So we're looking at a combination of smooth jazz commentary with discussion of technical audio formats for downloading. MOST BORING THREAD EVER.
Ummm, thanks for the mix though.
I can't believe that you even need cock-blocking. And yet, you do.
No, all of the swimming threads are more boring, incuding the homoerotic ones.
Also, swimmers are psycho.
ROVA are notorious purveyors of the most drecky kind of smooth jazz, marcus.
I can't decide between posting an 80s dance-y time oriented mix or a HOLY NOT EVEN KIDDING just totally over the top dance-y time oriented mix.
Does everyone know that the mix is not actually of smooth jazz? Marcus's comment is worrying me.
By "smooth," w-lfs-n just means you can listen to most of it without wanting to claw your own ears out.
Embarrassingly that actually is what I meant by "smooth".
8 was my impression as well.
Appropriately enough, "Put The Ogged In Itunes".
I use the one from 12 (xiph) & have never had any problems with it. iTunes still loses for being the racist of media players, though.
Smooth 80s dance jazz electro jammy jam is uploading.
Okey dokey! Smooth 80s dance jazz electro jammy jam is AVAILABLE! Presented for your amusement, with a nerdy title to honor Mr. w-lfs-n, a totally non-cerebral mix:
"50 hex"
1. Newcleus - I Wanna Be a B-Boy
2. Cameo - Talkin' Out the Side of Your Neck
3. Egyptian Lover - Los Angeles
4. Jellybean - The Mexican
5. Man Parrish - Boogie Down (Bronx)
6. Hashim - Al Naafiyish (The Soul) (12" Mix)
7. Shannon - Let the Music Play
8. Inner City - Big Fun
9. Mantronix - Bassline (12" Mix)
10. Klein & MBO - Dirty Talk
11. Arthur Russell - You and Me Both
I don't believe that anything involving Arthur Russell can be totally noncerebral.
I want your other mix, too, Tweety. The HOLY NOT EVEN KIDDING stuff is what I actually listen to.
Er, that should read, "Thanks, looks great! Additionally,"
I think it looks awesome too. Download faster, dammit!
18: I will post it closer to uDCon: The Adventure Home, as part of my secret plan to help make people dance at said party.
I put that Xiph thing in my System's library components folder, and it didn't make the oggs open. Am I a dumbass?
AWB's problem resolved: the readme that comes with the dmg file says to move the bundle thing into either one's own home directory library/components or, for a system-wide install, the system folder's library/components (or words to the effect), which reads as if it means the folder /system/library/components. But actually it's just /library/components. Ok.
I like your mix so far, Ben. That Jaga Jazzist track is very pretty.
"so far"?! The Jaga Jazzist track is last! You had fucking better well not be listening out of order, Tweety, or I will fuck you up.
I'm listening in the order they were meant to be heard in.
I included the m3u file for a reason, y'all.
Yeah, I just learned one does not fuck around with w-lfs-n's playlists. Jeez.
Yeah, for some reason it got all screwy with iTunes. Fixing, because I love you.
Yet another reason to prefer either making physical CDs or posting single gigantic files.
How it hurts me to consider the frequency with which people may have been listening out of order, and all because apple can't design a decent music player!
Shuffle's the future, Ben.
Shuffle contains multitudes.
You had fucking better well not be listening out of order
Then save all your stuff in the same format, buddy.
all because apple can't design a decent music player!
This almost sounds like the kind of complaint feminists make about society. What's up with that?
Honestly. The thought that one might listen to the tracks in a mix in just any order does violence to our pretheoretical intuitions regarding the very concept mix
, and is simultaneously perhaps the very pinnacle of arrogant Willkürlichkeit.
Then save all your stuff in the same format, buddy.
Totally different issue.
Sigh. Yes, I tend to listen through all your mixes and think about which tracks will enter my personal playlist rotations and which will drift into the lower sediments, only to be found during periodic archeological digs of my collection. But know that all your little pseuds/names have been entered into the "Genre" field for each song so that I will never forget you. No, never!
I am happy that you use my mixes in that way, AWB. I am gratified.
For example, Tweety included a great My Robot Friend track. I already had a great MRF track, and I enjoy listening to them in sequence. That's not wrong, is it?
