Friday, February 02, 2007

THEY TOOK BOSTON!



The Mooninite entry from the Urban Dictionary. (See links on right.)

Two dimensional creatures that hail from the inner core of the moon. They are arrogant, are often bad influences on those who come in contact with them, and have the ability to shoot large square like projectiles from their moon weapons.They can be seen on the Adult Swim show Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Mooninites launched an attack on Earth in January 2007. They succeeded in shutting down Boston on Wednesday, January 31.
You’ve probably seen it all on TV already, with all the mandatory phony media outrage – “how dare you scare us with flashing lights when there’s a War on Terror, wah, wah, wah, wah" – and the two freaks responsible and the size of the one’s dreadlocks, but I’ve only just got in after doing some recording with Andy and then falling asleep on the couch after the beer I drank, so I haven’t had a real chance to the matter things through, but I know I recognise this guerrilla Dadaism of the highest order, even though it was weirdly promoting a corporate cartoon show, but that in itself may well be a sign of the new century. It also points up the abject cowardice of the average square. (And what about Boston's finest? Mother of God what a dumb and easily paniced bunch of assholes?)

The secret word is Envious
Now question wrestling with aliens.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

TIME TO WRESTLE ALIENS PART 2



HCB posts a visual comment and the message, “You left out the primary Metalunan mutant motivation, (Bad) Faith Domergue!”

And you might wonder why we’re wasting so much time, space, and energy on whacked retro-alien trivia, when there’s so much else of so much more vital importance in the world. Well, my friends, the answer is that here at Doc40 we’re both biding our time and covering our bases. It would seem that the aliens might be back. First they buzzed Chicago and more recently Hawaii.
Also, despite all of the voices raised in universal condemnation, George W. fucking Bush seems bent on provoking some kind of military confrontation with Iran in the near future. The nuke-fear machine is cranking up, but, thank heavens, only the extreme wing nuts are listening. Unfortunately that doesn’t seem to deter either him or his Uncle Cheney, and they're just surging ahead.

And so I wait -- maybe for another instalment in the neocom apocalyse-soon -- having minimal if any fun, watching far too much TV, and concerning myself more with the Cylon menace than the Mamalukes of Islam.

The secret word is Juvenile

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Molly Ivins -- RIP

"Freedom fighters don't always win, but they're always right."

TIME TO WRESTLE ALIENS



The imperative is inescapable, and thus I am unable to comment on much that is currently rushing through my mind, not least of which is whether, in the context of such a conflict, I myself might, in fact, be the alien, since humanity seems fundamentally a state of mind and not an especially amusing one at that. But that, in turn, begs the question -- should I turn out be alien, would I merely be a Metalunan with the elevated forehead or a full-blown Mutant? I fear that Gaius Baltar may turn out to be my hero for 2007, especially since they shot him up with the green acid. I still, of course, have to metastasize a tall invisible blonde with a glowing spine, and, so far, all I have managed is a six-foot alcoholic rabbit. But now I must go and yet again attempt to turn this cerebral dysfunction into a viable commodity. Such is the condition of my condition and the penalty of my profession.

In the meantime, Doug the Bass sent over Reg Kehoe and his Marimba Queens. Keep watching the bass player! Keep watching the bass player!

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

SAY WHAT? LEMMY? GAY?
























One of the most dangerous ways homosexuality invades family life is through popular music. Parents should keep careful watch over their children's listening habits.”

This warning is issued on a website called Love God’s Way that has to be seen to be believed. As well as citing Oscar Wilde as a "reformed homosexual", it includes a massive list of bands and artists it considers dangerous representatives of the homosexual conspiracy to corrupt the youth of America, and there, as you read down the list, you discover the name Motorhead. The mind boggles, not only at the idea of Lemmy – pictured above left, on stage with yours truly at London’s old Marquee club – being part of a gay conspiracy, but also that people who believe this nonsense inhabit, and have considerable political influence in, a global superpower with more than enough WMDs to destroy all of humanity.

The secret word is Aghast

Barabaro -- RIP

Monday, January 29, 2007

IT'S A GRAND OLD CANYON BUT...

yet another reason the rest of the world is getting very nervous of the USA.
From the New Scientist
"The Grand Canyon was formed a few thousand years ago by Noah's flood, and not a few million years ago by geological forces, right? So says a glossy book still on sale in Grand Canyon National Park, despite scientists' protests.
The National Park Service has been promising to reconsider whether to sell the book since 2003 (New Scientist, 9 July 2005, p 8), but an investigation by the Washington DC-based pressure group Public Employees for Environmental Responsibility discovered that the review hasn't happened. PEER also charges the NPS with blocking the publication of a pamphlet which describes creationism as non-scientific and advises park rangers how to distinguish science from religion in explaining geology to the public.
NPS spokesman David Barna compares the park's bookshops to a public library, with books on "many alternative beliefs", adding "it is not our role to tell people what to believe".
However, PEER director Jeff Ruch says that by selling the book, the government-funded park is breaking its own rules by appearing to support a religion
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Or you could try this piece of nastiness pointed out by some girl, which will plainly be used against civilians. (As in us.)

The secret word is Flee

Sunday, January 28, 2007

SHE'S BACK!



A NICE SUNDAY BREAKFAST


(Courtesy of egg, bacon, chips, and beans)
And then, after all that grease, and thanks to Wendy (who would be revolted by the above), we can watch Uncle Bill Burroughs purchase a parrot. (It's a silent film, there's nothing wrong with your computer.)
CRYPTIQUE -- I had a pony. His name was Lucifer.

FELINE BULLETIN

For fans of Newton the cat, (no, the picture is not of him but one of his better groomed stunt doubles) he was not well yesterday but, after considerable human attention and anxious words to multiple deities, he now appears restored to his to former healthily demanding disposition.





The secret word is Recovery