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http://filmdrunk.uproxx.com/2012/01/fkable-ipad-inches-humanity-closer-to-extinction NSFW

I'm done. I'm out. I don't want to be part of it anymore.

YOU'RE to blame, you insipid, flavourless rectal warts.
EVERY time I post a QUESTION on THAT SITE, I GET LIKES.
Every time I post good material, I get LIKES.
Every time I post something vaguely amusing, I get dozens of comments.

I'm moving to the desert (or glacier as we call it here) to live as a hermit and SHOUT BILE ALL OVER IT UNTIL IT FUCKING MELTS.

THEN, I'll come to your TOWNS to SHIT ALL OVER THEM with EXTREME PREJUDICE.

Fuck you.

Or Kill Everyone.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-22630303

Ohay there folks.

Filming for Episode one will commence on Sunday.
It'll be the Viking Princess Morning Routine.
1. Get out of bed.
2. Put on a kettle of coffee.
3. Morning Gymnastics.
4. Drink coffee.
5. Make and eat breakfast.

VIKING STYLE.

In this thread, make suggestions for episode 2!

Also, if anyone has a more catchy name for this enterprise, this is the thread for it!

Also also, I will probably put production photos in here.

http://www.aux.tv/2013/01/more-than-a-decade-later-techno-viking-takes-original-uploader-to-court/

yeah, this deserves a standalone thread.

Good Night, Jeff Hanneman.

https://www.facebook.com/slayer/posts/10151624018260390

http://fashionably-early.com/2013/05/01/chris-mac-daddy-kelly-of-kriss-kross-passes-away/

Hi folks. I recently stumbled upon Regular Ordinary Swedish Meal Time, and the Viking Princess Video Diaries popped up in my head. Is this something you good folks would watch?
Also, taking suggestions for what to do, what to wear etc.

I've been thinking lately. About my MASSIVE amounts of RAGE AND HATRED, that's been festering inside me for as long as I can remember. For the better part of a decade I went onstage and spewed it out until my throat, brain, and all my muscles were sore.

But now? Nothing.

It's still there, but it has been festering inside me like a particularly cancerous tumor.
Have I become complacent? Am I too comfortable with my quiet, yet insane, Belgian countryside life?
I don't know, Roger.

What I do know, is that I need a burst of some kind to get it out again. A jolt of cytostatic electricity, perhaps.

I woke up today and felt this need to write this to you. Because you are HOLY™. How do I get the Holies, Roger?

I considered posting this in Recipes or Aneristic Illusions, but I feel the theme is too apple-talky.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/wordofmouth/2013/jan/24/brunost-norwegian-cheese-hot-topic

News reports of a protracted fire in a tunnel involving Norway's beloved brunost (brown cheese) spread beyond the county of Nordland this week. In rather understated style, Kjell Bjorn Vinje of the public roads administration said: "I didn't know that brown cheese burns so well."

AND IT FUCKING SUCKS. I HATE THE WORLD

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/30/ron-jeremy-in-critical-condition-heart-aneurysm_n_2582953.html?ncid=edlinkusaolp00000003

A friend of mine and I will invite people who are alone to his house for food and company.

I need good ideas for Xmas movies to watch.

http://sermoiii.bandcamp.com/track/a-broken-smile

http://timeparad0x.tumblr.com/post/22141058177

SONG: Will The Real Mitt Romney Please Stand Up (feat. Barack Obama)
ARTIST: R-Money

*knuckle tattoos to be specific.

I want. But what should they say? All suggestions will be considered.

This is one of those rare times when I have something to say.
Not something wise, or particularly insightful. Just something.
And there's exactly one person logged in. Me.

Monologue time!

My migraine is particularly horrid today, because it's of the type that let's me actually do stuff, but there is a 90's house party going on in the back of my neck and behind my eyes, and it's pissing me off to no end.

I have also started to realise I do NOTHING INTERESTING AT ALL when I sleep. I moan, snore and gnash my teeth. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT SHIT?
I was hoping for insightful sleep talk, like: SO MANY JELLYFISH* and DON'T HUG MY SAUSAGES**.
Even with UNLIMITED DATA™, I cannot make my brain say shit out loud when I sleep.


I'm note sure if there's any point to this, I just wanted to get it out of my system before I go to see a bearded man in a dress sing love songs about hippos.


* Me, twelve years ago.
** My ladyfriend, a few nights ago.

Suck on this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=f488uJAQgmw

So, I'm working on a new album.
Two songs are almost done.

I have decided to make the CD cases by hand, using recycled cardboard, and duct tape/glue the parts together, and gluing artwork to it.

Now I'm going to need visual artists, who are willing to "donate" art for the cover, and who are willing to let me haphazardly cut their art and glue it on the covers.
I can't pay you anything, but everyone involved will get two copies of the CD.

No two copies will be the same.

I'm going to guest on a norwegian television show next week, to talk about evil.
the show is hosted by Happy Tom from Turbonegro.


wat.