40: no, as long as you remember it's a Freelance Hellraiser remix of a MRF track, and seek out more stuff by Freelance Hellraiser accordingly.
No, of course not. But there is more to a mix than its components.
But I see that we have very different approaches not just to music listening, but yea even to the organizations of our collections.
No, I actually agree with you, Ben, about the mix order thing. Which is why it's so annoying that you use multiple formats.
42: I promise to listen in order.
What does the format have to do with the order? I'm actually confused on this point.
It requires one to pay attention to where the .ogg songs come in the playlist and switch between players while listening, rather than just hitting "play" and enjoying the music, y'see.
B you should grab that iTunes plugin. It works pisser.
Oh. Well, there's Sifu's solution, or you could listen to them all via vlc, right?
I'm always leery of these things b/c I'm afraid they'll make things crash. But okay, which one? I'm using iTunes 7.4.2.
Yeah, the Xiph thing worked great for me.
Linked in 12. Readme files in dmg explains installation. I just went out and bought a mac and tried it myself and can confirm that installation is easy-peasy.
Download the thing linked in 12, and then put it in "B's 'Pooter -> Library -> Components" or, more technically, /Library/Components/ and then restart iTunes.
or you could listen to them all via vlc, right?
True. But the sad fact is that if I were to do that, I'd listen to them once, think "nice mix" and then never listen again, whereas if it's in iTunes it's RIGHT THERE in my face when I'm looking for something to listen to. And since your music recommendations are generally excellent, that would be sad.
Defeated by a compliment! Oh, bitterest irony!
Teo does me a wrong. Of course my pooter has a library. Books stuffed in every cranny.
That's why she's such a smart-ass.
Teo does me a wrong. Of course my pooter has a library. Books stuffed in every cranny.
This reminds me of the section of Eroticon detailing how to have sex in a library or reading room.
How's that, Ben? (waiting for Catskillsish punchline)
To expand on 62. It forms part of the chapter entitled "Concerning Places of Travail yet likewise of Coition" and runs as follows:
If you are a studious reader yet also seasoned amorist and you spend much time in reading-rooms, neglect not the benefit of knowledge nor yet the delights of Aphrodite's arts. Wherefore, avoid whatever is pedantic and insipid (for this has ruined many a scholar and tutor) and, as you have your eyes open in the books, so also keep open the eyes of your verge and your other organs. When from afar you espy and strongly smell a lady entirely engrossed in her study, yet you are impassioned by her fair figure and beset by her fragrance, straightway leave your seat and move beside her, for supposedly the lighting is poor and your vision is impaired.
When sufficient time has elapsed and your bodies become reconciled in their proximity, lift up your tome and softly and humbly ask her "My studious lady, here I cannot grasp the meaning of this passage. Grant me the light of your learning and wisdom for tomorrow my Tutor will question me and revile me for my ignorance. I read in these lines, 'O feet, o legs, o thighs for which I justly died, o buttocks, o bosom', and I understand all these, yet that 'O comb' I fail to comprehend its meaning. Does it mean, I wonder, the comb in her hair. Yet I deem it unbecoming for the poet to enumerate a trinket together with her physical charms. Or is it that this too is a true part of her body?" And, so saying, move yet closer to her and boldly clasp her foot and say "Regard the foot". And similarly clasp the flesh of her legs and thighs that inflame you, and her flanks and breasts to their very milk, and say to her "Regard these your limbs, yet your comb I see not, and who will show me, ignoramus that I am, if not you who are most fair and wise!"
Ply her then with blandishments and lead her to a secluded and quiet reading room and bare her to the roots of her hair. Thereupon, remove all your own garments and place these either upon the desk together with the open lexicons and reference books or beside the desk that they may serve as a place of learning and study. Thus, when you study her ala recto, viz. wide-open and from the fore, and you riffle through her beside the Mega-Lexicon of the Greek Language, be sure not only to grasp her points but also to learn by heart her passages, and digest everything learnedly and comprehensively through your sense and likewise through your sensibility.
