Hello, LJ! To get away from the bitching on FB (and because I still have little use for G+), I'll possibly be dropping in here more often.
Now entertain me. And each other.
near you right now, or when you are near
a camera and can upload something.
RIGHT IN THE ASS, TOO!!!
Rich, rare, and racy letters? Sound like James Joyce's personal life, AMIRITE?!
...don't you dare add "Disorder" to the end unless you do things like irrationally think your hands are sticky, wash them three times, wash your desk and keyboard and mouse with cleaner, wash them again with water, wash your hands again, and then powder them before putting on latex gloves, all while sweating and shaking.
Yeah, everybody has some O's and some C's, but please understand that the D part is what sets we truly broken ones apart. Use the letters with caution.
I count my blessings regularly, and I hope that you do, too. Just for today, add to your list that you don't have to do things like this. :)
In case you didn't hear, fairyarmadillo and I went to Shanghai. I took lots of photos. Nadja took a far more sensible amount.
In any event, my little brother Nate 1000 is living there right now, so we all hung out a lot. Pretty fucking awesome. We went into a Dia convenience store so that we could find some strange foods to eat. Nathan picked several, we picked several, and we all sat down at the hotel one night to film:
SHANGHAI NATHAN EDITION!
There are only a few pics of the food. Somehow we took pictures of everything in Shanghai but the packages for this stuff.
So be it, for this is one of my favorite SYDHT's.
As always, my tics get worse when on camera. Weird.
Also, mind your Halloween bags this year for "Dry Beef Hot" and vacuum-sealed, shelf-stable meat. Or man/woman up and try 'em. Maybe you'll actually like it.
My second drawing of strange things I apparently say when I'm falling asleep. Nadja has been keeping notes. Also, this was inked over my first and only sketch for this drawing.
I did this while looking at a photo of my own hand.
I promise you, I am not a thalidomide survivor in real life; I just can't draw. Remember?Love,
Off in the distance, kicking up sand as it rides towards us.
Holy shit, it's another SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO!
And hell is riding with it.
We, uh...we recorded this a couple of weeks ago.
We’ve been busy.
Anyway, this SYDHT has MRE pears and canned blood sausage and larvets and king top shell.
"But benjamin," I hear you ask, "what’s king top shell?"
Screw you. I wasn’t told, so you won’t get told. All I knew was that it made me think of this dollar store toy I got in Houston:
In any event, it was only a matter of time until I said "in any event."
This is King Top Shell:
It has MSG in it. Remember when they said that was bad for us?
This is Nadja parboiling it. Or rather, this is it being parboiled by Nadja. Wevs.
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Man, if there’s one thing I like my intestines to be filled with, it’s blood.
Sausage Kitchen sounds like gay cooking porn.
Pears are Nature’s MREs.
For when you just can’t wait to eat it as a bug…
Man, my camera has some weird wide-angle lens distortion stuff sometimes.
As usual, when being recorded, my Tourette's decides to express itself as "bunny nose" and nonstop fidgeting:
So there you have it. Kinda, yes, no, no.
Here's a link to a page that talks about king top shell.
Here are some links to other places I live online:
Facebook / Flickr / Twitter / Tumblr / Last.fm / YouTube / LibraryThing
Now go home. Go home to your bloody gophers.
Stone Robot Enterprises
Stay with me here, kids, it's worth it.
So, from last night at about 9:30 to this morning at about 9:30, I had goddammed "What's new, pussycat?" stuck in my head.
Nobody wants that.
But...there is a cure, my little monkeys.
This is a song called "Sugar in the Marmalade" by Leon Lai. He recorded three versions (Cantonese, Mandarin, English) but the lyrics in the third are not actually a translation of the first two. I'll put both translations of the lyrics behind a jump at the end of this entry.
I've heard it played at three weddings (my own included) and have friends whose butts start to shake when the opening singer starts her strange, high-pitched thing about "breed another kitty tonight." Okay, I don't think that's what she says, but that's what I like to hear.
It's strangely well-crafted pop that turns crazy violin, rapping, and occasional English. Oh, and the rapper totally hypes the violinist, Eugene Park, at one point. Hell, the actual lyrics don't start properly until 45 seconds in. God I fucking love this song.
The video is the same for all three, even though it only fits with the English version. Oh, and except the we-spent-seven-dollars-on-greenscreen car on the ocean, not available in the Cantonese version.
Moral of the Story: "SUGAR IN THE MARMALADE" IS YOUR GOD NOW.
For those of you who already know the song--and yes, there are a number of those people reading this--you likely know the Cantonese version. Please to enjoy the English version (skipping the Mandarin version) and the 2005 BALLAD VERSION FROM AN ALL LEON LAI COVER ALBUM! And yes, for the video I'm posting of that one, somebody has weirdly pasted the album audio over a live concert.
Did I mention that I'm also posting one of the most adorably bizarre recorded-on-the-webcam karaoke versions of it, complete with background singer guy making Engrish out of words that are already Engrish?
...prepare to have your MIND completely BLOWN.
Who loves you?
Daddy loves you.
JANICE VIDAL COVER:
OMG FUCKING ADORABLE MADE-IN-A-BEDROOM KARAOKE VERSION THING:
DIRECTLY-TRANSLATED CANTONESE LYRIS
ENGLISH VERSION LYRICS
Now go do something productive, like sharing this song with others now that it's stuck in your head until you die.
Good morning, campers!
I've got a storyboard for a new Literary Comix, as previously seen with Ernest Hemingway Comix , Sylvia Plath Comix, and H.P. Lovecraft Comix.
No, I shan't tell you who it is.
Sometimes Facebook can genuinely crack me up, as we see with Canada's Prime Minister:
In conclusion, this ad from Rocket's Blast Comicollector, a delightful and surprisingly well-made fanzine that from the 60's to the 80's, I think.
Now get outta here.
Yeah, git. Or, maybe get. Whatever shut up. Also, it was totally uncalled for to call that cat fat. People are douchebags.
Aw yeah, cat shit! FUCK YEAH, CAT SHIT!
As for Jump HIGH CATS, allow me to declare that animal the best thing I have ever drawn ever.
Whatever the fuck it may be.
Kitty munchie? Foreshadowing?
Pretty much what you'd expect from these two letters, I suppose. The only thing odd is that the catnip appears to be leading to a piece of ravioli.
When in doubt, use the letter E to invoke all cats in existence. Also, I'm proud that I didn't choose Fat Cats for F. I was already breaking out of artistics norms at six.