Strangled to Death in a Dog's Armpit

Apr 20, 2012 23:20

That's got to be the weirdest way to go, right? I keep finding dried dead slugs on Meg. For such a spherical dog she sure has a lot of crevices to trap and murder slugs with. Oh, how it must have struggled, its mucus defenses turned against it, sticking it to the fine poodle hairs as it swung its head in that slow slugly way to free itself. In vain, in vain. Instead, a warm and pudgy death.

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"That last phrase might be a bit of a slip, though, since Lehrer doesn't really believe in "new ideas": he has bought into the philistine notion, much propagated by today's anti-copyright fanatics among others, that all artistic creation is nothing but (and thus reducible to) a mashing-up or remixing of existing artworks, so that Dylan writing a song is no different from a child on YouTube playing two grimecore tracks simultaneously." Via.

Someone finally said it.

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PBS now plays opera on Sundays and Mickey enjoys it so much I've been renting cds for her. It's pretty alright, although I usually have one of two thoughts, "I wonder what's happening" or, depending, "It's Pavarroti!" I guess you can add, "Oh my god, Joan Sutherland," to the list because...oh my god, she's like the benchmark singer I never knew existed. I've never been particularly interested in performing arts, but the beauty of her voice absolutely gives me goosebumps. My jaw totally dropped at 2:00 and dropped further at 4:37. This one is just cute.
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