Katze mit Wut

After all those years of trying to make my synthesizers sound like a guitar, I ended up making my guitar sound like a synthesizer. :-D

(Strat knockoff played through Fender amp with overdrive, then souped up in audacity, totally love its speaker sim. Sounds like Carter USM or Armageddon Dildos, I reckon. That said, anything music is still a major pain on Linux; for instance, that's not quite how the riff goes, but play-through doesn't work right so I couldn't hear myself while playing. (For the non-musicians among my readers, playing without a monitor is like painting in the dark.) Also, don't read too much into it, this is just something that happened while jamming, I doubt it's going to be my new sound. But I'm busy explaining a joke, ain't I? Anyway, I'm half-tempted to go out and buy a Mac, as an appliance only, put Cubase or Logic on it (which I keep calling Live for some reason), and have at it.)

"I learnt a lot about sex! I don't look good in a helmet … cabbages are yummie … and Russian women punch much harder than their husbands!"
I blame Tristan for this link!

9/11 craze. Settle the fuck down. 'nuf said.


French culture.

I don't normally care much for AMV, but this is so absurd it's almost good again. Mind the lip-sync!
via Schweinwerfer (like the name, was entirely too fond of the word as a kid)

Oh. My. G-d. Well, I guess sith happens. And then, it's the season for weird crosses, non?
And then of course, George started it, didn't he? No, not the mog ("I'm a mog: half man, half dog. I'm my own best friend!") — I'm talking about Grievous, this "cross between Zorak and Robocop."

This is one of my new kitchen towels. So what's up with the green cat, anyway? Maybe, they're Kinky Kittins™, one for each kink. This one's Spankerella. Eat your heart out, Smurfs!

Once again, a lot of odds and ends that added up over the weeks and that didn't warrant their own entries.

So you think you're a goth? Well, do you have black bog rolls? (More weirdness at Gothic Martha Stewart)

Today's webradio is WombatRadio. Classic Rock, no commercials, no news, no talking. Just music. And wombats.

There's this guy who rates all kinds of shite. Like Green Arrow's arrows. (Check out the Smokescreen Arrow or the Sonic Arrow, it's hilarious!) Wombats got an A in the Great Marsupial Rating, by the way.

Ich hasse es, zur Werkstatt zu fahren. Dabei sollte man ja noch froh sein, wenn man überhaupt noch fahren kann. Aber davon, daß die Kinder in Äthiopien nichts zu essen haben, schmeckt Muttis Spinat ja auch nicht besser usw.
Ich hasse es also, zur Werkstatt zu fahren. Nie sagen die, « Ui, Ihr Wagen hat all unsere Erwartungen für dieses Jahr übertroffen, hier haben Sie eine Auszahlung. » Nö. Immer nur, « Bla, bla, teuer, bla. » Der Mittelteil war dieses Mal, spitznasige Wiesel haben die Manschetten Ihrer Lenkung verschnabuliert, so gelangte Dreck hinein, und infolgedessen ist sie jetzt undicht und Servoflüssigkeit tritt aus. » (Übersetzung aus dem Badischen.)
Übersetzung ins Kätzische: € 1,ooo.
Übersetzung ins Kielische: Ohauahauaha. : (

Monkey Island Outtakes — 6 clips + 4 hidden bonus.

… replaced their toothbrush with a platypus also confused their toothpaste tube with a fermented banana.
Just so you know.
via blackBox

« Oh my God, I've been kidnapped and taken to France! What am I going to do? Got to say something, or they'll attack me with loaves of bread shaped like phalluses, and drag me to the guillotine! » Yes, I'm reading e2 again. « U Mary bila malenkaya ovtza. » Everything is funnier in Scottish, you know.
« We are still good friends. I'm reading everything. »
Are cat-allergies soon to be a thing of the past? Are Wikipedians INT-mutants? And could I be bloody azundris bloody com? While we're trying to work it out, Dresden is conducting shite tests. What can I say? We need some stuff, we know some stuff: Comics used to be pretty damn weird in the olden days. And the chicken came before the cathedral. No, honestly.

In der US-Ausgabe 36 von Harley Quinn kommt so ein Gangster vor, der eigentlich deutsch hätte reden sollen … hätten sie doch jemanden gefragt, der sich damit auskennt! :-)
Auch wenn ich vermute, dass eigentlich "Die, scum!" gemeint war (Get it? Get it?) — als langjährige Freundin würfellosen Rollenspiels hat mir die Sprechblase natürlich trotzdem Tränen der Rührung in die Augen getrieben …

The preferred language in my web-browser is set to French, and it's always a surprise to see who has translations, who doesn't, and who... means well. : )

When I was in school, the music teach taught us thus: There are innumerable sub-genres of metal — heavy metal, black metal, death metal, what-not. You can usually tell them apart by what size amps they have.

Of course, he was being sarcastic — it's not really that easy. In truth, it's more a combination of how many distortion pedals they have, how bad their "singer" is — Cradle of Filth and Subway to Sally come to mind as bands that are lethal unless played through a karaoke system —, and how inane their lyrics are (Blind Guardian are a good example here, as are, once again, Subway to Sally).

But of course, nobody's aware of these things anymore; apparently, they don't teach music like they used to. Kids don't know shit these days, and if you google that, your best match is in fact "kids don't know shit about music" — written by a 15-year-old. Good grief, man! Even teenagers are beginning to see through MTV! Eat your heart out, content industry! Die flaming death, techno rehashes!

Upon her birth, Francesca Brandlynn's parents had the horrifying realization: They had fallen behind in the mad dash to come up with the strangest name they could and soon, the Soviets would perfect the Ultimate Dumb-Ass Name.
Thanks, Tal.