


I bought a book that taught me to masturbate without external stimulus. It's freaky.
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I was worried that this episode wouldn't be as good as the last one, but I think it came out pretty well. (It starts kind of quiet and then ratchets up on the second song, then down, then up again, then basically evens out. Sorry. There's always going to be minor volume tweaking on any episode. It's probably the only guarantee I can give.)


Overview? Um, abortion diary into childhood drug abuse into Christian road trip into pure Deviltry, the usual weirdo Jap pop I get off on, hip-hop, and then we go Euro. Oh yeah, and the Holmes story, of course. Which is mental. I have a much weirder show on mp3 than I did on vinyl. (Although all that means is that now we're listening to rips of insanely rare vinyl uploaded by collectors into the arcane.)
It isn't on the playlist since it wasn't an mp3, but between tracks 11 & 12 is a cassette:
Description of the tape I bought at MoCCA from Picturebox. (I need more info!)
Sherlock Holmes and the Large Door
Partially inspired by a love for Dragnet radio plays. It includes music. It is "non-cannonical," which is a side-splittingly hilarious understatement. It was totally worth $5. I have to commend the guy who sold it to me (and also narrated). I would not be able to describe this to someone in such a way as they would like to buy it. You did, and I am glad for it.
Heksig by Par Accidente! sounds like an acoustic chiptune of sorts, and ends with surprising abruptness, as if it were meant to be on some kind of eternal hold-line loop. So I guess I'd describe it as the music from Dwarf Fortress in a hallucinatory waiting room. I like unmodulated guitar, as it always seems, when I hear it, to be a rather unusual and rare musical sound. Which is funny, I suppose, and maybe a little sad. Those with long memories may remember Par Accidente!'s eye-catching album art in the Best of 08 post from a ways back. In truth, it's a difficult album. But in isolation the tracks stand up to a close scrutiny on repeated listens.
Here's another Snap track that you can't really fuck with. Also, new Alf!
Which had maybe my favorite YouTube comment to date.
"I know it's weird to say, but i'm kind of sad that Alf wasn't raped in this one. :( "






MoCCA haul:
I'm curious to read what Ryan's got brewing in regard to newsprint comics publishing, which I thought was incredibly absent from the show as a whole, with the exception of Matei Branea, aka the pleasant, approachable dude with free (!) newspapers made with subsidies from the Romanian Cultural Institute. Although the contents are a mixed bag, the huge size allows for a lot of content to be crammed into a relatively small page count. And when it's good it's really, really good.
I guess this is an example of what I want a mini to be. Huge, cheap, with great color work mixed with great b/w work. The print quality can be perfectly acceptable and crisp. I would gladly pay $3-5 bucks for such a thing. It's possible that there was more there and I just managed to walk right by it. Oh well.
I've even seen very limited-edition photography "books" printed like this. The pictures are huge, and the effect can be quite breathtaking.
Also, I read a few bitchy recaps regarding the show, which is pretty normal, but then the comments. My god. Someone actually complained about the *texture of the floor*. At the fucking armory. And said, "Geeze, can't they find a place with laminate for the flooring?" Congratulations, sir, for the wimpiest sentiment I think I've yet come across. Not in comics or the internet, but in life.
And now it's my turn with the complaining. (What did I say about nerds and whining?) But in my case it's the typical, "Man. This shit is expensive," variety. So clearly I failed on the nothing from (relatively) bigger publishers mandate, because I walked out with a few longer things that I couldn't resist. This is my first Potent Mon comic, which I'm pretty excited about. (Although I just discovered this negative review by . I'll have to finish the book before digging in so as not to go in already biased. Should be interesting.) This Picturebox book... they warned me. It's intense. I didn't really listen. "Yeah yeah, I know." But they were right. This is basically Necro and Visitor Q in comic format. It's so wrong so consistently... the art is incredible.
All in all, though, I guess the essence of my dissatisfaction is that I walked out of there feeling like I spent a shit-load of money, but when I got home and laid it out on the bed it didn't seem like I got that many comics. You know? Maybe it's like that for everyone.
Anyway, expect further impressions as I make my way through some of it. Also, we're pretty behind on the Famicase translation, but everything's been running long here lately. We even got so buried in YouTube videos that I felt it necessary to try to cut your browsers some slack by reducing the number of displayed posts (and a friend commented tonight that my site was still really long). I'm really happy with that last one, though. Sometimes I get so caught up in trying to include so much that I forget about the pleasures of a bare-bones post. Something not like this one. And since we're being insufferably self-referential (rather like the good ol' days, in fact), it feels weird to be fiddling with the sidebar. I think it looks pretty good, though. Thoughts? (Other than about Raul Julia being the coolest guy on the planet. Okay, those too.)























