Sdtrk: ‘Simple man’ by Klaus Nomi

Having left the Wilderness that is Being Forcibly Offline, I’ve discovered that three blogs that I check on a daily basis have gone tits up: the tag-team media-sharing duo of X-Y-Z-Cosmonaut and 55 Bells, and Rentell’s the-long-narrowing-tunnel, which was only briefly in existence. They’ll definitely be missed.

However! Two semi-recent editions to the fold would be Momentary Lapse Of Reason (‘His fascination with lady robots frightens and confuses me,’ reads the mouseover text on the link to ‘Shouting etc etc’) and il Pulitore Nudo delle Fenestre, helmed by a former-Doll-owner-turned-screenwriter. Please welcome them into your homes, and your lives.

Blogs! They’re everywhere; you can’t get away from them

Sdtrk: ‘Capsules’ by Cabaret Voltaire

D’ye hear that? That reverberating grey-black-and-neon-green sound of ‘apocalypse porn’, as the blog American Stranger amusingly has ‘Shouting etc etc’ categorised under? That is the sound of me being back online full-time. Woo! Woo.
The Missus, Tsukihime and I still aren’t entirely settled, and now that, thanks to the combined efforts of Comcast and SafeTinspector, The Series of Tubes is finally attached directly to our computers, we’ll probably get less work done. Heh. Although I have to say, Shi-chan and I are about entering negotiations concerning another television interview, so we’ve got to get to work in tidying up Deafening silence Plus…

Speaking of apocalypse porn, a concerned reader by the name of Rehka writes:

Haha, so I’m living in a dorm right now and through their internet services, I actually can’t access your blog because it has been filed under a sexual category and I go to a baptist university, haaha. How do you feel about that?

Heh, both offended and amused, really. I mean, moreso than usual. Although it’s occurred maybe once or twice, I try not to post any pics of Dolls exposing their rubbery jubbelys, cos I know I have a couple of readers that check my site out from their local public library (zszsz, I’m looking in your direction), but I always make the distinction that there’s a difference between seeing breasts in a pornographic context, and seeing them in a non-pornographic context, just as there’s a difference between nudity (fine art) and bein’ nekkid (pr0n). As you well know, I don’t merely see Dolls as sex toys, and I do realise that there may be some people that are fearful of seeing tits, as they may dredge up the entirely valid fear of death by smothering, but at a facility of higher learning, the staff could stand to be a little less draconian about their website censorship. You’re at a grade school? Sure, block ‘Shouting etc etc’, that’s entirely understandable. But one would hope that a person of college age would be more mature about these things. I mean, despite the fact that they’re in college and all.
Blah blah blah censorship, blah blah blah Doll tits. Where was I going with this? I could wave it off with a typical flippant line, such as Well, if the baptists are censoring me, then I’m clearly doing something right, but attacking the baptists’ withered dogma would be like attacking a withered, err… dog. With a Liston knife. I’m sorry, I’ve no idea where that came from, but it’s really making me giggle.
Sorry, Rekha! Maybe they’ll allow you to subscribe to my RSS feed?* It doesn’t display any pictures, which is of course half the fun, but it’s better than nowt, right?

And damn it all, the esteemed Amber Hawk Swanson and her equally lovely Synthetik bride had invited me to catch a Chicago-area screening of ‘Lars and the Real Girl‘**, but scheduling prevented it. Actually, it’s on a Saturday, but my (distasteful adjective) job requires me to work mornings to afternoons that day. Grr. Now that I’ve moved, I need to really start looking for a job that doesn’t siphon off discrete amounts of my soul every day I’m there… Well, a job that doesn’t siphon off as much of my soul, at any rate.

So there you have it! We now return you to the usual passel of retro architecture, eclectic news items, and more-than-slightly-biased lust for Synthetiks that passes for posts round here. Heigh ho!

*N.B.: please ask a qualified Internet CyberTechnician about RSS and Atom feeds, cos I haven’t a clue as to how that shit works

**In all honesty, she didn’t just invite me; she invited everyone in her mailing list. The sentiment still applies, though

Technorati tags: American Stranger, Amber Hawk Swanson, Lars and the Real Girl, Liston knife

Sdtrk: ‘Able bodied’ by Subliminal self

So I should be back online in the next couple of days! No, I’m serious; Comcast is sending one of their finest agents round to mine this Friday, in order to throw the enormous knife switch labelled ‘Inter Net’ into the On position. Which’ll be nice, as I’ve got some tidbits of negligible interest that I’ll nevertheless be writing about coming up soon.
In the meantime, lookit:

Looks like crap, tastes like shite. Such value!

Management actually went up and down the aisles a couple of nights ago at work and passed out cans of luminous intestinal bile Vault, in an effort to get us all whooped up to make more sales. No, I’m serious.

I have a question: who habitually drinks that swill? In my mind, I’m picturing people with lobotomy scars, dribbling rivulets of Vault down their hospital gown shirtfronts… and even they’re wincing at its extreme ‘citrus’ ‘taste’.

