Björk - Wanderlust

Lip-Hop

The Kleptones, true heroes of the Internet world, have released perhaps the most brilliant album of all time: Yoshimi Battles the Hip-Hop Robots. It is exactly what it sounds like--a mash-up of the Flaming Lip's Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots and various hip-hop songs.
Download immediatley!

I have discovered a hot new trend: Religious spam. I recently received the following letter in my Yahoo! spam box, from the Kuwaiti woman "Anita Adams," which is apparently a traditional Kuwaiti name. Apparently, her husband died and left her $2,500,000 (Or $2,000,500, depending on whether you read the writing or the number). Unfortunately, she has recently been diagnosed with a serious sickness (a "cancer problem." What disturbs her most about this is her "stroke sickness"), and she must immediately donate the money to a church, which I apparently am. Here's the letter, I hope you enjoy reading spam, 'cause you're going to now.

ATTN:
DEAREST ONE OF GOD

I am the above named person from Kuwait. I am married to Mr Adams Johnson, who worked with Kuwait embassy in Ivory Coast for nine years before he died in the year 2004. We were married for eleven years without a child. He died after a brief illness that lasted for only four days.

Before his death we were both born again Christian. Since his death I decided not to remarry or get a child outside my matrimonial home which the Bible is against. When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of $2. 5 Million (Two Million Five Hundred U.S. Dollars) in the bank here in Abidjan in suspense account.

Presently, the fund is still with the bank. Recently, my Doctor told me that i have serious sickness which is cancer problem. The one that disturbs me most is my stroke sickness. Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to a church or individual that will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct herein. I want a church that will use this fund for orphanages, widows, propagating the word of God and to endeavour that the house of God is maintained.

The Bible made us to understand that blessed is the hand that giveth. I took this decision because I don’t have any child that will inherit this money and my husband relatives are not Christians and I don’t want my husband’s efforts to be used by unbelievers. I don’t want a situation where this money will be used in an ungodly way. This is why I am taking this decision. I am not afraid of death hence i know where I am going. I know that I am going to be in the bosom of the Lord. Exodus 14 VS 14 says that the Lord will fight my case and I shall hold my peace.

I don’t need any telephone communication in this regard because of my health hence the presence of my husband’s relatives is around me always I don't want them to know about this development. With God all things are possible. As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the bank here in Abidjan. I want you and the church to always pray for me because the Lord is my shepherd. My happiness is that I lived a life of a worthy Christian. Whoever that wants to serve the Lord must serve him in spirit and Truth. Please always be prayerful all through your life.

Contact me on the above e-mail address for more information’s, any delay in your reply will give me room in sourcing another church or individual for this same purpose. Please assure me that you will act accordingly as I Stated herein. Hoping to receive your
reply.

Remain blessed in the Lord.
Yours in Christ,
Mrs Anita Adams.

Bonk!

I recently finished Bonk, by the ever-delightful Mary Roach (If you haven't read any of her books, then Jesus Christ, what are you waiting for?). It is, in my opinion, an absolutely necessary book: A hilarious history of science studying sex. If there is one thing this world needs more of, it's science writers with an (excellent) sense of humor.
Cheers, Mary.

Weavile Me a Tale...

I recently took a "What Pokemon Are You?" quiz at a website which will remain unnamed. I realize that this immediately makes me look like a bored eight-year-old, so let's just say that I was doing this as, uh, research. For this blog. Okay?
Anyways, apparently I am some strange creature called a "Weavile." Is this accurate? Well, let's hop down to why I'm a Weavile (or WIW):

"You believe you are very strong and fast and believe that you are the best."

Hmm. Well, I don't remember ever specifically thinking that I was very fast, but the "...believe that you are the best" part is very deep, eh? It really speaks to my inner Weavile. This means that I'm not a Blastoise, or a Furret, or a Zaboomafoo, or a Dweengle, but a Weavile. This is what Washington felt as he took office, what Churchill felt as he put ink to paper, what Chuck Norris felt as he roundhouse kicked a zombie bear into deep space. I. Am. Weavile!
And now, for the sake of, eh...journalism, my conclusion:
What the fuck is a Weavile?

Iron Man!

"Heavy boots of lead
fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron Man lives again!"

I recently saw the new Iron Man movie.
Here is my review: Holy Shit!
This is, without a doubt, the best superhero movie of all time. If you are a man, you have no excuse not seeing this movie. If you are a woman, you have one excuse: you are not male.
Beautiful effects, great acting, incredible action, and the Big Lebowski as a crooked businessman!
TIP: Stay until after the credits for a bonus scene featuring Samuel L. Jackson. Who could ask for more?

P.S. Check out the Lounge Brigade's version of "Iron Man." It's hot shit.

When the Music Industry Meets the Internet

I recently heard of (what I think is) a brilliant solution to the the woes of record label executives and torrent-loving internet users. The plan goes like this: Imagine that you pay a certain amount of money per month to some large, unnamed company for wireless internet. Now imagine that you downloaded Elvis Costello's new CD (Momofuku), 'cause that's your vibe. Next in the imaginary sequence of events, the RIAA kick down your door and stick a $100,000 fine on your pirate ass.
Now go back to the 'paying the ISP' part. Imagine that you pay $15-20 more, which now gets funneled in to record industry pockets, in exchange for the right to download as much music as you want, from anywhere you want.
Hoorah!
Imagine surfing on over to the late OiNK, doubt/guilt-free, knowing that, as embarrassing and terrible as it may be, you have the right to download your favorite Lil' Jon CD!
Let the legalized crunking commence!

Ron Paul, OB-GYN

I think I've finally found the root of my distrust of Ron Paul--he used to be a gynecologist. This is, needless to say, a strange previous profession for a short, old, male presidential candidate. I don't have anywhere to go with this, just wanted it out there.