Ray Bradbury said, ""

Your Creepy Boolean Algebra of The Day

AB + C = DE

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 30, 2007 16:51 EST | Permalink | comments (1) |
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Unfortunately Named Companies: Shoob Nigguraytha Tech Support

SN Tech Support: Good afternoon! What seems to be the problem?

Gr34t_0ld_1: ia! The black goat of the woods with a thousand young! Ia!

SN Tech Support: Not you again. I am Hindi. My name is not Shub-Niggurath, your "black goat of the woods with a thousand young." I do not know Cthulhu or Yog-Sothoth. I am not a "Great Old One," and have never read your Lovecraft. Do you have any real problems I can help you with?

Gr34t_0ld_1: Ia!

SN Tech Support: Go here. Sometimes I hate my life.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 30, 2007 15:00 EST | Permalink | comments |
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I Am the Lizard King*, Part Deux

I figured out how to get Scite to access Javac, requiring many hours of fiddling around with updates and general nonsense.

I've concluded that anyone who programs knows that a disturbingly large chunk of the time you are working, you're fooling around with the software rather than writing code. Of course, I hope that this ratio decreases as one progresses beyond the novice stage.

*Note: I mean this relative to the Great Unwashed. Judging by experience, the mere ability to write a Hello World program makes one a hacker in the eyes of the masses. Therefore my barest grasp of Java and C++ makes me, statistically speaking, a demigod. If you doubt me, ask yourself how often the average guy is likely to even notice his Console application.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 27, 2007 23:10 EST | Permalink | comments (7) |
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Woo hoo! Books!

Getting these puppies soon:

Vance Packard's "The Naked Society"
Herbert Schildt's "C++: The Complete Reference"
Schildt's "Java: the Complete Reference, J2SE 5 Edition"
Terry Pratchett's "The Colour of Magic"

Due to budgetary constraints, this list is nowhere near as geeky as I would like.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 25, 2007 15:15 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Comments are Open

But moderated. That's for the spammers.

Everyone else gets a puppy. Act now and get bonus narcoleptic dog.

Update: Fiddling around under the blog. Beware the fumes in case I hit a pipe.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 24, 2007 18:58 EST | Permalink | comments (1) |
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A Blogging Philosophy

"What happens online, stays online. Forever."

If you don't believe me, your google-fu is weak, my child.

Given that every word written online is eternal and accessible to anyone marginally more patient than a crackhead, there are a couple truths a blogger must acknowledge:

1. No blogger will ever (sans Satanic deal) be elected President, Senator, Governor, or even the position of dog catcher. You commit political suicide with your first blog post. Why? Because if you have blogged at all you have produced too many words that will be used against you. A traceable history of yay-nay votes are the reason the legislative branch produces so few presidents. Imagine if those yay-nay votes were replaced by highly opinionated, invective strewn rants with the occassional kitten thrown at the Speaker. You get my point.

2. As Thoreau never said, "the vast majority of mean lead lives desperately concealing their opinions from their fellows." In person, we all try somewhat to conceal our loathing of our neighbors and their beliefs. This self-restraint is the KY jelly that lubricates the nude wrestling match that is civilization. It disappears in the anonymity of the internet. Don't believe me? I will bet money that Misha is (somewhat) softer spoken in person, and lives in constant fear that his pastor's wife will read his blog and faint. Mix the Law of Large Numbers with the Law of Six Degrees, and your blog is almost certain to be read by someone you know who you'd rather not read it.

These truths force a blogger to decide between honesty and deceit, integrity and Barack Obama. He can either acknowledge that he has no political future and is in the constant danger of a reprimanding call from his mother, and proceed to publish his opinions and pictures of sexy llamas even more fearlessly; or he can write a blog with all the controversy of Mr. Rogers. A blogger must choose whether to expose his opinions or let them shrink against his lower belly as if it were a chilly day.

Only those brave enough to bare their opinions and kitten pictures, get to go to Valhalla. Keep that in mind.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 24, 2007 16:10 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Great Moments in Muslim History, Part One

July 14, 1215 A.D.

Achmed Al-Fajjari, unknown tutor of Sharia law under king Ad-Adil, spent his spare time toying with mathematics. On this auspicious day, he published his groundbreaking mathematical unification of the forces of electricity and magnetism, independently inventing the vector calculus that would only appear in the West centuries after Isaac Newton.

