Just thought of something. I have made a lot of weird little rinky-dinky PHP programs over the years that do something random: create a new name for you out of your original name (like those ones that give you your gangster name, or stripper name, but cooler than those things); randomly displayed images based on certain criteria (or, just completely random images, I like random image scripts); or … a third thing.

But what if I write a script that randomly creates recipes? Would anyone be amused by that? I know I would. It would be even more amusing if somebody tried one of them out, just for kicks. It would be downright hilarious if they didn’t know it was randomly created, and thought it was a legitimate recipe for actual foodstuffs. I wonder how gross it would taste. I can imagine it tasting pretty gross.

Just thinking out loud,
–me.

Hello. It is me again. Getting sick of me yet? Yeah, me too.

So, I don’t know how late I am to this party (note: not very, it seems), but there’s this guy who goes by the name Girl Talk, and he put out this album that is almost entirely samples, just bits and pieces of all kinds of different music. It’s called Feed The Animals and it sounds amazing. I mean, Jay Z rapping over Radiohead? That blew my mind, maan! And, I mean, even if it’s not your kind of thing, you really can’t deny the amount of work that went into something like this. In one interview I read, he said it took the better part of two years, mostly trial and error to get things right. That’s a long time for a project like this.

There are also some naysayers out there who, even if they do acknowledge the work involved, say that music like this is on the wane, but I’d beg to differ. Last summer, Daft Punk put out a live album that pretty much took everything they created up to that point, and mixed it all together into one sweet cacophony of house, synthpop, and rock. It’s like they really are robots, and they didn’t need to spend ten years to make three albums, but chose to in order to build up our tolerance slowly, so that our brains wouldn’t fry and we would be unable to see them taking over the world. Robots are totally awesome like that, you know.

The year before that, Cirque du Soleil put together a show based on Beatles tunes, and brought in their original producer, George Martin, and his son to mix and remaster all their old tunes into this album called “LOVE”. It was something to the extent of 130 individual songs were used to create this bed of sound, and it’s nothing short of amazing. The story they get into in the booklet makes this big deal about combining the singing of “Within You Without You” to the rhythm tracks of “Tomorrow Never Knows”, which is great and all, but I personally love the way they put in “What You’re Doing” and “The Word” to the song “Drive My Car”. I can’t sing it any other way now.

So maybe the point of it all is that because it’s becoming more mainstream these days that we’re going to lose out all the underground creators, the inspiring innovators, but more and more people are accepting this kind of music and enough “regular” producers are going to push a little bit more into this territory. Which doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a good thing, or that everything like this is going to sound good, but I can’t see it dying off at this point. I just can’t.

Thanks for watching!
–me.

Welcome back my friends, to the show that never ends, we’re so glad you could attend, come inside! Come inside! Is … is that right? Well, it’s actually Emerson Lake & Palmer, but because this is the digital age I can take whatever I want and make it my own and I don’t have to credit anybody or pay a thing! Take that, stupid record companies! (Disclaimer: I’s just quotin’, yo.) (P.S., now they can’t touch me! I win!)

Anyway, it’s me again, Patrick’s roooommmmate. Not Patrick. Maybe you didn’t notice the defaced header image up there. I’m taking over for the time being. Hopefully without his knowledge still. I’m also cleaning the apartment without his knowledge, and probably without his consent, too. It’s amazing how much there is to do. There’s no way I’m living like this when I move out. Unfortunately, I’m not exactly a clean freak either, so am I to blame for letting him get away with it? Hmm, conundrum.

I was seriously considering cleaning up his room, too, just to mess with his head, or do something like rearrange it, like I like to do with my own room every now and then. But then, like, the day after he left I kept hearing somebody rummaging around in his room, and it was totally messing with my head because he was supposed to be gone, right? Turns out a raccoon has currently taken up residence in his room. He wears a bowler hat, and talks with an Indian accent, and his name is Francesco. I’m letting him stay for the time being, but he really has to be gone the day before Pat gets home. So far, though, Frankie’s made some nice changes of his own, but the room is still generally a mess, so nothing has changed, I guess.

He also hates being called Frankie. And I’m not trying to be deliberate about it, but it slips out sometimes. Sorry, raccoon dude.

Before I forget again, I have to thank my good friend Colin for turning me on to ELP. It’s just one of those things, y’know? I never really heard of them up to that point, and they’re just amazing. Thank you, Colin!

Grand Sincerities,
–me.

Hello, folks! This is not the entity known as Patrick D Ryall, oh no. This is his roommate, Marq, stepping in to wreak some havoc while he is away. I can tell you right now that this is not going to end well. All bets can be placed at our betting booth.

I realize that I may have even less to say than our lovely travelling-nation-man, but I’m trying to remedy that. Of course, I’m doing stupid stuff with my website(s) at the moment, not something that allows me to write or anything. I haven’t done the weblog thing for a good couple of years now (as long as I’ve lived with Pat now; is that a coincidence or what?). Maybe someday his constant nattering about C2! will get me to do something with that, even. But bringing it up here will only give him more fodder to shoot at me when he gets home, so I will mention it no more.

I totally thought of something even more banal to bring up when I took over, something that happened or something I looked at when I was out at Shoppers earlier, something on the current level of Pat’s “blogging”, but now I can’t remember what it was. At all. That was pretty banal. It’s so staying.

It occurs to me that once upon a time when I did the weblog thing for real, years and years ago, and I went away for the weekend, I let Pat loose on it and he just wouldn’t shut up. Seriously. Now the tables have turned! Mwah! Hah! Hah!

Love and Peaches,
–me.

Just so that it will not be forgotten when we have conquered it, I am going to put an image of what somebody is doing with the Contains2.com address.

In a way, I guess I am honored that some obscure moneyseeking scoundrels considered the gibberish phrase “contains2” that nobody would ever type into a browser on a whim valuable enough to annex. After all that domain would have no worth at all if not for the efforts of myself and my fellow contains2men (but mostly myself, of course). But that said I’d still rather the domain have not been purchased by someone who isn’t us. Even if only one and three quarters of us actually still care.

And of course they worked in my old nemesis Debt Consolidation. I remember back when everyone else got emails about things I could use like free diplomas, weight loss, penis enlargement and women I was getting more than one email a day about consolidating debt. Oh the shame of it all. (I am proud to say that I actually barely get email spam anymore. Even on my hotmail account). It’s like this whole thing is part of a scheme by the currency lovers that I so strongly dislike to attack me personally.

The main problem with Contains2 being not there is that I’d really enjoy the chance to browse through the old stuff we wrote. Those were good times. Of course we’d not have that problem if Marq was willing to put it up on “containstwo.com” until such time as we win back the original. But someday Hawaii, hot girl and debt consolidation shall fall before our might.

Either way, the link shall remain at the bottom of this page until the outcome has shown itself.

Anyway, I’ll be back after China.