I found this from Tom, who is Luke's (my roommate) friend... Tom and I don't know each other, but thank you Tom.
1. Go to the Wikipedia home page and click random article. That is your band's name.
2. Click random article again; that is your album name.
3. Click random article 15 more times; those are the tracks on your album.
4. Post a review of the resultant album.
Band Name: Hydrophis melanocephalus
Album Name: Kuru, Nigeria
Tracks:
1. Creepshow III
2. International Academy of Digital Arts and Sciences
3. North Dumpling Light
4. The Drouth
5. Arthur Olszyk
6. Alcocer de Planes
7. Richard Durst
8. The First Law
9. Bullers Green
10. Grande-Rivière
11. Western Coal Fields
12. K'lee
13. Surinder Amarnath
14. Sir Jamsetjee Jeejebhoy, 1st Baronet
15. George Anson (1797–1857)
"Collected Thoughts" Number One:
Hydrophis melanocephalus is a type of a Sea Snake. I enjoy not being able to pronounce my bands name properly. Can you imagine the concert?
"We are HAI-DROE-FIS MELL-AN-OCE-...ANO-SEH-PHALUS! WOO!"
Ah, melanocephalus...snake...phalus...phallus...snake...phallus...penis.
"Collected Thoughts" Number Two:
Keru, Nigeria... I guess our Album is tackling the issues? Trying to do a Bono? Full of trouble?
Cool! I bet we're hardcore!
"Collected Thoughts" Number Three:
Wow, the album starts off with a bang! I love tracks 1 to 4. It sounds like a fairly typical mainstream album though. 4 good songs, and then it sort of fades into a mix of pop-rock/alternative (think Vampire Weekend), kimya dawson-folk (Richard Durst was a good man, la la la), and simple sounding (think, Stone Temple Pilots) rock songs to try to bring up the pace.
I love that it starts off with a "Horror" movie, then something to do with the Internet, then a Lighthouse in New York, then we go to Scotland and then start talking about people...all revolving around England and India.
Cool game... I just like that that I learned all this stuff in a matter of minutes. A good game to play maybe once a month to get some random knowledge!
Why don't you play the game and either link me to your own blog or whatever in the comments or just play it in the comments!
The Guitar String and The Lost Pick.
Sunday, 8 February 2009
Thursday, 29 January 2009
Go Ask Alice... And Then Tell Her To Shut Up!
The other evening while cleaning my room, I suddenly began to turn around slowly to face my teetering stack of books which lie next to my bed.
I slowly reached my hand out to a familiar cover, that I had not yet investigated, and pulled out, 'Go Ask Alice' by "Anonymous".
I sat down amongst my cleaning and started reading the first few pages and then Mr Dark rang and it wasn't until a little after 2am did I pick up the book again.
After the first few pages, I had to read more, I had to know what this mystery girl was going to come to. And then I did learn her fate, at around 10 to 5 in the morning and closed the book and sobbed with sadness, and quite possibly, exhaustion.
I just felt so bad for her. Whether she was fiction or not, no character should have to be dragged through the muck like that.
I had my hesitations about believing if the story was true or not, and later that morning Jake confirmed my suspicions that it was in fact a work of fiction cooked up my some Mormon group or whatever, which made me feel a whole lot better.
It was still a decent book. The writing was similar to that of a 15 year old girl. I would know, because I wrote scarily similar to her in my own diary.
It was only when I read her descriptions of her drug-induced state did I feel that it didn't quite ring true... and then when the audience is told with a * that the rest of the entries (up until her second diary) were found of paper and paperbags. If she really was that out of her mind, I doubt she had the sense to keep all her thoughts with her throughout her whole wild journey.
It did make me feel bad though about my own past desires. I had always wanted to try acid, at least once, and when I was much, much, much older, and only with people I trusted with my life.
After a conversation with Jake, I'm not so sure. Do I really want to be completely out of control for hours on end? Do I really want to have flashbacks? Do I really want my brain to see things that are hovering on my subconscious? I'm not sure. Because I don't think its good.
It almost feels like a battle. Like I should face it in order to prove that I can make it through the night.
Ha. Silliness.
Anyway... take a look at it, if you haven't. There was even a movie made with *dramatic pause* William Shatner.
In the rest of my life... I may be on Taxi TV in NYC soon. If it does air, it'll be so funny.
I slowly reached my hand out to a familiar cover, that I had not yet investigated, and pulled out, 'Go Ask Alice' by "Anonymous".
I sat down amongst my cleaning and started reading the first few pages and then Mr Dark rang and it wasn't until a little after 2am did I pick up the book again.
After the first few pages, I had to read more, I had to know what this mystery girl was going to come to. And then I did learn her fate, at around 10 to 5 in the morning and closed the book and sobbed with sadness, and quite possibly, exhaustion.
I just felt so bad for her. Whether she was fiction or not, no character should have to be dragged through the muck like that.
I had my hesitations about believing if the story was true or not, and later that morning Jake confirmed my suspicions that it was in fact a work of fiction cooked up my some Mormon group or whatever, which made me feel a whole lot better.
It was still a decent book. The writing was similar to that of a 15 year old girl. I would know, because I wrote scarily similar to her in my own diary.
It was only when I read her descriptions of her drug-induced state did I feel that it didn't quite ring true... and then when the audience is told with a * that the rest of the entries (up until her second diary) were found of paper and paperbags. If she really was that out of her mind, I doubt she had the sense to keep all her thoughts with her throughout her whole wild journey.
It did make me feel bad though about my own past desires. I had always wanted to try acid, at least once, and when I was much, much, much older, and only with people I trusted with my life.
After a conversation with Jake, I'm not so sure. Do I really want to be completely out of control for hours on end? Do I really want to have flashbacks? Do I really want my brain to see things that are hovering on my subconscious? I'm not sure. Because I don't think its good.
It almost feels like a battle. Like I should face it in order to prove that I can make it through the night.
Ha. Silliness.
Anyway... take a look at it, if you haven't. There was even a movie made with *dramatic pause* William Shatner.
In the rest of my life... I may be on Taxi TV in NYC soon. If it does air, it'll be so funny.
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