And when you journey down from the upper to the lower and come to the place commonly known as the Mound of Venus (or in dialect as the Mount) and you stoop and fully savour the parched and wooded areas, bring your tongue and dip in to the Greek fonts, in the hollows and fragrances that in older times were known collectively as the Wide Straits. And as you drain and comb the reefs, you will feel, being as you are a linguist and lover of Greece, the teeth of her comb opening melodiously like the comb of a loom or lyre, or like the bivalve marine mollusc. And since you are by nature conscientious and studious, bring your member to her comb, saying "O my Coiffeuse and Instructress! Regard how I am unkempt and dishevelled and the time for the lesson is nigh and how shall I enter thus untidy into my Tutor's class? Pray do not refuse to groom me and comb me diligently and carefully to my roots." And take up your member, aroused and agitated as it is, and prudently insert it between the teeth of her comb and do not end your lesson in the art of beautification save only after the passing of two hours of undisturbed instruction and three intervals.
Should you study her ala verso, viz. from the back, the rear and the rump, do not neglect to examine all her passages, the difficult and the meaningful, for the beginning of all wisdom is in the examination of terms. And when you have pored over every margin and lacuna with touch, taste and smell, have her assume the posture of the sphinx and proceed as above. And when you are thoroughly combed and spruced, take your fair instructress and dress her diligently and comb her fine hair and present her with all your lexicons and volumes, now useless, yet give praise to her, for you were unlearned and learned, ungroomed and were groomed. Then again shut yourself up in your study and investigate your life alone, till deep into the night.
63: In the wise indicated supra.
The Amorous Greek sure is fond of the phrase "the roots of her hair."
Though now I wonder if it, like several other phrases in the passage in 65, is a common Greek idiom being translated very literally.
Takeaway lesson here is the cheeky use of recto and verso. This will come in handy as I learn to develop interesting euphemisms in my quest to stop offending tender sensibilities.
If I remember the article I located the first time this work was made a topic of discussion and lively debate here, the Greek original is composed in a consciously out-of-date and awkwardly high-falutin' style.
If that's the most you can get from this, AWB, then you are missing out. I mean this: "do not neglect to examine all her passages, the difficult and the meaningful, for the beginning of all wisdom is in the examination of terms" is genius.
70: Making the translation quite accurate, of course. There are still some translation issues, though, such as the way "comb" had to be translated literally because of the stuff about its teeth opening, even though the metaphor is not immediately obvious in English (except through the context of the passage).
You know Greek, teo? Or are you making an inference? If the former I'd love to know if this is a pun or something.
Making an inference; I don't know Greek, alas. The "comb" metaphor sort of ties the whole passage together in an interesting way.
Man, if only archives was a euphemism for something.
Listening to my mix now. Good stuff, me!
Oh, thanks.
Greeks, guys. Greeks. Y'know?
Good stuff, you! Agreed. w-lfs-n will have to wait until some time tomorrow, I fear.
79: I don't think you really mean that.
A polite version of the Liar's Paradox.
part of my secret plan to help make people dance at said party
I'm expecting to finish Unfunkked II over the weekend.
I'm expecting to finish Unfunkked II over the weekend.
This is good news. I loved Unfunkked I. Actually I love all the mixes, by everyone, because the computer with the bulk of my music collection on it is either on the high seas, or in a shipping container down at Port of Melbourne. And also because I hate listening to the radio, but like listening to things put together by people I've never met in far-flung countries.
Dear Mineshaft,
The season is approaching where I must busy myself with beating naughty children with sticks and whips. I will taking my leave from this forum, the better to assure domestic tranquility. My heart is heavy as I write this. I will miss your wit, your erudition, your gentle spirits.
So long.
K.R.
taking my leave from this forum
This is not good news - another commenter sacrificed on the altar of domestic harmony. This mostly lurker says you'll be missed.
Eroticon is the recent Greek novel spoofing and ancient text, yes?
88/9, yes.
Sorry to hear of your absence, KR.
You'll be missed around here, KR. Don't give the little buggers any quarter.
"50 Hex" mix is just so awesome. Like, seriously.
"We can't have any if that wicki-wicki stuff." Yeah, boyeeeeeeee.
http://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2007/11/surfer-comes-up-with-new-theory-of.html
This guy must listen to the jazz.
84
I think it would be very sad indeed if Mr. Ruprecht signed off on this blog.
In the spirit of domestic tranquility, however, I would like to set the record straight on a few matters where I feel I have been misrepresented.
Please forgive me while I go off piste, and indulge my bruised ego. I hope I am not violating the spirit of this blog.
