For work-related reasons I saw a few hours of the channel Fuse ( http://www.fuse.tv/ ) today.

It reminds me of the other XXXxXXXXtreme Sports & PUNK!!! TV programming i’ve seen on various MTV-like and sports-related networks. There’s a lot of late-nineties “edgy” graphics, a fair amount of skateboarding and snowboarding footage, and music videos. The boys all have spiky hair and the girls are all slutty in a rockabilly girl/Bettie Page sort of way. The music is usually labeled as “punk”.

The main sponsors of this kind of entertainment are beverage companies, other entertainment like video games, and the military.

Watching someone like Sum 41 gyrate and skate and rock out in pure, stylized imitative fashion I drifted off into one of my daydreams and imagined the meetings at which 30something Extreme Entrepreneurs, their hair spiked artfully to hide the bald spots, sold the military recruitment ad agencies on the concept.

WE FEEL THAT THE POWER AND IMMEDIACY OF THE ACTION SPORTS AND NEW PUNK MILIEU TRANSLATES VERY WELL TO YOUR OUTREACH, GENERAL. KIDS LIKE A LOT OF ENERGY, A LOT OF ADVENTURE, AND ENERGIZING SITUATIONS. THE MARINES ARE REALLY THE MOUNTAIN DEW CODE RED OF THE SERVICES AND…

Watch as geeks try to sort out the social text of incest sex in order to reduce porn spam.

I am not sure whether to laugh or cry, so I did both.

“I’m planning on closing this bug unless there’s a proposal about how to fix the false positive issues.”

pound puppy / psyduck / bender / cymbalmonkey / green tea / CLUEBAT! / Solaris

Chuck Niles is dead at 76.

His gravelly voice and impeccable taste in straight-ahead jazz seem immortal to me. He was a DJ that mattered. Online condolences may be sent via http://www.kkjz.org/

more here from the Long Beach paper

http://imdb.com/title/tt0364079/board/nest/1541985

I hope that nickjb is right and that our local film festival will get to screen this thing.

EuroTrekkies. This is going to be a voyage into the Unknowable.

Dude, it’s 4:20! haw haw haw. except not. insomnia and misanthropy make ignatz something something.

I bought too many groceries today, including but not limited to: goat cheese; blueberries; stuffing sized portabella mushrooms; huge ripe OMG delicious tomatoes; and plastic bags. Good plastic bags, you know, brand name stuff.

The evening conversation was interesting. kaldame has inexplicably taken up knitting. J showed up and was very interested in my brain BIOS rebooting therapy and approved of it tremendously, and it was good to hear from another professional that this isn’t just some kind of Boopsian Pyramid Chakra nonsense. I shall be neuro-EMDR-reprogrammed into a very effective Mentat.

J’s room mate is socially maladjusted nearly to the point of psychosis. He attempted to simultaneously argue about: the validity of “labels” like “liberal” or “Christian”; the morality of abortion; the validity of words to describe anything; the existence or nature of God; the justification of eugenic murder of children whose lives are not turning out right; whether all women are “playing games” with him; and whether to go shoot pool tonight. I found it kind of fun but I can see why some people want to thrust their heads through a board after such a conversation.

I think I said “Whoa, there!” like Larry Wall about 8 times.

Confidential to Surprised in Costa Mesa: if your girlfriend is who I think she is, you should just up and start runnin’.

GOOFY HILS which she will use as her LJ icon if she has any balls whatsoever. Note Silent Trucker Phil in background.

also pinhead B; happy hils on phone with J & L in background

For bruisedhips and others who would appreciate it:

No, Your Waffle