(Edit - sticky removed - Dok)

So I'm giving it it's own thread.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/annanorth/12-hilarious-reviews-of-a-pen-just-for-women

http://www.flickr.com/photos/unionscenelive

This is part of my job. concert photography is hellafun.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/norway/9496330/Anders-Breivik-verdict-live.html


The comments are horrormirthy retarded.
https://www.facebook.com/TELEGRAPH.CO.UK/posts/264870996965753

Should I try to sleep or just keep going until tomorrow night?

Points in favor of sleeping: I like to sleep.
                                     I get rest.
Point in favor of not sleeping: I get shit done.
                                         I get shit done.
                                         See above.
                                         Also, I tend to come up with extremely silly stuff I can flood the site with.
Discuss.

I'm deliberately posting here, instead of bring &brag, because this will be mostly for pics and video and sound from my gig(s). Do feel free to move it if you want to though, oh tyrant mods.

Anyways.

post-gig picture:

Still shot from video:



also, to better keep track, if those of you interested in physical CDs of the live show post here, I'll be a happy little viking bunny.

I'm in a Horrible Mood.
I just got back from the festival, my bags and clothes smell like they have been moist inside a wet tent for three days, which they have, and my whole fucking body is stiff like a board, from trying to sleep inside said tent while extremely intoxicated.

And I come back to this. THIS. Whatever it is, it is BAD™. I don't know what it is that is BAD™, but something doesn't smell right. And, this time, it is not my fault. I BLAME YOU!
YOU HAVE CREATED THIS SMELL. WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS WHOLESOME HAVE YOU DONE IT?
Confess your sins here, while I go see where I put my syntax gland.

Nice to meet you, Waffles. How are you? Iron-y as usual, I presume?

I've been sitting on a bus the last nine hours, with one hour left until I reach my destination for the day. I have failed utterly to get any sleep whatsoever and it has made me slightly cranky. 

So, you know what? 
Fuck it. It IS my fault. I did it. I poisoned the well, put the cigarette butt in your morning coffee, and everything else that might have happened to you. 
Blame me. I can fucking take it, as long as I can ride an ass before you nail me to your TV antennae. 
I'll be your Viking Jesus in cheap drag. 
Blame me, god damn you.

http://www.azcentral.com/news/azliving/articles/2012/07/13/20120713bikers-against-child-abuse-make-abuse-victims-feel-safe.html

Inspired by the pic I posted in the... umm.. pics thread.
Please share photos of awesome street art.

http://www.sfgate.com/news/article/Oscar-winning-film-star-Ernest-Borgnine-dies-3691720.php

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JADwwAnjz5g

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=RPl_GZDeqUQ


Jesus fuck. Police arrested him earlier today. Environmental activist. Very probably on an indefinitely extended acid trip from the looks of him.

Remember I talked about him in AT?
He's got new friends now. http://www.theoccidentalobserver.net/2012/06/johan-galtung-on-jews/

ABOUT MY LITTLE PONY 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=PL8CD8PjVmA
(if you look closely, at around 1:46, you'll se what can only be the ghost of John Candy)

This is the tread where I bring you the goods from/for the gig I stole your ideas for in Apple talk.

1. since random symbolism seemed to be a prevalent theme, here's the first poster:



2. 3 minutes, 46 seconds of rough material: http://slesknet.org/MP3/demo1/spl2012.mp3

3. TWIDDLESTICKS!

TBC


Edited to add updated poster.

I originally wanted to do aforementioned show dressed in Eyes Wide Shut gear. That's boring.

So, my idea is to shamelessly steal ideas from you guys, and make it work.

whaddyathink?

Ok, as those of you who have read and contributed in my other idea thread know, I am doing a solo ambient/weird stuff gig in July.

In this thread I want to steal stuff you say and put together as the vocal part of my performance.

the working title of this performance is Immanentize the Sleskathon.

(Slesk is a nickname of mine)

WHat say you, good people?

Maybe a horrible one, but I'm going to do it nonetheless.

This summer, I'm going to play at a festival called Støy På Landet (Noise in the countryside), or State Bologna.

It will be a solo ambient/noise/weirdness thing.

Here's my Great Idea. Whatever soundbytes (wether mp3/wav/video sounds) gets posted in this thread will be incorporated into the show.

Lately I've been really, really down. I don't know why, exactly. All the things that bother me and makes me want to dig a deep fucking hole in my lawn and jump into it head first are things that only four weeks ago, I'd laugh at.

I've suffered from depression and somewhat mild anxiety attacks for a little over a decade. The last four years have seen me on a steady rise from the pit I was in from 2002-2006.
Now, it's as if I've been sent back seven years.

I really do not have a god damn thing to complain about, other than my three dislocated spinal disks and periodical migraines, but I am so goddamn fucking unhappy.
I'm so lonesome I could cry, as the song goes. But I cannot cry. I have a constant lump in my throat, and whenever I'm alone, I feel like I'm on the verge of bursting into tears any moment.

