Well, it's been a bit of fun and has lasted nearly three years, but it's time to pull the plug.
A great poet once wrote "Nothing really rocks, and nothing really rolls, and nothing's really worth the cost" which doesn't actually apply in this case but I've been trying to fit it in for ages.
For the link starved, I would recommend the following :
I might do something else in the autumn (but then again, I might not), and I do hope that Jon knocks something up for euro 2004 (his world cup coverage being a personal highlight of the last two and a half years), but for now it's thanks for visiting and a final Goodbye from Accidents aren't naughty.
(comments? (looks down) nope, doesn't look like they are working. bugger)
posted by Unknown 18:46
(May 11, 2004)
eep, indeed...
Someone on b3ta just posted a link to this matched pair of weblogs, by an ex-husband and wife with - erm, issues...
He's rather worried about animals - not the ordinary ones, they're fine...no, the one's he is worried about are the government surveillance animals. He made a poster:
Like any reasonable person faced with such a threat, he started to fight back, killing stuff...and then the the guilt started:
("When I did fall asleep around 5am this morning I had a dream that was super realistic - it was terrible. I was in the woods by my house and being chased by the ghosts of all the animals I have got rid of. They chased me to my hut and began to break down the walls and door - "please let me in, please let me in" they shouted. Little stoats with legs hangin off, flies with only one wing, rabbits still with the nooses from snares around their necks, all manner of creature was there even a big owl with an arrow protruding from its forehead just like the one I shot the other day.
They got through the doors and wall, came into the house and pinned me down - then they started biting at my flesh, taking great dirty gulps, scoffin me down until all that was left was my head, then the stoat came and jumped into my mouth and started burrowing down my throat with the fen trap still attached to it's tail")
On the face of it, her weblog is a little more rational, a little less creative. But read on, and you soon realise all is not quite right...here's an excerpt:
"I rememebr singing this song when I was packing my bags to move out from my ex-husband's house.
I'd just spent a few hours filling all the electrical appliancies in the house with water, cutting the crotch out of all his trousers,
moving all the furniture out into the garden and attaching a sign saying 'Take me I'm Free', and filling his fish pond with creasote.
I swapped the Smash for Weedkiller put signs in local phone boxes offering his man to man services and phoned the police tipping them off that he was the serial killer who had killed 9 women, to finish off I dumped a box of knives covered with pig's blood in the lounge, and stuck all the newspaer headlines to the wall with the pictures of the women and more random pictures to pretend that they were the new ones he was stalking.
Then I phoned the police and hid in the park opposite to see what happened. It was great.
They came and put him in a car, they took bags and bags of evidence away, I went to see him and he was crying I told them I didn't know him
and went back to the house and set fire to it. He still hasn't recovered, and there's nothing left of the house, I think it's importanty that he learns a lesson: Next Time Sirus, don't say that my art work is just bad art therapy, then maybe I wouldn't have to hurt you."
For someone, The rasterbator will be just what they're looking for...
posted by Unknown 16:48
(May 03, 2004)
it's a bit quiet out there, but here's some stuff...
(I made that and was unreasonably pleased so am inflicting it on you now)...
The RIAA, (who are the american copyright police) seed file sharing networks with fake files - usually a couple of seconds of the track you are looking for and then several minutes of digital noise (think "metal machine music" or some of Bum Gravy's more extreme moments)....it therefore goes without saying that as most tunes available on filesharing networks are pop-shite, this often represents a vast improvement, and as is the way of the interweb, these are being collected here for your listening pleasure...
talking of music, London Booted is London Calling by the clash turned, track by track into bootlegs by various people...it's for charidee, so don't forget to donate...there is a new bootleg/mash-up/bastard pop newsletter thingy called The Confidential - no website yet so you will need to sign up via GYBO...the reason you might want to do this is that it includes links to exclusive new tracks, such as this rather splendid poj master remix of "Fit but you know it" (I know direct linking is a bit naughty, so if anyone objects mail me and I'll change it)...
And that's kind of it...I'm spending too much time on B3ta and not enough trawling the net for stuff to show and tell, so please do send in or (if you've a login) post your own links before this atrophies altogether...