Al-Fajjari was promptly beheaded for mixing physical forces of different genders, and most of his manuscripts were used to burn down a synagogue, leaving archeologists only fragments of a paper that may have changed history.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 23, 2007 18:00 EST | Permalink | comments (2) |
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Two Words and a Proviso

Weigh in.

But not til the crude photoshopping starts.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 23, 2007 16:51 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Al Qaeda Tech Support I

Newbie_Bob: I looked all over and this forum is my last resort. I'm trying install the Damn Small Linux OS through a 256 MB thumb-drive, but can't access my BIOS settings. What should I do? I really don't want to partition my hard-drive.

Achmed5000: Die like the malformed son of a pig and orangutan you are!!1! Allah (PBUH) in his great wisdom made Linux and Windows in the image of male and female and it is great sin to combine them w/o lawful marriage. Inter-OS portability is a sin unless Windows has no firewall, in which case your hard-drive is begging to be forcibly partitioned like the j00 it is!1! My brother in jihad, I beg of you to end your evil ways or I will ask my l33t cybermujahadeen to behead your CPU.

Newbie_Bob: wtf?!

At least you're more polite than the Microsoft support forum was.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 22, 2007 09:36 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Kittenpron

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 21, 2007 22:42 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Got nothing

More

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 21, 2007 22:21 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Not to make light of mass murder, but

I believe there is an inverse relation between one knowing who Oliver Heaviside and Charles S. Pierce were,  and the likelihood of one going on a kill-crazy rampage. 

On the other hand, I believe there is a direct causal relationship between reading Finnegan's Wake and committing mass murder and/or intraspecial conmingling. (h/t: Ace)

Naturally, I cannot prove either conjecture. But damn, it's tempting.

BOCTAOE: Yeah, I know, Charles Whitman. But he was in mechanical and architectural engineering.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 19, 2007 21:42 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Books: A Tentative Huzzah

On my Amazon cart:

• Y Daniel Liang, "Introduction to Java Programming- Comprehensive Version"
• Andrew Koenig, "Accelerated C++: Practical Programming by Example"
• Herbert Schildt, "C++: the Complete Reference, 4th ed."
• Brian Kernighan, "The Elements of Programming Style"
• Samir Palnitkar, "Verilog HDL Primer"
• Richard Feynman, "Lectures on Computation,"
• Terry Pratchett, "The Color of Magic: a Discworld Novel," "Night Watch," "Thief of Time"
• Robert Park, "Voodoo Science: From Foolishness to Fraud"
• Vance Packard, "The Naked Society"
• Ray Bradbury, "Stories of Ray Bradbury"
• James Randi, "Flim-flam! Psychics, ESP, Unicorns, and Other Delusions"

Update: Fixed page. Ok, another thing that annoys me about Opera: Mo'time's editing console doesn't work right.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 18, 2007 20:19 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Bureaulog: a First Noodle

Bureaucracies are monolithic features of every modern civilization. Kind of like Microsoft.

They can be described by flow charts. Committees and subcommittees can be blackboxed based on input and output. Paperwork follows sequential and often circuituous routes through a bureaucracy, each step of which is ostensibly rigorously ordered (an algorithm). Resources get channeled into dead ends and end up in dangerously overflowing file cabinets (a memory leak). Bureaucrats can get assigned so many underlings they effectively blow up and get caught relieving stress by seducing interns (fan out).

Bureaucratic units tend to perform a specialized function, be grossly liable to the "Garbage In,. Garbage Out," axiom, give output in a format not meant to be understandable to humans, and have rather bad documentation.

In other words, a computer made out of bitter souls rather than silicon.

This led me to an idea: bureaucracies can be modelled in a dialect of Verilog I shall call Bureaulog.

