Category Archives: death

Heath Ledger’s Nick Drake video: Black-Eyed Dog

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Unfortunately, the video is marred by the incessant nattering of a group of twangy Australian talking heads, some of whom grin in the most merciless fashion while discussing Nick Drake‘s suicide and Heath Ledger‘s depression, no doubt thinking all the while of their ratings. If I find a version without them, rest assured I will post it.

For those who don’t know, Nick Drake is a formerly-forgotten British troubadour who, for the past year or so, has been experiencing a Renaissance along Tim Buckley lines. He wrote this in 1974, not long before committing suicide by overdose; the “Black Dog” was Winston Churchill‘s term for the clinical depression that marred his life from time to time. Lyrics over the jump, courtesy of APlaceToBe – Reflections of Nick Drake.

(they take video down, someone re-uploads it; let me know if it goes missing again)

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the Animatus Collection: life, death, and Acme

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Behold, ye, the poignant, yet magnificent, splendor of Korean sculptor Hyungkoo Lee‘s soul-chillingly beautiful Animatus Collection.

From the ethereal elegance of the Geococcyx Animatus…

Geococcyx Animatus

To the cunning, resolute malevolence of the Canis Latrans Animatus…

Canis Latrans Animatus

This is a collection destined to haunt your nightmares, and to distort and pervert your formerly peaceful daylight hours with waking dreams of senseless violence, of constant pointless striving, of meaningless ambition thwarted, always thwarted, and, most of all, the gaping, inarticulate silence of the void.

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Public Service Announcement: Safe Sex, Ugandan Style!

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Uganda Safe Sex flyer

stolen from nurse myra at the Gimcrack Hospital who stole it, obviously, from rotten.com

That last line’s a doozy, eh?

Let us now review, apropos of nothing in particular, the difference between Theory and Practice.

The distance between theory and practice is always so much smaller in theory than in practice.

Thank you. That concludes today’s Ugandan Discussion.

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Death at the Disco: Zombie Boogie Mix

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Don’t tell me you’ve never looked out on a dance floor and thought this.

The unusually well-chosen Zombie Playlist:

  • Turn the Beat Around (Love to Hear Percussion)
  • Ladies’ Night, Oh What a Night
  • Dress You Up
  • I Will Survive
  • Good Times
  • The Freak
  • Do That Conga

Please do not mistake these zombies for this Zombie. Nor this one neither.

Thinking it over, if zombies were behind the Disco Revolution then the innate feelings of revulsion which it caused in all right-thinking people were only our own instincts trying to warn us. Naturally it was taken up by the teeming, brainless masses. You know the type: “Oh, a trail of blood. Let’s follow it!” Next minute some zombie is going all sippy-cup with their cranium.

All I can say is, if you loved Disco and still miss it, the zombies probably ate your brain back in 1983 and you didn’t even notice. How are you enjoying middle-management?

why do I ALWAYS do that?

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And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I’m not in a book club. Watch as the Giant Squid from Mister Hell acts out my day-to-day existence for your enjoyment.

moar poastz cummin souhn.