Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. This past week I discovered some tunes from a St. Louis-based DJ named Spankalicious. He brings a sort of grimey flavor that sounds like the the Midwestern cousin of Z-Trip, Girl Talk and Diplo.
Spankalicious – Traveler
I’ve been digging in the crates lately so I’m a hit you with nine more fresh tracks after the jump. Continue reading
The other day I was perusing the aisles of my local Home Depot and when I glanced over at one of the shelves, I was suddenly hearing the power chords of Black Sabbath’s Crazy Train inside my head.
I reached tool nirvana on Saturday afternoon, my friends, when I spotted what has to be the greatest piece of hardware ever made: the gloriously named FatMax Xtreme Fubar.
First of all, the FatMax Xtreme Fubar is 100% forged fucking steel. It weighs like 15 pounds. It has a THICK coated rubber handle for grip and it is painted in fluorescent hi-viz yellow. This thing is so fucking punk rock. And it only does one thing well: BREAK SHIT. Continue reading
To commemorate last weekend’s stupidness I put together a house mix for the kids. So here’s a bunch of dope tracks together in one mix that’s heavy on the Fred Falke and Way Out West.
I know it starts off slow and laid back, but the pace picks up pretty quickly. I’m not a real deejay or anything, so try not to get yer vadges too sandy if the beatmaching isn’t always perfect. I’m calling it The Poosy Mix.
Hello kiddies. I see you’ve come back for more carnival of horrors. Apparently the JO Knifefights didn’t scare you off. (They should’ve.)
Well over the past few days I received a bunch of new Craigslost submissions from some of my favorite people in the world: Dancing Queen, BoobooKitteh, SusanBAwesome, GenderFenderBender and the inimitable Slim Pickens all sent me this week’s craziest free classified ad crap. So sit back, pour yourself a glass of leprechaun blood and admire the Hieronymous Bosch-ian tableau of nihilistic perversion and insanity that is Craigslist.
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Tonight I’m rocking the wheels of steel WordPress blog software to bring you some tasty funk. This weeks’ theme is… well, there is no theme. I’m hittin’ you with some jams from a bunch of different genres, because we’re crazy like that around here.
So come on inside the club. (No sneakers, hats or gang colors!) We got some UK grime, electro, a bit of hip-hoppy dubstep, some D’n’B, Florida breaks, hipstery goof-electro, 90s French disco-house and Baltimore bass meets Gucci Mane. Plus whatever else I feel like adding later. Holla.
Feel free to bring your own tunes to the party. Just remember, DANCE MUSIC ONLY. If you post Barry Manilow, you will get the gasface.
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Tonight Bens and I are hitting you with some tunes. (Don’t forget, kids, tomorrow night’s DJ Party will be hosted by DJ Anita Manbadly. I hear there will be drink specials.) Anyway… put on your big floppy denim hat and braid your hair, because tonight we’re gettin’ in a Stevie kind of mood. Continue reading
We have some talented bastards and bastardettes here. Earlier this week I asked you to contribute your best Condi + Qadaffi romance fiction and you came up big. Continue reading
In 1950, the mathematician Alan Turing came up with an elegant way of testing a computer’s ability to “act” like a human. If machines could truly “think,” they would surely be able to communicate in such a way that humans wouldn’t know they were interacting with a computer.
The Turing Test was born. Then in 1991, researchers and technologists turned Turing’s thought-experiment into an actual competition: The Loebner Prize.The goal is to trick human judges into believing they’re chatting (via text) with an actual human.
So Discover Magazine decided to arrange a conversation between of the world’s top-ranked computer chatbots, ALICE and Jabberwacky. Continue reading
Back in the good old days, every American boy took shop class from a grizzled Vietnam veteran with a quick temper and a missing thumb. Shop class was where boys could be men, where the future bro of American learned how to have a near-brush with permanent handicapped status while building a wrought iron bird feeder.
Chicks dig scars and glory is forever. And even though you now work in a cubicle making Excel spreadsheets all day, without shop class and its dozens of deadly power tools, today you’d probably be opening up a fancy yogurt stand and/or traveling to a terrorist training camp in Pakistan. Continue reading
Last week the Libyan rebels who stormed Qadaffi’s bizarro sex dungeon royal palace in Tripoli found that he had been keeping a photo album full of pictures of America’s preeminent neo-con torture princess, Condoleeza Rice.
It turns out the Crazy Colonel has historically made no effort to hide his Condifatuation! Here’s what happened the last time these two lovebirds got together for a summit meeting in 2008: Continue reading
