The King of the Swamp People's house band.
And this little niceity is like...a makeup for no Friday posts over the last month or so.
-Tsunami-
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
Getting tired of looking at things?
Here's something nice to listen to.
With a little thanks to
Warren.
With a little thanks to
Warren.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Yes...I know
I'm not writing much for your hungry eyes. But my most attractive of all internet readers, if you want my dazzling prose - read some of the fjucking Fjord archives! (There's only a YEAR AND 10 MONTHS of amusement over there)
In the meanwhile, I'm still keeping my eyes and ears open for yas.
So, watch this!
Allriiiiight.
Now,
who loves ya!?
In the meanwhile, I'm still keeping my eyes and ears open for yas.
So, watch this!
Allriiiiight.
Now,
who loves ya!?
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
There's no doubt...
I've tried (lazily, no doubt) to tell you to read Pop - over at Pop's Bucket. It seems like more than a few times, we're on the same page. Just three days after that crocodile guy gots killed by a ray, I was told a crazy story from my diver friend (back from the Gulf Coast - reconstructing messed up underwater pipelines from Katrina) about one of his co-workers who was killed by a MANTA RAY... It was a long and drawn out tale, but basically this dude had just done his job, and was decompressing hundreds of feet under the surface, when a manta got tangled up in his oxygen line (from the boat far above...fixed to his helmet) - and the beast dragged him straight to the surface...whereupon the rapid change in pressure blew out too many regulating systems (I'm no expert at human/underwater physiology so I can't tell you exactly the cause of death) but it killed him - as sure as a stinger to the heart. So, back to the idea of me and Pops being on the same page...he's talking about an underwater army of stingray bent on killing us - and I couldn't agree more. I blame Bush, since he's clearly broken a number of international treaties (ABM, Geneva...err that thing...Habeus Corpus...(do you know how the Swiss have fjucked up everjything? (maybe not that Geneva deal-i-o, but I'm a blogger so I'm just sayin') Versallies, Potsdam...sorry it's pretty obvious after the first two I'm just making stuff up) Irregardless - something has happened. Where the Human/Ray/Skate non-aggression pact , which has been intact for eons, has now been broken. Clearly we are not equipped as a species, to deal with this threat. I'm only wondering when the first deadly skate attack is going to occur, and what the government is going to do about it. These species are obviously more effective than the terrorists...which might mean they even have some sort of creepy alliance. Now, knowing what I know about alliances/non-aggression pacts/political wheelings and dealings from the past...I have to say, it's kinda' obvious - when a friend becomes an enemy, then the enemy of my friend becomes my friend. And I don't like where this is going. I really don't.
-Tsunami-
-Tsunami-
The Wandering Rhino wrote something nice
And we're going to post it without his permission! (this is gonna be grate!!!)
It goes like this...
The next Morning.
"So why the hell did it take that long" Doug said with a quizical look on his face. Doug was the only friend Geoff knew with any power, he was a logistics manager.
"It was just nuts", he replied, refferring to time the writers were at his home, compiling the half page feature on him.
He had made the 2nd page, the first fully Bionic man. His article was the 3rd most bought and viewed around the planet. Since electronic newspapers became common, actual newspapers were infreqeunt and heavily priced.
"So, " Taking a further sip of his coffee "I have a bit of fame, but I want to .. "
"..make some money off it" Doug concluded."
"Yep"
"Well, you are moderately unique," Doug remarked lazily, stretching his arms, "so you could make a moderate amount of money. What do you want to do?"
"Well, thats why I asked you - how can I make this work for me?"
Doug, scratching his head, "Well, there's so many things - Public speaking, talk shows, radio - all short term. Movies, management, counselling, peace keeping, science.."
"What's peace keeping?"
"Well, diplomtic stuff, between robot and human unions, you could be quite an ambassador. You would need to be taught Robot logic."
"mm, what do you think I could do? Should do?" sounding reluctant.
"Make the most of it short term, don't wait. That will buy you time - you'll have enough credits for year, maybe two if it goes well."
"And then..." Geoff interrupted eagerly,
"Well, I'd say your best bet would be a professional position, one of the major hospitals. They'd, well, you'd have to look really switched on in your press stuff. You know, human/robotic relations. Do some reading, etc. I'll hunt around, but you know I am busy, it will take a while."
Doug sat there, look intently with his bionic eyes.
" I will pay you, based on what happens." understanding Dougs subtelty
" I will need some start up capital, if you're serious, you know that."
" Yeah, I know" he looked around slightly agrieved, "OK, thanks, look I gotta go, thanks for talking." They parted ways, dawn was now fully fledged daylight and he had work.
He sat, the incessent hum of the robotics began, as work started for the day. He worked in a robotics factory - a long slender building with a production line running its length. They produced robot arms, for one specific type of window cleaning robot.
Geoff sat, quite accurately, half way between both ends of the assembly line. To his right, the first part of assembly, robots, different kinds of robots, assembled various parts of the robotic arm. Geoff hadn't never noticed any irony, he wasn't particularly bright.
He retrieved the half assembled arms, checked the robots job and then passed it on to his left. Here, a line of humans assembled the finer parts of the arms; humans were cheaper than robots for this job. Geoff had never noticed anything particular about his circumstance, as he gently scrtached his right ear with his metallic finger.
Somebody's been working.........
It goes like this...
The next Morning.
"So why the hell did it take that long" Doug said with a quizical look on his face. Doug was the only friend Geoff knew with any power, he was a logistics manager.
"It was just nuts", he replied, refferring to time the writers were at his home, compiling the half page feature on him.
He had made the 2nd page, the first fully Bionic man. His article was the 3rd most bought and viewed around the planet. Since electronic newspapers became common, actual newspapers were infreqeunt and heavily priced.