Friday, June 12, 2009
My Masturbation Chamber.
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Fuck yes, flash player!
That was so much more involved than I ever could have imagined it being when I decided to make it happen. Phew. Holy shit, it's fucking late!
The flash player does indeed seem to be working fine. Congrats.
Re: Lil Markie... I've seen him somewhere... Maybe on one of Vern's Found Footage Film Festival DVDs. If you thought it was weird to listen to, it's downright disturbing to see video of.
Man, those ALF things... the laugh track at the same time as the spooky Badalamenti-style score totally fucks with you.
I bought a Lil Markie pin in high school and its still on my military messenger bag, its a little rusted, but you just jogged my memory to a time when midget abortion voices were the fuzz.
And shit bitch, I posted twice - so eat it. So Psshht.
oh yeah, I love alf.
I first came by Lil Markie through a site called Show and Tell Music. http://showandtellmusic.com/ Joe, maybe you heard him there?
(shudder)
(additional shudder, of SATM being awesome)
JM: One YouTube commenter adroitly pointed out that the laugh track in Alf would be impossible to remove from vocal samples. But it certainly does add an incredibly bizarre juxtaposition with the music. I do wish that culturally our vocabulary for things like this extended a bit beyond Lynch, personally. Not that I've done much better, or am trying to knock you for the comment. How else can it be described?
But I wish there were a better way. Blue Velvet similarities in terms of lingering sexual threat, as well as the sensation of an unreal American suburbia, and the music, as you said.... But there's something special in this (somewhat more than the Star Trek clips) in the nuances of the editing. Something about pushing so far from the source material while still allowing itself to be constrained by it. Also, the incredible non sequiturs that somehow make it seem more like an actual, potential conversation, which leaves such a intense feeling when it goes dark. "Put it in your mouth. [Laughing] ..." and then no statement afterward to close the command, and so it lingers there, while the music drags it down from that.
There was a very faithful Alf plushy, almost life size, that I know sold very well at the time. I remember it looking more realistic as it got old, ratty, and threadbare. I think it may have been placed on top of our Christmas tree one or a few years.
Weird. That Lil' Markie seems like a popular fellow. I suppose a giant man with a twisty infant inside of him singing terrible, terrible Christian pop ballads will tend to get around, eh? I guess I assumed from that bizarre portrait that he was an actual pre-adolescent. I'm so naive. Joe and Amanda I can see having found him previously, but Shanon? That's just weird. I will never understand what goes on in Long Island.
The girls would wait for a post called My Masturbation Chamber to show up. Thanks, ladies. I thought I had locked that door.
I think I've burnt myself out a little with the past two weeks' posting frequency. Maybe I'll take a little while to do some tidying.
That Bad Egg comic by Michael Deforge gets better every time I re-read it. I love the dig on Tomine's Shortcomings. There's a segment of the left-field comics crowd that is steadily losing patience with auto-bio angst probing. Parody kills trolling every day of the week, in my book.
And man, that Pope comic by Kate Beaton. That shit is hilarious. "Girl you know I be prayin' for the poor." So perfect.
I'm kind of digging on gag strips and one pages lately. Oh, my poor belabored attention span.
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