Fallout Themed, I guess.

My mind is completely blown away by the art and writing of the following web 'comic', though perhaps web 'graphic would be a better term.

Romantically Apocalyptic

Have fun, it's a quality trip.

Ideal pad setup for hip cats, you dig?

EDIT: The amazingly hoopy froods at reddit or whomever did this built a webapp that runs everything together for you. Try http://www.comfytube.com/watch?v=aEj-mrwwaxo for example. It allows you to select from several fires, adjust volumes of each video separately, and it's mindbogglingly comfy.

I can't claim to have discovered this, but it's pretty awesome.

1. Open 3 tabs, this one: http://www.rainymood.com/ is good for many reasons.

2. Start awesome music, like so: http://endlessvideo.com/watch?v=HMnrl0tmd3k

3. Fullscreen this: http://endlessvideo.com/watch?v=DIx3aMRDUL4

4. Relax.

Also, if you have recommendations for more smooth cool jazz, let me know.

Masterpiece of ADD Editing

This year in film

Simply amazing.

Abracadabra, a title!

Wheee!

I don't really have any reason to go "Wheee!", but that's likely the best reason to do so, I've decided.

Now that my hand is nicely cramped from writing with a pencil, I shall turn to the keyboard for relief.

So this one time, not so long ago--probably further back than you can remember--lived a small chameleon and his friend, the magician Timothy the Timid.

The chameleon lived an uneventful life, eating whatever he wanted, mostly comfortable in his cozy little home, and only being pulled out of a hat on those rare occasions when Timothy could get a job performing magic for children's parties or corporate retreats*.

The chameleon enjoyed the production quite a bit; once he was out of the hat and his eyes had adjusted to the bright lights, the world became a fantastic place, filled with silk, velvet, smiling faces, and thunderous applause.

Inside of the hat wasn't quite as nice, but chameleons are much more difficult to spot while hiding in hats than rabbits, and he did his job quite well. Besides being produced from the hat at the end of the act, the chameleon sorted through decks of cards looking for the one a volunteer selected earlier in the show**.

One day the chameleon noticed how timid Timothy really was. So he then decided to convince an experienced magic rabbit to take his place in an effort to instill some confidence into our magician Timothy, but the rabbit was a bit sneaky. He stole some magic secrets and sold them to a competing magician down the street with a huge following and a bigger ego.

This started a magicians war which lasted for months, but the upshot was Timothy discovered he had a violent temper and he locked it in a jar because it scared him. The competing magician got locked in an Orb of Everlasting Tedium and Cable TV, but that was on the orders of the magicians guild which Timothy started with his chameleon.

* Timothy the Timid was quite good at exchanging one set of books for another, almost identical, set of books, but with different numbers inside. A trick which doesn't impress at children's parties very much.

** The Queen of Hearts. Timothy was a romantic.

Music Extravaganza!

I suppose not all of you are as wildly entertained by my insipid prose and nonsense as I, and perhaps would rather enjoy some lovely tunes.

To that end I post the following:

Lauren Pritchard on Conan O'Brien

Frontier Psychiatrist (Avalanches)

Since I Left You (Avalanches)

I found these enjoyable.

In other news, it's fairly cold out, being December and all.

Veritable Thingie

It has been remarkably easy for me to sit back, relax, and forget the refulgent myrmidons and their uncouth ilk which make a pretense of enjoying my dingy corner of the digital world.

My dingy little corner

This is arguably unfortunate, but leaves me, quite often, creatively unfulfilled, and with copious amounts, of commas. These, I now foist upon you, my unwitting victims of uncommonly comatose prose.

Ah. To finally unleash the many words I've had rattling about my rotten noggin!

Back to business. Have you ever had the (mis)fortune to tend to the collective egg nursery of the local penguin population? I did, last night. Penguins are apparently avian otters, and quite playful. They enjoy mucking about in the water for hours on end, and may allow you (as they did me) to tend to their giant nest.

Awesome Picture of a Penguin

You see, these particular penguins built one large nest, as they had a slight egg production problem which caused an unusual number of eggs to be produced, and their little cup verily it runneth over. So instead of littering their little corner of the world with eggs, they consolidated to a single egg nursery.

These eggs also had the unique ability to develop a sort of armor. They started a pale robin-egg blue, but if healthy, turned a sort of fuzzy green, like a pea-pod, or a tortoise-shell. This enabled me to sit upon the pile without crushing any eggs.

As I sat upon these eggs, watching the playful penguins cavort and frolic in the foamy sea or rippling creek that floweth therein, several eggs began to turn a deep shade of blue, and their surface changed from an armored vegetable to a glass filled with deep blue liquid.

The glass shattered, and the blue liquid flowed out, forming an unnaturally blue sea upon the ground which flowed away, carrying away oddly shaped beings within which I assumed were baby penguins, but were so far away from resembling their progenitors as to cause me to doubt this assumption.

I stared for a moment at this uncanny vision, before running way to draw the attention of the penguins to this event. When I returned with the excited birds, I realized I was correct in my assumption that these oddly shaped beings were indeed young penguins, as they were now covered in feathers and running around wildly.

However, one of the parents apparently was a large mountain lion, and she was a bit upset that her child had imprinted on me, and thought I was his mommy. I tried to cheer her up, as she was getting angry, and I feared for my very life, but I suspected she'd be content to just tear off an arm. I carefully handed her baby to her, and moseyed the hell away.

Freud once said something and wrote it down, and it might apply to this scenario, but I believe it was a grocery list, and I struggle to comprehend why he brought it up at this juncture. It might have had something to do with eggs or penguins, but he didn't have long to explain it before I sent him on his way.