From naomi:
what’s the difference between a new-ager and a pagan?
about $75,000 a year
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Category Archives: Generation X
Closer: hawt emosex on the accordion plus a quiz!
Yes, I think if a beer hall band had an orgy with Nine Inch Nails, then in the afterglow they sat down and collaborated on a tune (as they most definitely would, you’d think, eh?) it would definitely sound something along the likes of this.
And so, without further ado, the ol’ raincoaster blog presents Creaking Planks (featuring Rowan Lipkovits on the squeezebox) covering the immortal NIN tune, Closer.
[sorry, for whatever reason Odeo is making you sit through three and a half minutes of silence first, perhaps for Trent Reznor‘s artistic vision?]
Which Nine Inch Nails Song Are You? (Awesome pictures)
You’re “Big Man with a Gun”! [ed.note: I AM?] You’re violent, angry, and have a matching lust for blood and pleasure. You want to–well–shoot someone with your fucking gun! [ed.note: I DO? Fuck that: I just want to have them rounded up and kept in compounds away from me, that’s all] But hey, maybe you’re just misunderstood…
Take this quiz!
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the DIRTY Secret
Here’s the real secret, folks:
Sometimes New Agers can be real assholes, and the worst thing is, they float through life, wittering happily about scheduling their acupuncture according to the phases of the Jupiter’s moons, oblivious to the damage they cause, high on vast, expensive pharmacopaeas of anti-depressants and “herbs” and the fumes of rare jasmine and patchouli. And if you address their asshollery, they tell you you’re “attracting negativity by being negative” but it never once occurs to them that they, themselves, could be that negativity. I’m recycling this from the comments over at Aaron Swartz’s blog, because it deserves a wider audience, I think.
I had cancer once, a long time ago, and a friend of mine who’d come over for a “cheer me up” visit looked me in the eyes and asked, “What have you done to bring this into your life?”
I paused a moment and said, “Do you mean what have I done to bring into my life people who could ask such a question of a cancer patient?”
Yeah, I don’t see her so much anymore.
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swimming with sharks: the branding meeting in Amity
Jaws, re-edited to reveal the advertising pitch meeting we all sensed was latent in the metaphor-infested waters of that bloated old mauler.
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Bohemian Rhapsody in Scottish: Hebridean Rhapsody!
By those musical greats, the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre!
Also posted by Collin over at Cornell Finch.
Unintelligible, mangled, “r”-rrrrrollin’ lyrics decoded after the jump.
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