Classics of western literature av Berkeley Breathed

Now wait for last year av Philip K. Dick

Individual science fiction stories may seem as trivial as ever to the blinder critics and philosophers of today - but the core of science fiction, its essence has become crucial to our salvation if we are to be saved at all.
Isaac Asimov

'Wonderful ... a heady mix of Flann O'brien, Douglas Adams, Tom Sharpe and Ken Campbell, but with an inbuilt irreverence and indelicacy that is unique - and makes it the long-awaited, heavy smoker's answer to The Lord of the Rings'
Time Out om Robert Rankin

The future is here. It's just not widely distributed yet.
William Gibson

The three-legged stool of understanding is held up by history, languages, and mathematics. Equipped with these three you can learn anything you want to learn. But if you lack any one of them you are just another ignorant peasant with dung on your boots.
Robert Heinlein

'An urban myth. Like the dyslexic devil worshipper who sold his soul to Santa.' - Robert Rankin (Raiders of the Lost Car Park))

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tirsdag, september 27, 2005

Library Thing

Jeg fant denne riktig flotte saken for å organisere boksamlingen min. Dette er en webside som lar deg taste inn et isbn nummer eller forfatter eller tittel og deretter søker tvers i gjennom amazon.com og library of congress.

Funker fint for meg (men jeg har mye amerikansk-utgitt litteratur) men sikkert ikke så fint hvis du må manuelt pønsje inn alle Dagfinn Grønoset bøkene dine.

De 200 første bøkene er gratis og deretter er det en engangsavgift på ti dollar.
Billig.

Drømmer

Sånn inspirert av noen postinger på bloggen til Meister Krogh ( ja jeg fant igjennom Roy) så tenkte jeg at jeg skulle snakke litt om drømmer.

Mer spesifikt en drøm.

Dette er en den drømmen da jeg står på toppen av et høyhus i Oslo og ser på et sjuhelvetes tordenvær sammen med Jahn Otto Johansen. Noen ganger regner det gravemaskiner også.

Er det andre som har den?

søndag, september 25, 2005

Nesten litt slitsomt..

Men denne bloggen her har samlet 21 forskjellige versjoner av Napeolon XIVs forunderlige "They're coming to take me away ha-ha"

Her kan du høre versjoner av Josephine XIVs svar og multiple versjoner av Napoleon XIV himself.

Til og med Lard er representert.



En liten advarsel er på sin plass: Du skal ikke høre på mer en et halvt dussin av disse før den rytmen begynner å sitte fast i hodet på deg. Snart merker du at går i takt med de trommene når du henter kaffe. Sjelden en bra ting.

Hvis noen lurer på hva som skjedde videre med Napoleon XIV så finner du svaret her.

lørdag, september 24, 2005

Det er bare å pælme Mac og Linux folkens

Tommi Kyrrä fra den finske versjonen av IFPI har uttalt følgende til et finsk nettsted:

"Now, we need to understand that listening to music on your computer is an extra privilege. Normally people listen to music on their car or through their home stereos... If you are a Linux or Mac user, you should consider purchasing a regular CD player."


Det når vel snart det nivået at du får kun kjøpt CD'er i bytte mot skriftlig løfte om at ingen andre enn du får høre på denne CD'en, i ditt private hjem, og bak nedtrullede gardiner og på forhåndsgodkjent avspiller..

Det finnes bare en måte å bekjempe DRM på CD-plater. La vær å kjøpe DRM-beskyttet matriale.

fredag, september 23, 2005

Cutie Honey

Cutie Honey Var en meget populær manga som startet på 70-tallet i Japan. Den handlet om en søt pike (derav navnet naturlig nok) som døde men ble vekket til live igjen, som en androide, ved hjelp av sin onkels fremforskede nanoboter. Cutie Honey har selvfølgelig superkrefter. Disse aktiviseres ved at hun sier Honey Flash. Nå eksisterer det åpenbart flere versjoner av mangaen - den første regnes, i vesten, som uegnet for barn siden Cutie Honey har en tendens til å få revet av seg klærne og ender ofte opp i undertøyet. De senere versjonene er noe mer vestlige i sine verdivalg.


Cutie Honey i tegnet versjon.

Cutie Honeys hovedfiender er Panther Claw en gruppering bestående av fargerike erkerivaler som Gold Claw og Black Claw etc etc.

Cutie can også bytte klær og utseende på et øyeblikk slik at hun kan være politikvinne eller bokser eller hva som helst.

I 2004 bestemte man seg altså for å gjøre en film av denne mangaen:


Cutie Honey i spillefilmversjon.