Mrs. Ruprecht is not now, nor have I ever been, jealous of the "dreaded Ex Washington policy/media type."
Mrs. Ruprecht does not have "a hypertrophied skepticism of the internet." The Internet is my friend. I couldn't shop without it.
Mrs. Ruprecht knows what a blog is, and did before I learned of Unfogged.
How else could I stay connected to all my friends in the sex industry, and the Republican Stay at Home Wives Club?
"I'll put my cards on the table: I'm way smarter than Mrs. Ruprecht, and both of us know it."
Mrs. Ruprecht does not buy this. I believe that intelligence is multi-dimensional, and while Knecht may have me beaten on IQ points, I tower over him in emotional intelligence. Besides, how smart could he be to write this about me and then send me the link?
"Now, you could argue (as I sometimes do to myself) that it is a little bit unhealthy that I seek intellectual stimulation on the side" Ouch.
I will save this for our marriage counselor. My astrologer/numerologist had warned me that this could happen when I consulted her on our marriage.
"I travel a lot during the week. Like, every week. Sometimes Monday thru Friday. So weekends are considered sacrosanct." This is true.
Mrs. Ruprecht goes crazy when Mr. Ruprecht checks out on the weekends on his lap top, as do our do adorable little Ruprechts.
Ditto for wild bashes that don't include me.
"I've got a smokin' hot wife" This is an exaggeration.
Sadly, at this stage in life I have to be satisfied being a
MILF.
Mrs. Ruprecht is a great believer in balance.
If he leaves this blog, Knecht may start having to bring the potty talk home- this thought does not inspire me.
This is a great place.
I think Mr. Ruprecht should stay.
three cheers for Mrs. Ruprecht the Milf!
I wondered why KR didn't comment on the Santa thread. Too busy sorting out the "naughty or nice".
Thanks for that, Mrs. Ruprecht. If I may say so, you seem to be a wonderful woman. You're probably right that Unfogged serves as a dumping ground for thoughts that pose themselves as "too intellectual" for spouses, but are really just seeking some other kind of discourse in which allegiance to the family unit isn't the most ascendant thing. It's shitty sometimes in practice, but seeking spaces like that seems to be normal for every married person, male or female, I've ever known.
Cock jokes are very intellectual.
98 is very funny.
98 -- You're more understanding than many would be. And you are permitted, Mrs. R., to have your own name.
98: Thanks. I think we are all falling for you a little bit by now. AWB is on the right track, in 100. Perhaps KR articulated/thought poorly about what the need for this outlet was, but that doesn't invalidate the need.
No, thank you.
In all seriousness you provide my husband with a great outlet for his vast and bizarre intellect, and he truely is very fond of you all. (At least most of you, any way).
Please call me Fleur
Fleur is invited to the Portland meetup. Knecht has to stay home for penance.
Besides, how smart could he be to write this about me and then send me the link?
I say we keep her for a while and let him wash the dishes.
Good to have both of you around.
Jesus pwned my hot rod. Or at least my 106.
You're probably right that Unfogged serves as a dumping ground for thoughts that pose themselves as "too intellectual" for spouses
Or, you know, too heartbreakingly trivial to actually express to anyone in the same room and capable of looking at you funny.
Besides, how smart could he be to write this about me and then send me the link?
Yeah, no shit.
I can agree with AWB in 100, so long as we substitute 'too tiresome in all its repetition' for 'too intellectual.' That is, it's not that our SOs don't understand us, it's that they understand us all too well.
Fleur should obviously meet Blume.
Or, you know, too heartbreakingly trivial to actually express to anyone in the same room and capable of looking at you funny.
LB reveals the beating heart of unfogged.
God, I love that woman! Fleur, come back to me! I take it all back!
Fleur should obviously meet Blume.
Pleased to meet you, Fleur.
I am in complete agreement, N. It's not that the thoughts aren't funny or intriguing, it has a lot to do with delivery. Some things just aren't interesting when there are bigger topics to tackle such as potty training. The setting of family life is rife with annoying interruptions.
I would like to meet Blume.
Oh, don't worry, potty training has been covered on this blog.
You should realize that if you get as deep into this bullshit as your husband already is that your children will go feral.
Not necessarily a bad thing, especially if you're good at YouTube.
Oh, Your online now?
I thought you were in interviews all day?