The fact that I'm between jobs doesn't bother me much at all, to be honest. I'll find a job soon enough.
The fact that I was out sick from my previous job for well over a year doesn't bother me much.
What DOES make me horribly, terribly depressed, on the other hand, is the fact that I am completely and utterly unable to maintain a romantic relationship. And I don't know why.
I see only two reasons for this, both of them equally ego shattering to think about.
Either, I have fallen into a decade long pattern of falling for emotionally and mentally unstable women, immature women, violently jealous women (who also happens to fuck people I thought were friends behind my back).
OR, I am such a horrible person to live with that I scare women away.

This is what runs around my head every fucking day, and has for weeks. And I am fucking tired of it! I thought I was finished with this shit six years ago.

I just want it to stop.

Last night I watched the newest Big Bang Theory episode, and I HAD A COMPLETE AND UTTERLY TOTAL FUCKING EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN!
I curled up on the floor in a fetal position and wept and wept and wept for two straight hours.
I didn't feel any better afterwards


Waffle Iron,
Snot-stached emo kid.

I have finally joined the Elders of Psion.

Y'alls'mma gonna love this

Should I start yet another band? A Rob Zombie Ukulele Cover band?

fucking awesome trolling!

I'm thirty!

I just want to get this off my chest.

I haven't had so much fun online in many years since I drunkenly stumbled in Dok's toe hair last year and got stuck in here.
Personally, while I'd love to see more action on the boards, I don't really mind the apparent "slowness", because what is here is fucking brilliant.

You people are a horrible, inglorious, fantastically awesome bunch-o'-bipeds!

Easter is almost here, and as you all should know, up here in Norway that means we have the spring's first barbecue. Freshly killed whale, well done over a stave church, and thanks to YOU people, I can go out there with my gallon of gasoline a slightly happier man than I was the day before I rambled in here and made a fool out of myself for the whole world to see.


Pancake Skillet the Younger,
Signing off!


PS:

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[Reveal to me The Mind of Mr. Doctor]

Devil Doll is an Italian-Slovenian experimental rock band formed in 1987 by the mysterious "Mr. Doctor". The band has gained a cult following, taking influences from gothic rock, classical and slavonic folk music, and fronted by the sprechgesang of Mr. Doctor himself. The band is notable for very lengthy epics, none under 20 minutes.

(from Wikipedia)

Devil Doll has been one of my favorite bands for fifteen years. It's truly weird. But people have described it better than me, so here goes:

Reveal to me The Mind of Mr. Doctor

by Henry Leirvoll



I am a virgin, I have not yet penetrated Music. Like an ignorant child, I thought I had long ago; but it was proven to me that I was wrong.

I have since been allowed to touch the flesh of music and art, but still nothing more than a touch. Maybe a slight caress, but that is all.

I still catch myself trying to steal but a moment of it. To try and see through the veil that I now so clearly see covers my face.

Like a child loves his mother, I still remain ignorant.

I honestly thought, if nothing else, that I had at least a certain grip on music; what it means, and what it can do. I have always known that I am not a scholar as far as the subject is concerned, and that there are many aspects of music, and art, that I do not understand.

But I know what I feel, what I can feel.

When I first heard Devil Doll, I truly did feel like a child. I heard things I recognised, things that I definitely reacted to. I enjoyed what I heard, and as I investigated further I found that it impressed me only more and more. Yet, I did not understand: What was this work appearing before me?

I know there are still so many aspects that I do not comprehend, but I want to learn!

Mr. Doctor took my hand and told me that I had every reason to be afraid. He told me that I should be in awe, and that I must continue.

I usually donât like to be led anywhere, but I had to follow this.

A new dimension is much too small a world to describe it, but something new was appearing before me. I had a revelation, that is the only way I can even dare to try and describe it.

Barriers crumbled, and windows shattered. What I had only been able to shimmer before, now surrounds me, and cut my flesh! I can see beyond the walls that blackened me, and I am able to touch, and caress the being, the scary, yet so fragile and pitiable thing of which I have no word to describe.

I can cry when I touch it, or I can cower from fear, but I can never laugh. There exist no happy thoughts in here, as is the only love to be.

He is alone over there. As I look around, I see many a soul trying to comprehend, they all, as I, stare at this thing; this man. None of us can reach him but several try. Stretching out their hands, I find they do the very thing I did on my first trip to this place, and still do every time I am allowed to visit, they weep.

I fear, and I revere. I am in awe.

Today whenever I sit down to listen to Devil Doll, I find it very hard to stop. When I first have started an album, I feel guilty if I stop it and cursed if I skip a track or index. If I do, I surely know, in my mind, that I will most definitely miss the point.



Mr. (Hyde) Doctor (Jekyll)

Today I found a plastic crow's foot in my corduroy jacket. I'm afraid my beard has been voodooed. The fact that I put up some paintings done by inmates at a long gone insane asylum doesn't help. How come all this weird is happening on a day I haven't been outside at all?

 Model train enthusiasts are the. Cocking shitnibbles. Holy goddamn fucknuggets.  Just wanted y'all to know that. Smores.