Filmen begynner, selvfølgelig, med Cutie Honey i badekaret. Telefonen ringer og Cutie hører at onkelen blir bortført. Hun spretter opp av badekaret og prøver seg med et sprettent Honey Flash men det fungerer ikke. Cutie Honey må fylle kroppen sin med junkfood for at nanobotene skal få energi - så dermed begynner en av de mest bemerkelsesverdige sekvensene jeg har sett på film. Cutie finner nemlig ikke klærne sine så hun må ikle seg en søppelpose (!) før hun løper ned til butikken på hjørnet. Underveis skaper hun trafikkkaos og mye slapstick underholdning siden det åpenbart ikke er vanlig i Japan at piker løper ned gaten kun iført undertøy og en gjennomsiktig søppelpose. Sekvensen er tonsatt med en forunderlig melodi som minner meg om florlett fransk easy-listening. Det er enkelt å skjønne at denne sekvensen skal fortelle alle denne filmen er ment rent ut sagt tullete. Jeg tror også at store mengder japanske designer-drugs har spilt en vesentlig rolle.

Har jeg nevnt at karaktererene kan briste ut i sang når som helst? At designen ser ut til å være Pop-art på syre?

Jeg vil kalle dette den beste superhelt-filmen noensinne som ikke er lagd av Tim Burton.





tirsdag, september 20, 2005

Guru-slagord jeg liker

Warren Ellis ville ha et slagord som han kunne bruke hvis han skulle bli guru.

Det fikk han:

mandag, september 19, 2005

Åssen i huleste...


Har jeg havnet her og hvordan vet de navnet mitt? Det er nesten så jeg begynner å tro at jeg var full..



fra: http://www.midamericon.org/photoarchive/05worldb8.htm

søndag, september 18, 2005

Jeg er litt usikker på om..

folk vil synes at jeg mindre til mann fordi jeg liker pene piker med middelaldervåpen?

tirsdag, september 13, 2005

Om det å være fattig..

SF-forfatteren John Scalzi skrev følgende essay etter katastrofen i New Orleans og spørsmålene fra rike republikanere om hvorfor de fattigste ikke reiste fra byen.

Being Poor

Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.
Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.
Being poor is having to keep buying $800 cars because they're what you can afford, and then having the cars break down on you, because there's not an $800 car in America that's worth a damn.
Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.
Being poor is knowing your kid goes to friends' houses but never has friends over to yours.
Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won't hear you say "I get free lunch" when you get to the cashier.
Being poor is living next to the freeway.
Being poor is coming back to the car with your children in the back seat, clutching that box of Raisin Bran you just bought and trying to think of a way to make the kids understand that the box has to last.
Being poor is wondering if your well-off sibling is lying when he says he doesn't mind when you ask for help.
Being poor is off-brand toys.
Being poor is a heater in only one room of the house.
Being poor is knowing you can't leave $5 on the coffee table when your friends are around.
Being poor is hoping your kids don't have a growth spurt.
Being poor is stealing meat from the store, frying it up before your mom gets home and then telling her she doesn't have make dinner tonight because you're not hungry anyway.
Being poor is Goodwill underwear.
Being poor is not enough space for everyone who lives with you.
Being poor is feeling the glued soles tear off your supermarket shoes when you run around the playground.
Being poor is your kid's school being the one with the 15-year-old textbooks and no air conditioning.
Being poor is thinking $8 an hour is a really good deal.
Being poor is relying on people who don't give a damn about you.
Being poor is an overnight shift under florescent lights.
Being poor is finding the letter your mom wrote to your dad, begging him for the child support.
Being poor is a bathtub you have to empty into the toilet.
Being poor is stopping the car to take a lamp from a stranger's trash.
Being poor is making lunch for your kid when a cockroach skitters over the bread, and you looking over to see if your kid saw.
Being poor is believing a GED actually makes a goddamned difference.
Being poor is people angry at you just for walking around in the mall.
Being poor is not taking the job because you can't find someone you trust to watch your kids.
Being poor is the police busting into the apartment right next to yours.
Being poor is not talking to that girl because she'll probably just laugh at your clothes.
Being poor is hoping you'll be invited for dinner.
Being poor is a sidewalk with lots of brown glass on it.
Being poor is people thinking they know something about you by the way you talk.
Being poor is needing that 35-cent raise.
Being poor is your kid's teacher assuming you don't have any books in your home.
Being poor is six dollars short on the utility bill and no way to close the gap.
Being poor is crying when you drop the mac and cheese on the floor.
Being poor is knowing you work as hard as anyone, anywhere.
Being poor is people surprised to discover you're not actually stupid.
Being poor is people surprised to discover you're not actually lazy.
Being poor is a six-hour wait in an emergency room with a sick child asleep on your lap.
Being poor is never buying anything someone else hasn't bought first.
Being poor is picking the 10 cent ramen instead of the 12 cent ramen because that's two extra packages for every dollar.
Being poor is having to live with choices you didn't know you made when you were 14 years old.
Being poor is getting tired of people wanting you to be grateful.
Being poor is knowing you're being judged.
Being poor is a box of crayons and a $1 coloring book from a community center Santa.
Being poor is checking the coin return slot of every soda machine you go by.
Being poor is deciding that it's all right to base a relationship on shelter.
Being poor is knowing you really shouldn't spend that buck on a Lotto ticket.
Being poor is hoping the register lady will spot you the dime.
Being poor is feeling helpless when your child makes the same mistakes you did, and won't listen to you beg them against doing so.
Being poor is a cough that doesn't go away.
Being poor is making sure you don't spill on the couch, just in case you have to give it back before the lease is up.
Being poor is a $200 paycheck advance from a company that takes $250 when the paycheck comes in.
Being poor is four years of night classes for an Associates of Art degree.
Being poor is a lumpy futon bed.
Being poor is knowing where the shelter is.
Being poor is people who have never been poor wondering why you choose to be so.
Being poor is knowing how hard it is to stop being poor.
Being poor is seeing how few options you have.
Being poor is running in place.
Being poor is people wondering why you didn't leave.

