Notes from the Blunderground

I make a lot of songs, most of which never get finished. Instead of keeping them comatose on my hard drive, I'm going to give them a decent burial here on the internet. Feel free to sample, remix, cover, add vocals to, or otherwise embellish, rearrange, deconstruct, or destroy anything here. No cash required, but credit where credit is due.
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book smart

…and then you find the village of the tunnel dwellers.

Dan Harmon Poops: HEY, DID I MISS ANYTHING?

danharmon:

Kids:

A few hours ago, I landed in Los Angeles, turned on my phone, and confirmed what you already know. Sony Pictures Television is replacing me as showrunner on Community, with two seasoned fellows that I’m sure are quite nice - actually, I have it on good authority they’re quite nice, because…

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book smart

So a while back I had this majestic vision of a video game called “Fitebike,” in which a motorcycle infused with a human soul wanders around a post-apocalyptic cyber-world trying…well, it’s probably better to repost the intro crawl from the game

It is the year 4021 

and the human race is dying.

No wars, no plagues. The civilizations of Earth still hum as they have for a thousand years

and yet the end is near, and the wise can hear it: the last long lullabye of humanity

as it rocks itself to a final sleep,

cradled in arms of steel and circuitry.

Broken into smaller and smaller societies,

the last people watch as their loved ones give in to the eternal dream….


But for the machines humanity leaves behind,

life is only beginning,

a brutal, unsleeping existence of terror and war…

Humans created the machines to serve their needs,

to feed their desires,

to serve their worst whims

to keep the bad dreams at bay,

to be the nightmares the nightmares fear,

the humans built them with the strength of plastics and metal  

but they forgot to imbue them with the strength of the human spirit

and the machines do not know how to die…

 

The wise see the world that will be when the masters of the machines are gone,

a world of pain and misery:

forever conflict,

forever order crushing order into eternity.

Alone in his lab, one man, Prometheus, works into the night on his greatest project.

For time beyond time he has wandered the Earth with knowledge snatched from the Gods,

Millenium after millennium he has seen the best humanity has to offer:

honor and respect, justice and love

and now his life, too, is coming to its close

but not before he finishes his final masterpiece,

a fusion of the human spirit into a electric body,

a machine to speak to the machines and show them the way,

to seek the human spirit wherever it may be, to protect it at all costs,

to redeem the sad legacy of humanity,

to teach the mechanical to live as its own master:

FITEBIKE

 

Already, the armies of endless greed begin to grow

the dread devices turn on their creators and themselves

violence is unchecked, hatred allowed to spread

but here and there, the human spirit lives on

and FITEBIKE is on the road…

 

anyway, this song is from early on in the game, after Fitebike sees a distress signal in the wastes outside of City X11 and has to find a way around the Laser Wall by going through a mysterious set of tunnels.





People that are fifteen, sixteen, seventeen years old, music is their life. And the idea that they can’t go see a band because they’re not old enough just doesn’t make any sense at all. To me, playing a show where people under the age of eighteen or under the age of twenty one are not allowed in is the same thing as not allowing women in, or Asians. It’s a significant part of the population that’s been ruled out for what reason? I’ve never played a show, knowingly at least, that wasn’t all ages. Music is for all people, that’s clear. And I don’t know why other people would ever accept conditions that were set by an industry as insidious as the alcohol industry. Why is music treated as a sideline to a party? To just getting fucked up, I just don’t understand it.
- Ian Mackaye


People that are fifteen, sixteen, seventeen years old, music is their life. And the idea that they can’t go see a band because they’re not old enough just doesn’t make any sense at all. To me, playing a show where people under the age of eighteen or under the age of twenty one are not allowed in is the same thing as not allowing women in, or Asians. It’s a significant part of the population that’s been ruled out for what reason? I’ve never played a show, knowingly at least, that wasn’t all ages. Music is for all people, that’s clear. And I don’t know why other people would ever accept conditions that were set by an industry as insidious as the alcohol industry. Why is music treated as a sideline to a party? To just getting fucked up, I just don’t understand it.

- Ian Mackaye

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iamjapanese:

Gloria Petyarre(b. 1945, Atnangkere Soakage, Northern Territory, Australia)
Bush Medicine
acrylic on linen

iamjapanese:

Gloria Petyarre(b. 1945, Atnangkere Soakage, Northern Territory, Australia)

Bush Medicine

acrylic on linen

iamjapanese:

Anna Petyarre(b.1965 on Utopia Station, north east of Alice Springs, Australia)
My Country
acrylic on canvas

iamjapanese:

Anna Petyarre(b.1965 on Utopia Station, north east of Alice Springs, Australia)

My Country

acrylic on canvas

theatlantic:

storyboard:

Fuck Yeah Fuckyeah Blogs

No one really knows why the “Fuck Yeah X” blog phenomenon became so popular — nor why it’s still going very strong in terms of raw numbers. As for ultimate beginnings, conventional wisdom points to the pop-culture longevity of “America, Fuck Yeah” from the soundtrack to Trey Parker and Matt Stone’s 2004 flick Team America: World Police, but there’s no real evidence beyond the circumstantial to support this conclusion. Only a few mainstream media outlets dared cover the trend due to the profanity in the name (may we suggest “fudge yeah” as a workaround?).

Coincidentally, the bloggers behind Fuck Yeah Menswear were yesterday (allegedly) prematurely revealed as Kevin Burrows and Lawrence Schlossman (the latter running the non-fuckyeah Tumblr How to Talk to Girls at Parties); they have a book releasing this fall. So on Tumblr, where did the fuckyeah blogs really come from, and what are people fuckyeahing about these days?

Today, in number crunching. 

125,000 new tumblrs are created every day. Every day. Fuck yeah, statistics.