Hours later, I passed the can, which was only 2% empty, to our janitor. He probably naturally thought it was completely drained, as it slipped from his grasp and landed on the open end, dumping most of its lurid contents onto the carpet next to my cubicle. About a minute later, I couldn’t stop smelling Vault.

Clearly, management has it in for us

Sdtrk: ‘Mind how you go’ by The Advisory Circle

Hi there! Yep, still moving. Well, to be honest, like 95% of my stuff is already there, but we still haven’t gotten an Interonet connection set up, which you can blame my dodgy work hours for that. Go ahead! I do! But I intend on getting that at least sussed this week, as not having teh interwebs is like not having functioning sinks, as far as I’m concerned. Or rather, given the nature of most of the World Wide Wet, it’s like not having a functioning toilet. But you know what I mean.

Now I have to attempt to cram a bookcase into my car, so enjoy this still from ‘Monique‘ in the interim. Back in a few!

Probably the most famous Celine-type RealDoll around. At the very least,
she’s certainly the most French

Sdtrk: ‘No more trains’ by Braille

When it comes to Things That Are Most Likely to Prevent Effective Moving, one of the top three things cited will be Getting the Flu. That’s right. For fuck’s sake. As of this writing, though, I’ve had it for three days, and with the help of copious draughts of Alka-seltzer and more sleep than the human body is meant to have in a 12-hour period, I’m fighting this thing. Surely there are better ways to spend one’s time?

A little while back, barstowmama forwarded me the honour of the Blogging Star Award! ‘This is for meritorious work in blogging and telling things as they are. Keep up the good work!’ she says, which leads me to believe that she’s confused ‘Shouting etc etc’ for some other blog entirely. Nevertheless, thanks very much!
So have you seen her YouTube channel yet? You should.

Also, part two of Violet Blue’s article for the SFGate, ‘The Rape of the Real Doll‘ is available for intense perusal. Oddly enough, a lot of the comments on it are blasting her for seemingly copying and pasting sizeable sections from the post I wrote on ‘Lars and the Real Girl‘ a while ago. Wow. Can you say ‘missing the point’? Personally, if I find that someone has said something that I either agree with or wholeheartedly back, I’d rather quote them first, as it just makes more sense to me. Besides, I’m really left with the impression that had she not been writing about RealDolls, people wouldn’t have been so critical. But you know how it is with these things…

Right, I’m going to try to cram more boxes full of books, then I intend on rewarding my good work with starting to watch my burned Cd-ROMs of either Turn A Gundam or Kamen rider 555. But… which one?? zOMG

Technorati tags: Violet Blue, RealDolls, Turn A Gundam, Kamen rider Faiz, flu

Sdtrk: see below

So yeah! Still moving. I’m actually typing this from my parents, where there’s a functioning Interonet connection…
We’re about, err, 60% done? That’s not including the ‘arranging things where we want them’ phase, so this will be a Work in Progress probably until the end of the month. How did you spend September? they will ask. Our answer: Moving shit around and sweating like New York waiters.

In the meantime, I’d like to share this with yü: Driving around today, I was listening to disk one of New order’s ‘Substance 1987’. It had been a number of months since I last heard it, and I was utterly floored again as to how unbelievably good The perfect kiss (track 07) is — it’s either my favourite, or my second favourite song by them, I’ve not decided which. The video for it (FAC 321 in the Factory records listing) is rather good too. Directed by Jonathan Demme, the man behind ‘The Silence of the Lambs’ and other feature films, it’s an austere affair that fits perfectly in with the early days of the band’s ‘anti-image’, as it’s simply Bernard, Hooky, Gill and Stee performing the song in a practise room. This video was particularly notable for me, as when I first saw it,
1) I had no idea that the band members switched up their instruments during the song
2) I’d never seen a sequencer in ‘action’
3) Peter Hook is a fucking Bass God
and 4) seeing Gillian simply confirms why I find English lasses into New wave so very very lovely. Yum.

So with that in mind, please enjoy the full 10.38 version of The perfect kiss.

GILLIAN YOU MADE ME LOVE YOU

Sdtrk: ‘Please read me’ by the Bee Gees

Begging your indulgence: I will be absent for a while, as the Missus and I are moving. After almost two months of apartment hunting, plans turning to ash, and most of the landlords in the Tri-county area of Michigan wanting too much for too little, I’ve found an ideal location in Oakland county. Finally, our Long National Nightmare is over. Now the silly process of boxing up our entire lives and transporting it several miles begins! Ugh.
Why can’t someone invent a machine that essentially teleports all of a person’s crap from one location to another, with but the flip of a switch? I’d do some research on it, but I’m too busy filling up these boxes with my godforsaken belongings.

Broadcasting should return to normal standards in a week or so. In the meantime, did you read the previous post? Well, read it again!