Scalzis blog er her:
http://www.scalzi.com/whatever/
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Nick Mamatas føyde til noen mer internasjonale punkter:

Being poor is being sold, by your parents, to a whorehouse that caters to wealthy foreign tourists. You're eight years old. You're worth $75. $50 if you have sprouted any pubic hair prior to sale.

Being poor is being beaten by your overseer with branches and bicycle chains, because your diet of unripe bananas and your living arrangements of twenty to a room, sleeping on wooden planks, makes your 12 year-old body too weak to efficiently harvest the cocoa bean with which chocolate is made.

Being poor is having a gun put in your hand and being marched 300 miles to exterminate some strangers in another village. You do it because you get a whole bowful of rice, actual paper money sometimes, and get to keep whatever you find in the huts of the people you've killed. Plus, people from that village were sent by the other warlord to kill your parents six months ago. Sweet sixteen.

Being poor is being represented by a number on the collateral damage sidebar of a magazine article discussing whether or not your killers are being supported sufficiently by SUV ribbon magnets and Jessica Simpson concerts.

Being poor is strangling your first born because she has a vagina, and you won't ever have the trade goods sufficient for a dowry.

Being poor is living in a shack made from trash and corrugated metal in the heavily toxic dump by the maquiladora in which you work to make dress slacks because your wages aren't enough to rent even the humblest abode. You look forward to your son -- the one who wasn't born with CP -- turning nine because then you'll be a triple-income family.

Being poor is having your wife and children shot while you watch because you tried to organize a union. They'd shoot you too, but then you'd need to be replaced on the assembly line. And you wouldn't be able to warn everyone else away from unionizing.

Being poor is depending on roots and magic for healing.

Being poor is avoiding the hospital even when there is one locally, because conditions there are absolutely septic. At least a magic spell won't kill you faster. (The roots might.)

Being poor is dying in a factory fire because you were chained to your machine. Kids your age have a disruptive tendency to crawl under their workstation to the floor and take naps if they're not properly chained.

Being poor is being left to drown in an inner tube on the ocean, because we have enough maids this year, thanks for asking.

Being poor is having your rectum searched for "stolen" diamond dust after a twenty-hour shift in the mine.

Being poor is working your whole life, sometimes with a gun to the back of your head, to create the goods which the poor of the industrial West can't afford sufficient quantities of to be considered middle class.
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Mamatas blog er her:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nihilistic_kid/

Eric Frank Russells "Wasp."



Jeg har ikke lest denne boken. Men etter å ha lest omtalen av den på Boston.com så må den bare kjøpes inn.

Terry Pratchett omtaler den som den morsomste terrorist håndboken noensinne og med tanke på at den faktisk ble skrevet i 1957 så passer vel denne boken godt.

Boken harselerer også rundt byråkratisk "double-speak" og i omtalen dras dette eksempelet frem;

'For months we have been making triumphant retreats before a demoralized enemy who is advancing in utter disorder."

Hvis du skulle finne på å mangle versjoner av James Bond temaet



Så hjelper DENNE bloggen deg med det. Personlig har jeg alltid værtr svak for Mobys versjon..

[Listening to: James Bond Theme (Moby's Re-Version) (Moby's Extended Dance Mix) - Moby - (3:13)]

søndag, september 11, 2005

Bukkake-referanser i Jpop

Puffy AmiYumi sin nyeste singel heter "Joining a fanclub." Dette er en temmelig energisk og (typisk nok) überhappy versjon av Jellyfishs gamle slager. Musikkvideoen kan du se: her.
Den er fullstendig trygg å se på jobben men Bukkake-referansene i denne videoen blir kanskje litt ..eh.. åpenbare?



Og dette kommer ikke så lenge etter Ai Otsuka slapp sitt andre album "Love Jam" med dette coveret:



Nå er det vel ingen fare for at vi får se noen av våre hjemlige idoldeltagere i musikkvideoer med pornografiske referanser - trist nok.


Comment spam

Jeg forresten at jeg har mine første comment-spams. Jeg har i grunn ventet på det - jeg ser at andre bloggere sliter med opptil 500 comment spams om dagen. I verste fall må jeg forhåndsgodkjenne alle comments før de kommer på siden. Vi får håpe at jeg slipper det ..

Tøffeste mannen i New Orleans

For noen dager siden dukket dette bildet opp hos AP:



og noen dager senere:



Og noen sier at John Wayne er død?