered I had something in my back pocket that I found a while ago.  I figured it was time to share it!

The Night of the Living Dead Pixels

Perfect Day

R.I.P David Foster Wallace

DFW by Gary Hannabarger

DFW by Gary Hannabarger

David Foster Wallace (1962-2008) renown author, teacher, and lecturer was found dead in his home the past weekend; having taken his own life. Though best known for his acclaimed novel Infinite Jest , he was also the author of several editions of essays and nonfiction works (including my personal favorite A Supposedly Fun thing I’ll never Do Again).He was a man known for his insight and sheer magic with the English language. His prose and observations, while sauced in a deep sense of surreality and garnished with biting humor, never lost their inherent empathy and identification with the frailty of the human condition. He was the sort of author whose work inspired one to find their own speech and put pen to paper. The loss of his voice and talent surely diminish the world.

Link to the LA Times Article

The News…

There comes a day in everyone’s life when they realize the news really is not what you think it is. It is a sad moment to find that you have been manipulated into believing their lies and so-called truths. You feel betrayed and weak-minded, lost in a sea of information that could be or not be as portrayed. The media has been playing off our worse nightmares for years.

We are kept in the dark regarding most real occurrences in the world that could effect our lives. We are distracted with drama and to focus on insignificant information. Events are changed to make you see them in the light the media wants you to see them in. We have all become apostles of the media passing on their truths as though they are the word. (okay, maybe a bit extreme but I think you get my point by now, heh.) Now feast your eyes on this daddy-o!



What we call the news link

Was that a cowbell? Part II

The folks over at BoingBoing yesterday briefly posted about a neat little online app that purports to add selected levels of cowbell and/or Christopher Walken samples to any desired mp3. This, I thinks to myself, is surely too good to be true. Certainly to good to be done well, for I am both a fan of said actor’s particular cadence and eerily partial to the gratuitous use of cowbell. Last night I had the opportunity to actually give it a test, but of course being the sort of person I am I decide that my first victim will be some of my favorite works from Venetian Snares. I import a couple songs I’m especially partial to and hit play….OMGscreamingwalkencowbellorgy!!! Brilliant!

MoreCowbell.dj

Hours of entertainment. I personally recommend setting the Walken to 100%

‘The Shining’ as feel good movie of the year

Yet another illustration that impact is primarily a function of context.

Link for more info on the creator, Robert Ryang. Video here.

Modern traditions

Over the summer, neko and I had fallen into the habit of enjoying a leisurely Sunday afternoon mimosa brunch at our local IHOP. Ironically, Randall Munroe’s latest post arrived just in time for the weekend:

IHOP, the horror...

IHOP, the horror...

I think we’ll be going more often.

A word of advice: Don’t eat the pancakes…it’s the cesium additives in the flour that allow them to track you…

via xkcd

Findings of muse…

A cry…

Pillar of fire, pillar of truth
I wish to go down with the sun,
I wish for this night time to last an eternity.

Her flaming locks of hair fill the sky,
With her voice sweet like the deadliest berry,
I die each time she speaks with the wind.

My heart bleeds as my feet race to the sand,
Amongst the clear water, pale as her face
Forever rest my mind with no chance of dreaming.

Safe is my soul as pure is the truest of beauty.
You hold my dreams like the sands of the earth
So close, running with my back against all the pain.

I wish to go down with the sun,
In my darkest of days I shall think of your light
Soft on my face, full of your grace.

I shall weep a thousand moons.
Never will this end.