"So, " Taking a further sip of his coffee "I have a bit of fame, but I want to .. "
"..make some money off it" Doug concluded."
"Yep"
"Well, you are moderately unique," Doug remarked lazily, stretching his arms, "so you could make a moderate amount of money. What do you want to do?"
"Well, thats why I asked you - how can I make this work for me?"
Doug, scratching his head, "Well, there's so many things - Public speaking, talk shows, radio - all short term. Movies, management, counselling, peace keeping, science.."
"What's peace keeping?"
"Well, diplomtic stuff, between robot and human unions, you could be quite an ambassador. You would need to be taught Robot logic."
"mm, what do you think I could do? Should do?" sounding reluctant.
"Make the most of it short term, don't wait. That will buy you time - you'll have enough credits for year, maybe two if it goes well."
"And then..." Geoff interrupted eagerly,
"Well, I'd say your best bet would be a professional position, one of the major hospitals. They'd, well, you'd have to look really switched on in your press stuff. You know, human/robotic relations. Do some reading, etc. I'll hunt around, but you know I am busy, it will take a while."
Doug sat there, look intently with his bionic eyes.
" I will pay you, based on what happens." understanding Dougs subtelty
" I will need some start up capital, if you're serious, you know that."
" Yeah, I know" he looked around slightly agrieved, "OK, thanks, look I gotta go, thanks for talking." They parted ways, dawn was now fully fledged daylight and he had work.
He sat, the incessent hum of the robotics began, as work started for the day. He worked in a robotics factory - a long slender building with a production line running its length. They produced robot arms, for one specific type of window cleaning robot.
Geoff sat, quite accurately, half way between both ends of the assembly line. To his right, the first part of assembly, robots, different kinds of robots, assembled various parts of the robotic arm. Geoff hadn't never noticed any irony, he wasn't particularly bright.
He retrieved the half assembled arms, checked the robots job and then passed it on to his left. Here, a line of humans assembled the finer parts of the arms; humans were cheaper than robots for this job. Geoff had never noticed anything particular about his circumstance, as he gently scrtached his right ear with his metallic finger.
Somebody's been working.........
Not Quite...
Up to your regularly expected Fjordian information/content flow - but yer pal Tsunami does what he can.
But
Neatorama
has been kicking ass lately.
here's a couple of choice bits.
Ravens
Hotblack
Flying Cars
Ghosts in photographs!
But
Neatorama
has been kicking ass lately.
here's a couple of choice bits.
Ravens
Hotblack
Flying Cars
Ghosts in photographs!
The King of the Swamp People is not pleased.
Instead of obeying my decrees - (the only one of which so far - to bring me the corpse of Kenneth Lay) some idiot activist judge instead decided "because 'ole Kenny-Boy's dead, his record should be wiped clean." As if he never robbed 40 billion dollars from anyone. Like the Republic of California doesn't still owe 15 Billion dollars to Texas. Like the guy guilty by a jury of his "peers" died a multi-billionaire in his COLORADO VACATION MANSION - INSTEAD OF A PRISON CELL. Like the fucking guy is a goddamn SAINT! (Not to disparage the fine NFL organization (and your Monarch's Champions) that's currently kicking ass across the country - go Saints!)
No my fine feathered friends - it's true.
Not only did he fuck with truth, justice, and the American way - he died a free man, and unlike the punishment I think should be handed down - that his family should have to work until the entire debt of his thievery is paid off (clearly the work of generations of hardworking "Lays" who would curse their father's, grandfather's, great-grandfather's, and great-great-grandfather's name - as should be the case.) Instead, it's like he never committed a crime at all. Who is to atone for this one man's atrocious misdeeds???
No one.
And his family will live off of the spoils for generations.
And The King of the Swamp People still want his corpse to decorate the Superdome.
No my fine feathered friends - it's true.
Not only did he fuck with truth, justice, and the American way - he died a free man, and unlike the punishment I think should be handed down - that his family should have to work until the entire debt of his thievery is paid off (clearly the work of generations of hardworking "Lays" who would curse their father's, grandfather's, great-grandfather's, and great-great-grandfather's name - as should be the case.) Instead, it's like he never committed a crime at all. Who is to atone for this one man's atrocious misdeeds???
No one.
And his family will live off of the spoils for generations.
And The King of the Swamp People still want his corpse to decorate the Superdome.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Earlier today
I killed 120 zombies from the last link.
In other news...
September was mad. I went from Mexico to a few miles from the Canadian border, back to L.A., and then to New York. I was back in time to get fitted for a tux so I could be in a wedding last weekend. I've got a day job running the Casa Aloha, and am working on a television project which is coming along but demanding further hours of mindspace. I'm enrolled in a writing course at UCLA, which seems encouraging, but sooner or later I'm going to have to get around to writing the 6th draft of my cat-burglar script. Along with all this, it's football season, and I still need some time to find a nice damsel out in the world. So there might be some light posting for a bit.
But I did kill 120 zombies.
-Tsunami-
In other news...
September was mad. I went from Mexico to a few miles from the Canadian border, back to L.A., and then to New York. I was back in time to get fitted for a tux so I could be in a wedding last weekend. I've got a day job running the Casa Aloha, and am working on a television project which is coming along but demanding further hours of mindspace. I'm enrolled in a writing course at UCLA, which seems encouraging, but sooner or later I'm going to have to get around to writing the 6th draft of my cat-burglar script. Along with all this, it's football season, and I still need some time to find a nice damsel out in the world. So there might be some light posting for a bit.
But I did kill 120 zombies.
-Tsunami-
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Fjord - now content free!
Yea friends...I am aware.
But, since I am a kind and benevolent lord,
here is a sweet video game for you to pass the time.
But, since I am a kind and benevolent lord,
here is a sweet video game for you to pass the time.
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