I can't stay and chat with you, Knecht, I am off to see my therapist.
I love you, but your still not off the hook with me.
Fleur, we are all enjoying this immensely.
You're almost back, Knecht. Just one consonant short of full acceptance.
Anyone could have foretold disharmony between a couple one party of whom preferred to take a pseudonym from French, the language one speaks to women, and the other of whom preferred German, the language one speaks to horses.
Good lord have I had that wrong all this time? Apparently one speaks French to men and Italian to women. How unsettling.
German is still for horses, though.
No one here speaks Spanish, of course, because we're all atheists.
Latin to your pre-Vatican II priest, or to Ben.
I was about to say Esperanto to currency speculators, but 134 works too.
Fleur, we are all enjoying this immensely.
We are? I'm mostly cringing. Which is no reflection on either Knecht, whom I already liked, or Fleur, who seems to be a very good sort as well.
138: Understood. The cringing comes from considering which of one's own comments might turn out to be unpalatable to one's spouse.
I know. I've just been outed as not knowing how tall my husband is.
My "Take Knecht Back" Mix is uploading.
It's depressing in many ways that Brock weighs the same that I do.
Aha. I guess I'm rather far from this perspective - considering which of one's own comments might turn out to be unpalatable to one's spouse - on multiple levels.
Depressing isn't the word -- I'm six inches shorter than him, and outweigh him (not by much, but some) at his top weight. If the rotten bastard didn't keep feeding me icecream and curried rice (separately, of course), I'd be svelte and glamorous. Aside from the glamorous bit, of course.
141: Shouldn't that be Take Knecht the Back?
Hello all,
This is my first post here. This seems like a cool forum. Too bad I won't be staying.
I am posting because I know the Ruprechts in the real world.
They are a wonderful couple, and the junior Ruprechts are among the cutest on the planet (and that is not an exaggeration).
They are very different people, and yet seem eerily complementary. Fleur is indeed a MMOWLF (MOW = "many others would"; I just assume not make trouble for myself with Knecht, Fleur, or Mrs. Syphax, for that matter).
Knecht: Thanks for making my wife's discovery of my Facebook account (used for coordinating with a college alumni group, not for cruising for teenagers, I assure you) look like a minor issue in comparison. Let me know how I might return the favor. Perhaps some advice on the finer points of groveling before one's personal goddess?
It's depressing in many ways that Brock weighs the same that I do.
Is Brock officially skinnier than Ogged by now?
144: Whoops, misread your Brock as Buck, given that I was talking about the latter.
I just assume not make trouble
This is an odd eggcorn. I assume it's supposed to be "I'd just as soon." Is this common?
I think I don't realize how little skinny guys weigh. Yesterday, I was getting my license renewed at the DMV and the guy at the next counter over gave his height and weight as 5'9", 125. I was like dayum, and looked over, and he didn't look like anyone that I would see on the street and think "eat a fucking hamburger already." Bizarre.
Wow, I think you might owe him another favor now, actually.
Brock as Buck
I think that's supposed to be on the other thread, ahem.
So now it's lawyers, mathematicians, and Old Weird Harold?
Guilty as charged: http://eggcorns.lascribe.net/english/122/assume/
As least I don't say "loose" when I mean "lose."
151: I just take it as evidence that weight and appearance have less to do with each other than we think.
How do you know how much I weigh, Cala?
151: It's all build. Buck's a tall guy with very small bones; even at 135, he didn't look ill, and at 160 he's still a skinny guy, but he doesn't look like he needs to put on weight. Redesign his skeleton, and he'd look unhealthy.
I just assume not make trouble
This is an odd eggcorn. I assume it's supposed to be "I'd just as soon." Is this common?
No. People love to make trouble.
I had a roommate you'd spot from a hundred yards as in need of several truckloads of sandwiches. He was about 6'2" and maybe 115 pounds. I always assumed it was the veganism, drugs, and poverty until I met his mom, who was about 5'10" and 90 lbs. "We've always been this way," she said. Of course, in her case, it was macriobiotics, drugs, and poverty, so it's hard to say what part's genetic.
I'm 5'9" and 142 (as of yesterday at the gym), which is one pound shy of the most I've ever weighed. In college I think I was around 125, but I probably looked quite skinny. I'm currently trying to gain weight.