A typical Verilog module:

module Multi_4 (S,F1,F2,F3,F4,Data_O);
  input [1:0] S;
  input [31:0] F1,F2,F3,F4;
  output [31:0] Data_O;
  wire [31:0] mex,nex,oex,pex,qex,rex,tex,uex;

and 
  E[31:0] (mex[31:0],~S[0],F1[31:0]),
  F[31:0] (nex[31:0],~S[1],mex[31:0]),

  G[31:0] (oex[31:0],S[0],F2[31:0]),
  H[31:0] (pex[31:0],~S[1],oex[31:0]),

  I[31:0] (qex[31:0],~S[0],F3[31:0]),
  J[31:0] (rex[31:0],S[1],qex[31:0]),

  G[31:0] (tex[31:0],S[0],F4[31:0]),
  H[31:0] (uex[31:0],S[1],tex[31:0]);

or #1
  Z[31:0] (Data_O[31:0],nex[31:0],pex[31:0],rex[31:0],uex[31:0]);

endmodule

This is a multiplexor. Fairly straightforward. It takes in two bits (s) that select which of the other inputs are outputted. The other inputs (f1-4) are each 32 bit outputs from previous modules.  These inputs and their complements are AND'd and OR'd together, those results AND'd and OR'd with each other, and the final result: one or the other of the initial inputs makes it through.

Now, mutatis mutandis for bureaucracies. Replace "module" with "U.S. Department of Agriculture,"  input s with "A memo from Eschenbach," the other inputs with "Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition, Center for Regulation of Cosmetics, etc." bits with memos,  AND operations with consensus papers, wires with interdepartment memos...

In English, this module means the following. FDA Commissioner Eschenbach wants to reform rampant bureaucratic inefficiencies and so sends two memos to the Center for Food Safety. The Center's 32 sub-departments write up 32 memos, and if each of them disagrees with the Commisioner's, they all collectively scream and the result is re-examined.

If it still disagrees with the Commissioner, it is hastily sent to another department, the Center for Regulation of Cosmetics. Each of the 32 sub-departments issue their own memos, and if each of the memos agree with the Commissioner they triumphantly file away the report for two years. Eventually they board a discussion on the subject,  find that they all now disagree with the Commisioner, and send the report over to the Center for Drug Evaluation and Research.

The CDER 's 32 sub-departments spend time bickering, and produce a report stating politely that the Commissioner is an idiot. This gets lost behind a copier for half a year, when a janitor discovers it. It gets re-examined, and now all the sub-departments sing praises of it.

The report gets send out to the Center for Biologics Evalation and Research. The 32 sub-departments each ignore the report, eventually all coming to an agreement that the report is meaningless. This report wanders in and out of the Center for weeks, until public opinion sways them to suddenly back the Commissioner.

The report is finally put into a monkey cage and bureaucrats eagerly wait for the monkey to chew on one. The one that is chewed first, is reprinted and called the Official FDA Report on Processes for Rectifying Bureaucratic and Interdepartmental Operative Inefficiencies Within Governmental Agencies.

Well, the last stage is just my imagination. But look at the benefits of looking at a bureaucracy this way! You can precisely describe how some parts are "invoked" and then made obsolete, sitting around doing nothing but sucking in tax-dollars and producing tons of unread memos. You can use Karnaugh maps to determine whether bureaucratic deadlines make incoherency between departments inevitable (race hazards).  You can describe how some bureaucracies have four levels of administrators that do the same job as one would. You could then use algorithmics to mathematize Parkinson's Law. You can even sit down, analyze a cancerous monstrosity like the IRS, and pare down unnecessary modules so that it could be done with only man, his imaginary friend Harvey, and an illiterate janitor.

But I fear you'd have to move to New Guinea to avoid angry IRS agents.

More later. I'll eventually show how to modify the iVerilog configurations to create a Bureaulog dialect, and expand upon this idea.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 18, 2007 01:35 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Conversations I: Mutants and Man-butter

The other day a conversation with my coworker somehow turned to the nonexistent everyday uses of the euphemism, "manhood."

Notice that no one uses it casually. You never hear a guy in the grips of road rage scream, "suck my manhood and die!" You never hear guys bragging, "that chick loves manhood." The word has died in our lexicon. 

That got us thinking about the various neologisms created by prefixing the word "man" to everyday nouns.  Try it. You'll find that dairy products and irregularly shaped vegetables seem the produce the most obscene word-images:

Man-potatoes
Man-yogurt
man-butter (cf. Duck Butter)

All these constructions sound very dirty, conjure disturbing mental images, and at the same time are composed of innocuous words. I predict the "Man____" neologism will become popular among schoolchildren and people in need of expletives that they can get away with saying in front of superiors. 

