Tragically Unhip

Here is the title track and opening song from Southside Johnny’s first album, played live with Bruce Springsteen. Yanno, if you remove the very obviously live-sounding vocals, and this thing sounds note-for-note like the recorded version. That kind of quality live playing is sadly lacking these days.

So I am in the shower this morning thinking; you innocently frown and scratch your head in public and people think you’re deep in thought.

You innocently frown and scratch your crotch in public and you can’t get anybody to sleep with you.

What’s up with that?

When did someone decide we all needed to fill in our most intimate details on a website in order to matter? When did it get that you didn’t really count if you weren’t a fully signed up member of some annoying collection of mostly strangers? When did it become necessary to be a member of FACEBOOK to be part of a social circle? Don’t tell me “Oh the internet in making the world a smaller place”, ok? I know it is! It has been for years before f*%&ing social network sites came steaming into our lives like a neighbour you can’t get rid of!
Ok, so, here we are in 2008, and in order to actually be accepted or feel we have any friends we have to sign up to Facebook.

So right away you’re going to get spammed to death. Then we have to join groups (“one legged donkey lovers who have a mole and love movies by M. Night Shyamalan” and so forth) to feel we have anything in common with anybody. Then the invites start. “Please join my circle and meet new friends!”. Then the polls! The f&*^ing POLES! “Tell us your 18 favourite movie credit fonts in descending order”.
AAAARRRGGHH!
Then complete strangers start to “add” you because you have the same colour tshirt. Total strangers. “Hey, let’s make the world a smaller place!”
NO! Let’s make it bigger and pretend we didn’t see each other. Let’s make it like when you pass by someone you don’t like in the street by pretending you don’t see them because you have a phone call or are looking in a shop window. Only BIGGER.
And I swear to all that’s holy the next time someone I don’t know (who most likely is little more than a spambot anyway) invites me to one of these things (Facebook, WAYN, Bebo (which should just change its name to PervsInc!!), Faceparty, Flickr, Twitter etc… Take your pick!) I’m going to find a way reduce the entire internet (God bless it otherwise) to rubble (albeit it rubble which is mostly comprised of 1s and 0s!)

It rarely gets better than that combo!!

Possibly one of the silliest book titles ever, you’ll undoubtedly know this old Philip K Dick book better as Blade Runner.
I have been a fan of PKD’s work for many years. Since, in fact, Blade Runner came out and I got the book upon which it was based. My copy is now a little tattered and dog eared. But recently I decided to give it another read. i think this is my fourth read. Possibly fifth. As someone who tries to always have a book on the go, rereading is a luxury saved for either really enjoyable books, or those times when I have found myself with nothing new to read when I finish something.
This is, obviously, the former.
If you are a sci-fi buff, I urge you to read this if you haven’t already. Written in the 60s, it tells a tale of the futuristic 90s where we have moved all the worthy people off earth and left behind only the least desirable, where real animals can run to costs of five figures, and where realistic androids are used as slaves, though its slaves under another name.
All this you can see in the movie.

But the book has so much more in it than the movie ever could. There are whole levels to the story the movie never used. Among them is the cult of Mercerism which takes on some strange new meaning toward the end of Deckard’s search for the escaped androids, the inclusion of Deckard’s wife (he is divorced in the movie) who basically thinks he’s a cold blooded killer and worth little else, and an altogether more heavily-emphasized subplot concerning the prestige of owning a real animal versus the near-shame of having to buy a fake.
This is much more a character piece than the movie. At times the hunt for Roy and Pris etc takes second place to Rick’s own search for something more meaningful in his life.
Even if you’re not a SF buff, it’s a worthy read.

Well, it’s wednesday. It’s sort of hot and sticky. And rainy. That’s pretty much it. Busy day at work. Slow at at the blog.

You heard it here first, folks! (ok, chances are you didn’t, but you get the idea.)

Check it.

So I know this is all a matter of taste, and each to their own. That’s fine. But I do find it hard to understand why men would prefer the thin woman beflow to the curvy one. That’s just me.
That said, I do believe the number of men who prefer a larger female form are higher than we realise.
I have a post here on that very topic.
And, while this may or may not be a telling statistic, next to Gay porn, the most downloaded porn on the internet is BBW. Make of that what you will.

So, this…

Or this…?

Me: It’s going to take a while to move your data to the new PC.
User: Is there much?
Me: You’ve got a little over twenty three GBs to move.
User: Won’t that fit on a floppy disk?
Me: – sigh –

I can’t grumble. They keep me in a job.

It’s friday again folks, and a rare thing is happening at work today. I have to DO some.

I like it better when fridays are not so busy.

- Sigh -