Because I mistyped Brock for Buck. But yeah, I don't understand how a guy can be seven inches taller and fine at my weight, and I can be at my height and fine, without one of us having lead for bones or something.
Redesign his skeleton, and he'd look unhealthy.
This is indeed the problem, and the solution is people who have perverse preferences. A girl I know once praised my "three elbows."
162: Have you shared your new epithet with the blog, Bave?
164: I'm not sure I get this. Is the third one your ass?
Heh. Jackmormon told me at the meetup on Sunday that my look is "miniature longshoreman." This will haunt me for years.
163: Hah, apparently my Read What You Meant, Not What You Wrote software still works well.
And I struggle with the same question daily.
at 160 he's still a skinny guy, but he doesn't look like he needs to put on weight
I'd look unhealthy at 160 (which is about 45 pounds less than I weigh) and I believe I'm shorter than Buck. So yeah, it's all about build.
Three elbows per actual elbow. This picture shows two of them.
169: Me too. I'm 5'11" and I'd be pretty skinny at 175-180.
As I was just saying in the presidential primary thread, perhaps syphax's personally-identifying email address should be redacted for the sake of the Ruprechts?
I don't get 164 either, and 171 isn't helping me.
I live in a very different universe than the one in which one's spouse's discovery of one's Facebook account leads to the need to grovel before one's personal goddess. I do, however, live in a universe overrun with "one", apparently.
If you're skinny enough, you can see all the knobs on the ends of your bones -- think of a cartoon bone with two knobs on each end. Instead of an elbow being one joint in an otherwise smoothly fleshy limb, it's all complexly bumpy when you're skinny enough.
Jesus, people. You speak Polish to furniture and shoes.
Crap. What a noob. Please redact. I wrongly assumed the email field was of the "Not displayed with comment" kind with which I am most familiar. Who ever puts email addresses out in the wild anymore?
(Note: I am not as skinny as the guy linked in that picture. I also post less child porn on my blog. And my band, if I made one, would use significantly less reverb.)
People who like getting emails, and have mostly invested in anonymous accounts. But I'll get that redacted for you.
173: I've seen that suggestion twice, and both times it looked like "for the sake of the Republic" at first glance.
Perhaps that 'significantly' is in the wrong place.
177: That there's Marfan's, right? Marfan's or heroin, but probably Marfan's.
Jeez, sendspace is not fast. But anyhow: Take Back The Knecht mix. Delect away, my droogs (apologies for the few AAC files):
1. No More Love Songs, Lloyd Cole
2. Back In Your Life, Jonathan Richman
3. Sometimes People Just Do Stupid Things, The Modern Lovers
4. What Have I Done To Deserve This? Pet Shop Boys with Dusty Springfield
5. Comeback (Light Therapy), Josh Rouse
6. I'll Be Around, Cee-Lo Green
7. Good Man, Josh Rouse
8. Everybody Knows (Except You), The Divine Comedy
9. Drop The Pilot, Joan Armatrading
10. Does This Mean You're Moving On? The Airborne Toxic Event
11. The Cold War, The Bruces
12. San Diego Serenade, Nancy Griffith
13. Must I Paint You A Picture, Billy Bragg
14. Every Little Bit Hurts, Jenny Toomey
15. All 'Cause Of You, The 88
16. Love Has No Pride, Jane Monheit
17. No Children, The Mountain Goats
Ending "TBtK" with "No Children" is kinda mean, no?
Oh yeah, speaking of investing in anonymous accounts, I keep forgetting to post with mine. Remember personal info, ahoy!
Me too. I'm 5'11" and I'd be pretty skinny at 175-180.
I'm 6'0", and when I got down to 175 several years back, people made remarks to me that I looked unhealthy. At 185, I looked okay. As I steamroll toward 40, though, 200-205 seems to be my natural weight, even though it entails a bit of a potbelly.
188: They stay together through thick and thin. It's a very passionate song.
Outsource your "take me back mix" to enthusiastic strangers: another innovation of unfogged.
My mix would also serve as a "take me back" mix if KR were trying to win back Fleur's heart by breakdancing.
"Hand in unlovable hand," sure. Sigh.
I'm off to school. Tschuess!
22: my secret plan to help make people dance at said party
Not strictly necessary.
194: I was considering this album's first track, but I felt that was out of line.