The Isiah and I once got on the topic of comic book mutants.  The premise in X-men is that genetic abnormalities cause people to be born with phenotypes such as shooting beams of energy out of their eyes, healing extremely quickly,  teleportation, absorbing strength from physical contact,  freezing moisture,  and controlling magnetism. These phenotypes are usually depicted as discrete, with little or no blending.

Now, think of some common phenotypes. Eye color, skin color,  height, autism, dyslexia, etc. The alleles interact according to relatively simple Punett squares, producing a spectrum of phenotypes rather than discrete all-or-nothing traits. A person can be born with a mixture of traits, each varying along some continuum.

I assume the X-men mutations are similar. If that is the case, then over the course of time as these X-men mate with other mutants and the much larger normal population, these superpowers will become diluted and blended with each other.

Imagine the result after a couple generations of interbreeding. You'll meet a man who, when he looks at you, gives you a mildly uncomfortable burning sensation on your face. He'll heal fast, but have disfiguring keloid scars. He'll have an annoying habit of popping his head through your cubicle wall to ask you inane questions. His handshake will be vaguely irritating and clammy. When he enters the room the air will become chilly and uncomfortably damp. Cell-phones and mp3 players won't work right around him and he'll always have too little cash on him to pay for lunch, not being able to carry around a credit card. He'll be the kind of guy who is never invited to join the office bowling league, always gets the table by the kitchen when he eats out, and never gets a second date. In short, the future of the X-men is a race of George Costanzas and Wallys.

That's a much more horrible future than anything Magneto can come up with.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 15, 2007 15:20 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Late Night Pseudo-Random Thoughts

[Background music:  Red Elvises' "My Darling Lorraine"]

Opera:  How can I say it better, but that the only two things that annoy me about Opera are still the single-homepage tab and the lack of support for Motime's editing bar? As far as I can tell, you might as well flip a coin between Mozilla and Opera, unless you really, really, want Mozilla's control (Opera's about:config screen has much less user-adjustable parameters).

I'm now working on designing a 30 bit register and single-operation ALU unit, components of  a 32-bit microprocessor I have been helping The Isiah design in iVerilog.  So far, at least several hundred lines of code have gone into making a single microprocessor. Give your computer a great big kiss right now- it deserves it.


At work the other day I saw a long object wrapped in two garbage bags, with bands of duct tape strapped across it. On one band were the words, "NOT A BODY!!" Naturally I opened it and was quite disappointed to find a couch mattress.


That response to the Isiah's dreary outlook is coming up. For now, I've got to decide whether to continue programming, read, or get some sleep.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 12, 2007 23:21 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Taxes

I filed online and should get $250 of my own hard-earned money back from the tentacles of the IRS. Not to become overly personal, but the following sentence will make sense to those who know me. Who would have thought the IRS, of all soullless entities, would provide me a measure of vindication of my self-worth?

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 12, 2007 03:47 EST | Permalink | comments |
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More Geekery: Opera

I'm trying out the Opera browser. It is supposed to have a smaller RAM footprint than Mozilla, and several interesting features such as fast-forward surfing and thumbnail tab-previews. One thing that is conspicuously absent is multi-tab home-page groups. Other than that, it is about even with Mozilla as far as I can tell in the half hour I've been using it. More later as I fiddle with it. I wonder if I can access the pipelining/paintdelay parameters a la Mozilla.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 10, 2007 19:00 EST | Permalink | comments (1) |
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You have been warned

Read this. Or else.

Hat tip: Travis.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 10, 2007 15:35 EST | Permalink | comments |
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I am the Lizard King!

I got iVerilog to work! I can compile! I can run my programs! I can design anything from a flip-flop to a microprocessor!

Bow to me. Watch out, though, because right now I have quite a puptent.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 09, 2007 22:29 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Not So Late Peudo-Random Thoughts

Who doesn't like a woman singing in a soft,  curiously foreign style? Listen to the Squirrel Nut Zippers' cover of "Under the Sea" and "Low Down Man," as well as Rayzd's "Hiro no Tsuki." Go ahead, I'll wait.

Like I waited an hour and a half for a pizza tonight, standing outside the parlor smoking while co-op hippies harangued me to buy baubles and goofy hemp hats. At least I got a free soda for my patience.  More than I can say for the Indian family who ordered at the same time and pestered the staff in broken English their entire wait. Maybe they come from a place where the people who make your food don't spit in it when you annoy the hell out of them.

