Archive for the ‘Pattern Recognition’ Category
Pattern Recognition: Graphing the internet.
Monday, November 19th, 2007Pattern Recognition: Meta-clusterfuck.
Monday, November 19th, 2007This here thing is a thing about this thing, which is a thing about this thing, which is a thing about this series of things about things that seem crazily real but aren’t.
YES, THIS IS WHAT IS HYPER ABOUT LINKS.
p.s. fuck youtube’s quick capture i love it but fuck it
Pattern Recognition: Generational Culture Shock.
Sunday, November 18th, 2007Once upon a time, rap was a hard-knocks-triumphant honor to have as a career; rap was a portrait of black, urban life overcome in America. Now, rap is winning the lottery and not even tipping your hat at the ghetto. DJ Shadow expressed it precisely with this song that explained the problem with hip hop in ‘96, “It’s the money.” (ALSO: Whatever happened to DJ Shadow? What a loss? I seriously am not sure)
I gave a bit of a rambling speech wondering how the generation currently coming of age will handle having grown up during a dudfucking rut in American culture. I was pretty tired but I think i got the idea out of my mouth (and subsequently the head for the night).
That’s the thought for today? How brainwashed was I by Mister Rogers? Anyway, I found out today that a huge reference I have made a few times was a reference to something that didn’t exist, so I responded to myself. Embarrassment aside, I’m trying to set myself straight today.
TIP: There’s a hole in my Mario Pants? TRAGEDY; AM I RIGHT? Yes.
We’ve gotten to the point where even people with shitty taste are tired of how crappy mass media has gotten this last decade. I also forgot to mention how I am seeing 2009 as being the beginning of a new era for a culture-starved and corporate-ruined country. Guess why.
News flash: Britney Spears is no Madonna.
(p.s. thank fucking god for wordpress’s autosave, but i lost all my tags)
(P.P.S. I don’t really like the band Priestess. Better make a Priestess tag just for safe keeping)
Pattern Recognition: What life doth?
Sunday, November 4th, 2007The new adult swim show for this week, Xavier: Renegade Angel is a cd-rom loaded nightmare from 1994. The show looks like cutscenes from all the adventure and puzzle games of the early 90s available on the revolutionary newish cd-rom format, or perhaps even cruder. It appears as if it could’ve been “shot” in Second Life with a shitty digital camera and then digitized (trans-en-re-enconvertificated) again for the internets.
You might recognize the voice of the dumb main character. It sounds like a few voices from one show in particular. The reason is because the show was made by the same folks that made Wonder Showzen, PFFR.
It’s tragically hip and mentally twisting.
Oink hydras, coincidence, and comparison.
Tuesday, October 30th, 2007I’ve always thought the hydra was good torrent metaphor. It’s come up a lot lately.
No one is going to believe this, but I’m being completely honest here, have never committed plagiarism, and take pride in having an occasion original idea per decade. This was one I had early tonight at work, around 7pm:

When I got home, I about double-shit my pants when I saw this eerily similar image on that one site!:

I still can’t believe it. I mean, it’s not the most creative idea I’ve ever had, and I’ll admit to it being a little easy, but god damn. Here’s a detail of mine:

Some interesting things in common or different include mine having one less head, mine only having one pair of headphones all emosmashed on the ground, mine having a huge demon tri-spiked tail, and I can draw cloven hooves. Mine also has no little Dutch flying avenger, but instead has an inactive user.
This is an amazing coincidence, sort of. That other guy’s image (I think) came first, but I’d never seen it, so I’d rate this probably mildly weird.
Pattern Recognition: Series of Tubes.
Wednesday, October 24th, 2007I’m exhausting myself from lung gyration as I’m drowning myself in fucking balls-deep internet humor and it’s been quite a long time since I’d gotten to the thick of it. I’d link some up but fuck you.
It’s like this haven where the assholes of the world can practice their craft, and no one is really harmed unless they fit very specific guidelines. That’s entertainment. That shit can’t be sold, bought, or written.
If the old internet had hypertext, the new internet has hyperhumor, and other such words so unbelievabearably gay that they should not exist.
The power of THE WIKI is indeniable.