195: I'd be happy with "sufficient".
Thank you Lizardbreath.
I take leave of this fine blog and wish you all the best.
(Actually, someone else beat me to the redaction. But glad to be of service!)
17. No Children, The Mountain Goats
Ha
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
The last track is kind of like the whistling herring. I just put that in there to fool people.
The Modern Lovers once got really drunk in our house.
& the Mountain Goats are awesome, but "dysfunctional" doesn't really even begin to describe relationships in John Darnielle's world. What about "There Will Be No Divorce"? That would perhaps have been my MG suggestion.
It's a great song. At the last Mountain Goats show I saw, Darnielle broke a guitar string at the beginning of that song, so he stepped away from the mic and turned it into a big a capella sing-along.
146: Holy shit! Total pseud collapse! I'm not sure how much I can say on this blog now that I know the Syphaxes are reading.
As far as my previously announced retirement from commenting goes, I guess I will throw myself at the tender mercies of Fleur and see how it shakes out.
Never underestimate the power of flowers. And day spas.
185: Two songs with Jojo and one of Bragg's best? Very nice.
205: This reminds me of my favorite German word, Drachenfutter
No More Love Songs, Lloyd Cole
I just saw Lloyd Cole open up for the Stars. He was solo acoustic in front of fans who probably never heard any of his songs before. It was brutal.
Is there a German equivalent for "Stop Digging?"
Erik Satie was another golfing musician, beside Lloyd Cole and Alice Cooper. Perhaps a golfing medley album could be produced.
Dude, you're getting yourself in deeper with every word. Silence, flowers, her favorite foods, a humble posture (that is, spend more time looking at your feet than normal), tender play with the kids.
Either that, or take seriously Buddha's teaching that suffering follows from desire, and remember that he named his kid Obstacle.
210 could make for a really excellent absurdist film.
Is there a German equivalent for "Stop Digging?"
No, but "Vorsicht ist besser als Nachsicht" comes close in this case.
Satie was deranged in other ways as well.
I'd go with a week (two? a month?) without the computer and every time you start to think about wanting to visit Unfogged, find one nice thing to do for Fleur instead.
No song by Smog on that mix? Oh that's right, all of his songs are both hopeless and sarcastic.
Well, "Dress Sexy At My Funeral" is an amazing song nonetheless.
We should all come up with great ways for Knecht to make it up to Fleur. But then under the Ruprecht-blog-ban, he won't be able to read them! The irony!
I'd throw myself on the ground weeping uncontrollably. It worked for Ogged.
She can print out or relay the ones that actually suit her. It's actually a double-whammy, because in doing so she can gloat about the fact that she's up on the comment threads and he damn well better not be if he knows what's good for him.
And on that note, I'm off to pick up my kid before Unfogged up and ruins my marriage.
Oh, wait...
I'd throw myself on the ground weeping uncontrollably. It worked for Ogged.
Problem is, I've done that once this week already, and I'm not sure there's enough mileage left in it. I think Di's suggestion is 216 is closer to the mark.
The Ruprechts are FREAKING ME OUT. Are y'all gonna dissolve your marriage in the Unfogged comments? Because that would be a little strange.
It worked for Ogged.
You're taking me back now? You're the most fickle geezer I've ever romanced, John.
Are y'all gonna dissolve your marriage in the Unfogged comments?
We're working on a reconciliation, mate, so please don't rock the boat.
Anonymity is overrated. Rock out with your cock out everybody.
222. Not as dramatic as that time with that guy.
Unfogged: Breaking up marriages since 2007.
228: Technically 2006, I think.
The 2006 breakup wasn't one of our own, though.
222: When Ogged freaks out, he uses all caps.
Title of the thread -> Last 150 comments in the thread
Time to mellow out and kick back for the weekend.
he truely is very fond of you all. (At least most of you, any way).
Oh, do tell.
KR, put down the Internet and pick up the kids.
218: He should buy her combs for her hair and she a chain for his watch....
234: He likes me better than you, B. She was just trying to be tactful about it.
Oh, do tell.
He's less fond of the ones who would roll Krauthammer off a pier.
I don't think we should blame his wife at all. I think that it was his goddamn fundamental decency that caused him to quit.
Ordinary fuckin decent people. People of the land, the common clay. Hate 'em.
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