I was looking for an MP3 of “We are Machines” by Animals & Men and stumbled across this site.
http://www.orbis-quintus.net/blog/
Robots, comics, articles about conspiracies, the occult, physics, film, and Mary Timony….
It’s like our deformed blood-craving twin that we carry around in a basket.
Inglehoffer mustard is incredible. I suggest you try some out. So far, we’ve had the stone ground (probably the best), the honey mustard, the extra hot mustard, and the horseradish (not mustard, but still good). They’re all top quality and kick butt.
When Brian and I were kids in elementary school (Beaver Run), there was a joke about mustard. Ok, it was more of a one-liner. It was simply this:
Mustard is a compound word.1
We thought it was great. Actually I still think it is. It combines scatological humor, rhyming, and a little bit of schoolin’, all in one 5 word sentence.
Ok, so now you know the joke. I figured some thing like this was all over the place in the late ’80s when Brian and I thought it was the funniest thing ever. Apparently not. I think it was unique to Beaver Run.
After searching in Google for the phrase “mustard is a compound word,” I was able to find one site where this phrase existed: deviantART. I don’t know what that site is about and I’m a bit afraid to check it out. One of the users on deviantART must know of the phrase.. Somebody mentions it in the comments section on the user’s “home page” on deviantART and I also saw it in the user’s signature on another “home page” on said site.
Anyway, I’d be interested in hearing back from others as to whether or not they grew up with this classic of comedy.
1 Just in case you guys don’t get it, it’s like “Must-turd”…
Werewolves just don't bother me, only traveling Weretos. Never going home when they know they really should soon. Oh I wish they'd go and pester, Josie, Jill or Jeff Check into the zoo at Salisbury take up residence with that inconspicuous sloth. Oh those, Weretos, Weretos, where for out yous? Making a ruckus at continental breakfast, (that's where) never bidding fond ados. Always doing annoying things like wearing out my new shoes But really, there's no sense in arguing with an "I Can't Wait!" Cause a Wereto only knows one point of view... So pack an extra knapsack. Hope the Stewardess doesn't ask. The Wereto is going, no matter when, no matter how, no matter what address.
It would seem that Protozoic has gotten a bit of press and been blessed with some kind comments from a site known as the Vulture.
Click here to read what they say. Their comments are down at the bottom of the page.
In addition to being kinda-of-local (they work out of Philly), they run a pretty cool site, Gyro Worldwide, that marries creativity with marketing savy. Be sure to check them out.
Two days ago, Apple Computer announced that they would be moving away from the PowerPC chip in favor of chips from Intel. This transition would start about a year from now and finish one year later.
Last night I was privy to one of those harrowing cinematic experiences my film professor, Gary Adelstein, always hoped his students would have during a screening of Berks Filmmakers Inc., at Albright College. That is, witnessing a film that left them confused, uncertain and completely unsure just how they felt about life.
For me, the first of these aforementioned film experiences actually occurred at Berks, watching Pier Paolo Pasolini’s, Salò o le 120 giornate di Sodoma (1976). If I watched Salò today, I’m not sure how much it would shock me. This isn’t to say that its depictions of burning penises and women sitting in vats of poop isn’t horrific. Rather, it is that I now have more of a context to couch the film within and realize that Salò was aimed, in part, to shock with its portrayal of fascist Italy. As such, today, the films that leave me unsettled now are of an entirely different breed like Terry Zwigoff’s Crumb (1994), a documentary about the life and times of comic artist Robert Crumb (Grue will back me up on this one). And then there was last night’s film, Jim Van Bebber’s Deadbeat at Dawn (1988).
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Review by Dragon and Loki
Though its name resontates with all the trappings of schlock horror, Bio Zombie (1998), directed by Wilson Yip, is far from it. And this is perhaps where the charm of the film lies, in its constant ability to surprise and confound viewers’ expectations. With its not-stop genre shifting-gears, the roller-coaster 90 minutes that is Bio Zombie, not only tears through its namesake – the zombie film – but takes on the buddy film, spins round the romantic comedy, double loops back over the action film and ends in a hair-raising finale, bleak, dark and hopeless.
Starting in a mall somewhere in Cantonese-speaking Asia, the film begins by exploring the exploits of two video shop clerks, Woody and Bee. Fast-thinking and handsome, Woody finds the perfect foil in the mop-headed Bee, who is contrastingly clueless to the point that his sole ambition extends to watching a movie with a nice girl on his birthday and rather ludicrously getting the opportunity to finally use his boot knife. “Working”, in the loosest sense of the word, Woody and Bee’s day-to-day in the video shop boils down to playing video games, swindling VCDs and trying to earn a fast buck. Quickly however, the daily diversions are thrown for a turn when Woody and Bee meet their female equals, Rolls and Jelly, two beauty shop technicians who work in the same mall. While Rolls, the skinny and clingy-dressed matches Woody’s savvy and quick wits, Jelly, the somewhat less-fleshed out and arbitrarily labeled not-so-pretty one, is poised as Bee’s love interest.
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