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Up And At Them

Co. Dead Homer Society

Considering my love for both the action movies this is spoofs -- hell, I just watched Timecop the other night -- and the era of The Simpsons it is culled from, there's no way I could not post this. I am also really surprised how a few years changes my perception of the scenes from "hey, that's pretty cool" to "damn, that is a lot of blood for a prime-time TV show." I think as I get older and more aware of things like network television standards (rather than assuming that everything I see is, and always has been, status quo) I can appreciate what The Simpsons did for television all the more.



In the 1990s, the Japanese “Aum Shinriyko” (roughly translated as “Supreme Truth”) cult – led by a man who gave himself the name Shoko Asahara – was responsible for several instances of murder and domestic terrorism. The most impacting of these acts was the 1995 Tokyo subway gassing, which left thirteen dead. This was the second time the cult used sarin as a weapon against the people.

Co. Life

How did Aum recruit individuals into their folds? Well, one of their methods was through anime. Unfortunately, none of the videos I could find are subtitled (or even well-ripped) so I can't tell you if the soundtrack you're about to watch is satirical or not. However, the video is the very real thing. There are a lot of these floating about, so I tried to pick the ones which encompassed the most of the animation. Also, the third video features some of that “fake” Japanese nudity at around 2:10.


Speed 1 Tera-Hertz, Memory 1 Zeta-byte

There's a good chance you've already seen this -- it's been making the blog rounds as "Indian Terminator" for may be two weeks now -- but if you haven't, you're in for an inexplicably Russian-dubbed treat. It's a clip from the 2010 S. Shankar's Tamil-language blockbuster Endhiran (Robot, in English.) The clip starts dragging on, but that's as much the pacing of Indian film in general as it is about my my American-media-riddled brain refusing to acknowledge that a scene can last for more than twelve seconds.


Fox# News# ∞

Yesterday, The Awl posted something awesome that I will reproduce below. The trick is to play Mr. Beck and Godspeed simultaneously and you get a through-the-looking-glass version of what happens when you cue Dark Side of the Moon up with The Wizard of Oz:

Considering how fond GY!BE are of bizarre, impassioned ramblings, I'm surprised there aren't more of these. I managed to find another one on YouTube however, also using "Moya" but with a different Glenn Beck track, and some delightful cover art:


Roll Your Own

So the Kinect -- and to a lesser extent, the Wii and the Move -- are reinventing what we thought "virtual reality" would be. Sure, it is full of flaws and godawful game programming, but the concept of the peripheral, and the fact that it does what it says on the tin are enough. Ever since the camera got hacked about thirty seconds out the gate, a community has sprung up finding ingenious uses for it. For instance, this young MIT student has created a fully-functional musical instrument that can be created entirely on the fly:

Right now it is still only a proof-of-concept, but I love the idea of a Crayon Physics-style synthesizer.

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He Who Walks Behind the Rows

I have really been digging the hell out of Gatekeeper's new LP Giza. I've also never seen an album so well-described by the cover:

Saying that something is "really 80s" is, well, completely meaningless now that the decade has been stripmined and salted, but Gatekeeper manages to find some fresh territory to harvest, Children of the Corn-style. Every track is the opening credits to a horror film of the era, meant to make that cliched idyllic opening scene all the stranger. It's all relentless, utilitarian synth lines and with the assorted high-pitched accent and fearful lo-fi sample. I am more than a little reminded of Kavinsky and the stuff that's been coming out of the Valerie Collective. While the former is the thrill of fast living and the latter the sound of pop bands which never happened, Gatekeeper is decidedly darker. It's the sound of heart-pumping paranoia and that ill-fated look back which lands an axe straight into a teenager's skull.

Oh, and you can buy the album on a VHS I shit you not.

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