this is the complete headache album by big black (steve albini's first band). limited to only 1000 copies, it was packaged in a vinyl bodybag and features a shotgun suicide victim on the cover. my disco is on this album and it’s absolutely fantastic in tone and scope and story (it’s about an affluent and handsome couple that have a deformed baby and the father goes nuts in the hospital shortly after it’s born and kills it).
you ugly thing you are not mine not my face not my seed not my child you are not mine you are my monster
it also comes with a huge booklet full of awesomeness and a poster and a 7” copy of their cover of wire’s heartbeat, b/w things to do today (a song who’s lyrics are from the written to-do-list of a hitman, as per court records of his trial) and i can’t believe. both the 12” and 7” were pressed on blood red vinyl.
out of all the vinyl i own, this is now my favorite. and not surprisingly, big black is among my most favorite bands.
Weird anime, gore, violent sexuality, a fascination with society’s underbelly and thirst for provocation. Albini is basically the godfather of 4chan. Given this, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s an active member. Don’t click the main link if you’re enjoying your morning oatmeal like I was.
While preparing to film a movie entitled A Night in Casablanca, the Marx brothers received a letter from Warner Bros. threatening legal action if they did not change the film’s title. Warner Bros. deemed the film’s title too similar to their own Casablanca, released almost five years earlier in 1942. In response Groucho Marx dispatched the following letter to the studio’s legal department.
Dear Warner Brothers,
Apparently there is more than one way of conquering a city and holding it as your own. For example, up to the time that we contemplated making this picture, I had no idea that the city of Casablanca belonged exclusively to Warner Brothers. However, it was only a few days after our announcement appeared that we received your long, ominous legal document warning us not to use the name Casablanca.
It seems that in 1471, Ferdinand Balboa Warner, your great-great-grandfather, while looking for a shortcut to the city of Burbank, had stumbled on the shores of Africa and, raising his alpenstock (which he later turned in for a hundred shares of common), named it Casablanca.
I just don’t understand your attitude. Even if you plan on releasing your picture, I am sure that the average movie fan could learn in time to distinguish between Ingrid Bergman and Harpo. I don’t know whether I could, but I certainly would like to try.
I survived layoffs. I was certain I wouldn’t. It turns out I simply have too much work to do. The victims had completed theirs, and there was no new project for them.
We’ve been assured that there won’t be any more layoffs for a long time. “Not until March.” I support my family. That’s not a long time.
I’ve started looking around. There are a lot of people looking, since the past three months in video-game land have been nothing but layoffs. I’ve been doing this a long time and I’ve never seen anything like it.
I don’t know if I can get anything by March. The economy really is changing things. If you can’t get a job in software development, what else is there in the US? Not manufacturing, that’s for sure. Not construction, not right now.
Move? To where? India? Software jobs in India are drying up too.
I may have no choice but to become a porn star. Or a pirate. Or a lion tamer. Possibly a carny.
“I like Sarah Palin, and I’ve heartily enjoyed her arrival on the national stage. As a career classroom teacher, I can see how smart she is — and quite frankly, I think the people who don’t see it are the stupid ones, wrapped in the fuzzy mummy-gauze of their own worn-out partisan dogma. So she doesn’t speak the King’s English — big whoop! There is a powerful clarity of consciousness in her eyes. She uses language with the jumps, breaks and rippling momentum of a be-bop saxophonist.”—Fail | Salon
“La bise starts by bringing one cheek close to the other’s cheek and simulating a kiss on the cheek. Some start with the right cheek, some with the left. Like a goalkeeper predicting the direction of the ball, try to determine which of your cheeks the other is aiming for so an embarrassing collision is avoided. Some make a kiss-simulating noise with their mouth, such as phwouiik, mmmm, or phhlschlp.”—Living in France: Dos and Don’ts