There is a flourishing online weed known as the 'name generator'.
Most of them suck- somebody with rudimentary Java programming skills writes a randomizer, plugs in a too-short list of faintly appropriate words, slap on a title like, say, Pimp Name Generator...then it makes the rounds of internet forums, generating acre feet of threads with the title "what's your pimp name?"
This profusion of half-assed content has one positive effect; when a good name generator comes along, it is thrown into stark relief against the spreading field of mediocrity.
Which brings us to this quite excellent Band Name Generator from our friends in the UK.
The depth is only a little better than usual, but some of the combinations are fantastic and it gives you the option of generating a general, techno, metal, bluegrass or rap band name.
Here's a couple of random examples, match them with the genre if you dare:
Fear of the Livid
The Scratchy Rambling
Ass on the Mob
Worship Ascii
Shooting of the Disbanded
and this is my favorite so far:
Nine-Inch Mutant
Good times.
11.07.2005
11.05.2005
overheard on a cell phone
woman yelling into her phone outside the store:
"You need to tell Earl that you punched a parent and got fired. I'm dead serious. I'm dead serious. Tell him right now. I'm dead serious."
I think she was dead serious.
"You need to tell Earl that you punched a parent and got fired. I'm dead serious. I'm dead serious. Tell him right now. I'm dead serious."
I think she was dead serious.
Death by Caffeine
How much of that drink would it take to kill you?
A question that has troubled mankind for ages.....finally answered by the web.
As a random sample, it would take 426.56 bottles of Arizona Green Tea to do me in.
Although honestly, the chemical aftertaste of that crap would probably overcome me before the caffine was ever a problem.
A question that has troubled mankind for ages.....finally answered by the web.
As a random sample, it would take 426.56 bottles of Arizona Green Tea to do me in.
Although honestly, the chemical aftertaste of that crap would probably overcome me before the caffine was ever a problem.
11.03.2005
Good News from DT's Brother's Brother
A heartfelt Baxblog welcome to the latest Tatum on the block, Dexter Bennett!
He made his inagural ringwalk yesterday at 10:08 pm, no word so far on the music he chose.
Tale of the tape:
8 lbs, 7 ozs
20"
According to daddy he sports an "extra-ordinarily round head", and is resting comfortably at the hospital along with mom and big sister.
Congratulations all 'round!
He made his inagural ringwalk yesterday at 10:08 pm, no word so far on the music he chose.
Tale of the tape:
8 lbs, 7 ozs
20"
According to daddy he sports an "extra-ordinarily round head", and is resting comfortably at the hospital along with mom and big sister.
Congratulations all 'round!
11.01.2005
Season of the Witch aftermath
Today's report.
We only got to watch two and a half films- we couldn't really start until the niece fell asleep, and everyone had to work in the morning so a late night wasn't in the cards.
Fortunately for our viewing pleasure the niece was burned out from a full day of costumed shenanigans. Mom had wisely rationed the candy, so she plummeted to earth and crashed hard around 7 and we were left to our own devices.
We started out with the first (and best) episode of Kwaidan to whet our palate's.
Then on to our main feature, the original Japanese Dark Water, which was great. A fantastically eerie horror movie that collected scares the old-fashioned way- it earned them.
Proof of its mesmerising attraction: it laid siege to the sister in law, who's endemic hatred of the horror genre is legend. It easily breached the flimsy paper walls of parenting book she sought refuge in, subverting its promises of non-violent communication with a substantially different vocabulary.
She ended the movie on the couch with a blanket over her head, peering out of her shadowed refuge with one nervous eye.
Sister-in-law's one-eyed review: "up there with The Shining" (her all-time favorite)
My review: It's no Shining, but it was a superior movie never mind the genre, and a really great horror film. It delivered the scares without cheap tricks, had good characters and an involving plot, and enough subtext and depth to keep it from feeling mechanical. The plot is pretty simple and easily divined, but the film had enough other things going on that "solving" it didn't really make a difference in enjoyment.
I'm kinda curious to see the bastardized American remake with Jennifer Connely and play "spot the changes"- it's always instructive to note the artificial story and character limitations Hollywood imposes on its product.
By the time we were emerged from Dark Water, the brother in law was well and truly drunk and futher subtitled movies were out of the question. We decided to go with a classic; The Thing, original 1951 flava.
A fine way to wind down the evening.
We only got to watch two and a half films- we couldn't really start until the niece fell asleep, and everyone had to work in the morning so a late night wasn't in the cards.
Fortunately for our viewing pleasure the niece was burned out from a full day of costumed shenanigans. Mom had wisely rationed the candy, so she plummeted to earth and crashed hard around 7 and we were left to our own devices.
We started out with the first (and best) episode of Kwaidan to whet our palate's.
Then on to our main feature, the original Japanese Dark Water, which was great. A fantastically eerie horror movie that collected scares the old-fashioned way- it earned them.
Proof of its mesmerising attraction: it laid siege to the sister in law, who's endemic hatred of the horror genre is legend. It easily breached the flimsy paper walls of parenting book she sought refuge in, subverting its promises of non-violent communication with a substantially different vocabulary.
She ended the movie on the couch with a blanket over her head, peering out of her shadowed refuge with one nervous eye.
Sister-in-law's one-eyed review: "up there with The Shining" (her all-time favorite)
My review: It's no Shining, but it was a superior movie never mind the genre, and a really great horror film. It delivered the scares without cheap tricks, had good characters and an involving plot, and enough subtext and depth to keep it from feeling mechanical. The plot is pretty simple and easily divined, but the film had enough other things going on that "solving" it didn't really make a difference in enjoyment.
I'm kinda curious to see the bastardized American remake with Jennifer Connely and play "spot the changes"- it's always instructive to note the artificial story and character limitations Hollywood imposes on its product.
By the time we were emerged from Dark Water, the brother in law was well and truly drunk and futher subtitled movies were out of the question. We decided to go with a classic; The Thing, original 1951 flava.
A fine way to wind down the evening.
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