Still no go with the compilers I downloaded today. I'll try Jedit, recommended by the all-powerful Travis Benning. If that isn't up to snuff,  I might have to go kidnap a CSE TA.

The Easter Bunny Hates You (from Ace)

I'll shortly post a response to the Isiah's dreary vision of the death of science in an imminent Mad Max apocalypse.  For now all I'll say is that, like Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged, as long as people are buying Mad Max paraphernalia, we're safe from another dark ages.

Update: Jedit is perfect. Except for the oral pleasure while picking banjo. Maybe they'll release a plugin for that.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 08, 2007 20:28 EST | Permalink | comments (1) |
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Anyone out there

who knows how the hell to operate the Emacs GNU LISP compiler? Despite all the tutorial material available on it, it's all Greek to a Martian to me. Is it me, or does the tutorial teach you how to use... the tutorial?

All I want to do is create a helloworld file, compile it, and execute it. I can take it from there.

While I'm at it,  iVerilog. This program is also making me feel retarded.  I shouldn't have to know the sound of one hand clapping just to work on my damn code!

All I'm looking for a LISP and Verilog compiler that is as easy to run as Microsoft's Visual C++, is free, has extensive documentation and sample code, and can pleasure me orally while playing the banjo. Is that too much to ask for?

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 08, 2007 08:12 EST | Permalink | comments (1) |
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Inspiration!

Every motorcyclist knows the thrill of feeling his bike roar into life under him, ready to take him anywhere as fast as he could want. The road opening its legs before him for the taking...

Geeks feel the same thing with programming. Watching your code compile and seeing it execute, is a satisfaction only obtained in earlier times by having your house slave floss between the keys of a grand piano. In a bunny costume.

Here is a simple C++ code I created last night:

#include "stdafx.h"
#include <iostream>
#include <string>
#include <sstream>

using namespace std;

 int main()
    {
    string mystring;
    float coffee;
    float cigarettes;

 cout << "Enter cups (8 oz. units) of coffee drunk in last hour: ";
      getline (cin,mystring);
      stringstream(mystring) >> coffee;
 cout << "Enter cigarettes smoked in last hour: ";
      getline (cin,mystring);
      stringstream(mystring) >> cigarettes;
 cout << "You can program at optimum efficiency for another " << ((.5 * coffee) * (.33 * cigarettes)) << " hours.\n";
 cout << "You can program at near optimum efficiency for another " << 1.66 + ((.5 * coffee) * (.33 * cigarettes)) << " hours.\n";
  return 0;
}

Tell me that doesn't turn you on. I swear, when you see the complete code with boolean operators for the selection of coffee size and type,  and called functions, you will enter your appropriate biological state of arousal.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 07, 2007 18:30 EST | Permalink | comments |
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Pet update

It got lost on its way to me. I've checked the local Starbucks, college student center, dog-fighting arenas, and speakeasies, to no avail.

I left a message on its voicemail, all I got back was a call composed entirely of clickings and barking.

This is going to be harder than I thought. I shall have to drag out the nets and tranq guns.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 07, 2007 12:27 EST | Permalink | comments |
life

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Gratuitous Playlist Post

What I'm listening to:

Alan Reeves, "The Chase"
Ariana Sevall, "Yo Menamori Dun Aire"
Arlo Guthrie, "Alice's Restaurant Massacre"
Beck, "Cold Brains"
Beck, "Bottle of Blues"
Belt Sacred Quartet, "My Lord is on High"
Bernard Hermann, "'Taxi Driver' Theme"
Bill Landford and the Landfordaires, "Trouble in this World"
Bill Landford and the Landfordaires, "Run On for a Long Time"
Bixio-Frizio-Tempera, "7 Note in Black"
Blind Melon, "No Rain,"
Blind Melon, "Sleepyhouse"
Blur, "Song 2"
Blur, "Parklife"
Cab Calloway, "A Chicken Ain't Nothing but a Bird"
Cab Calloway, "Minnie the Moocher"
Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie, "Night in Tunisia"
Charlie Parker, "Ornithology"
Chingon, "Malaguena Salarosa"
Chris King, "Hard Time Killin' Floor Blues"
Cotton Pickers Quartet, "Nobody Knows De Troubles I've Seen"
Cotton Pickers Quartert, "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot"
Dick Dale, "Miserlou"
Django Reinhardt, "Fleche D'or"
Django Reinhardt, "Minor Swing"
Edvard Grieg, "In the Hall of the Mountain King"
Elvis Presley, "Heartbreak Hotel"
Elvis Presley, "A Little Less Conversation"
Eric Dolphy, "Iron Man"
Fatboy Slim, "Praise You"
George Baker Selection, "Little Green Bag"
Gorillaz, "Feel Good, Inc."
Gorillaz, "Clint Eastwood"
Huun-Huur-Tu "Karygyraa"
Jefferson Airplane, "White Rabbit"
Joe Pass, "Django"
Keith Terhune, "In the Hall of the Mountain King"
Kevin Breit, "Send a Picture of Mother"
Lauryn Hill, "Everything is Everything"
Little Son Joe, "Black Rat Swing"
Louis Armstrong, "Dream a Little Dream of Me"
Louis Armstrong, "Ain't Misbehaving"
Macy Gray, "Do Something"
Macy Gray, "I Try"
Marilyn Manson, "I Put a Spell On You"
Marilyn Manson," The Last Day on Earth (Live)"
Moby, "Porcelain"
Muddy Waters, "Burying Ground Blues"
Muhammed Rafi, "Jaan Pechehaan Ho"
Nine Inch Nails, "Closer"
Nirvana, "Rape Me"
Nirvana, "Come as You Are"
Ralph Stanley, "O Death"
Rayzd, "Hiru no Tsuki"
Rayzd, "Rain"
Red Elvises, "Hungarian Dance #5"
Red Elvises, "My Darling Lorraine"
Rev. J.M. Gates, "Death's Black Train is Coming"
Rob Zombie, "Living Dead Girl"
Rob Zombie, "Dragula"
Rusted Root, "Send Me On My Way"
Santo and Johnny, "Sleepwalk"
Sergei Rachmaninoff, "The Flight of the Bumblebee"
Sheryl Crow, "Everyday is a Winding Road"
Skip James, "Devil Got My Woman"
Sonny Rollins, "I'm an Old Cowhand"
Soundgarden, "Black Hole Sun"
Squirrel Nut Zippers, "Hell"
The A.C. Kindley Bible Class Gospel Singers, "Whomsoever Will May Come"
The Eagles, "Hotel California"
The Rev. Johnny Blakely, "Warming by the Devil's Fire"
Thelonious Monk, "Caravan"
Ventures, "Secret Agent Man"
Ventures, "Walk, Don't Run"
Ventures, "Pipeline"
Wes Montegomery, "Willow Weep For Me"
Wes Montegomery, "West Coast Blues"
Wes Montegomery, "All the Things You Are"
Whistler and his Jug Band, "Low Down Blues"
Yngwie Malmsteen, "Black Star"

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 05, 2007 17:47 EST | Permalink | comments |
music, life

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Take a guess at

Which of the following will soon be scurrying around my apartment:

1.  a moonbat
2.  an Arabian Stallion named Enumclaw
3.  a chinchilla

I'll give you a hint: it's very hairy,  bathes in dirt, sprays urine when threatened, and barks.

Unfortunately that hint is pretty vague. More later.

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Completely unrelated update:  Like the pidgin croc grammar of Pearls Before Swine and cats? Check out these captioned cats.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 03, 2007 15:37 EST | Permalink | comments (2) |
life

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Tuesday Wee-Morning Gratuituous Llama Bum Blogging

Yeah, I know. "I was just admiring the background!"

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 02, 2007 22:34 EST | Permalink | comments (1) |
boredomblogging, blog nocturne

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Temporary Blogger's block

I have blogger's block. You see, I resolved not to blog about my personal life and what I went through. Yet that is really all I want to write about.  I wrote some drafts and immediately scrapped them for becoming inappropriately personal (i.e. one drew heavily from this site).

Luckily, at the rate at which I am rebuilding my life and healing, I ought to be back blogging within the week.  Expect lots of gratuitous capybara pron and unintelligible musings.

Posted by: Tom "The Pooklekufr" Treloar at April 01, 2007 19:28 EST | Permalink | comments |
blogging

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