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I, for one, welcome our new black Muslim overlords.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

And now, Treasury Secretary Max Gerry

Admit it, it's got a nice ring to it.

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So when do I get my socialist wealth redistribution? Will it come as some sort of government check, or can I just go down to Blackhawk and take whatever I like?

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What can I say, I'm a political junkie.

Here's what both excites and disturbs me about the forthcoming Obama presidency. I'm a big sci-fi fan (which is to say: a sci-fi fan who is large [which is to say: a sci-fi fan]), and one of the classic tropes of sci-fi movies is to point out the wacked-out science fiction-iness of a film's setting by making the President black. From Morgan Freeman in Deep Impact, to Tiny Lister in Fifth Element, to Lando Muthafuckin' Calrissian himself, nothing in filmdom is as useful a shorthand for "enlightened future" as a black Chief Executive.

Which means ... WE NOW LIVE IN THE CRAZY FUTURISTIC SCI-FI VERSION OF AMERICA!!!

"So, Big Fat Nerd, why are you so disturbed by this momentous occasion?" Did you look at that list of films? A black President means some apocalyptic shit's about to go down. Rogue comets! Imperial subjugation! Some kind of intelligent planet/force of pure evil hurtling towards Earth with Gary Oldman on speed dial!

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I guess you could say I'm like an irrational, violent alcoholic, only with politics instead of alcohol. Also, with alcohol.

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Think I'm going overboard with the science fiction thing? I've got one word for you, which I just made up: holopundits.



Help me Obi-Wolf Blitznobi, you're our only hope.

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I heard some hapless McCain voter complain on the radio yesterday that he might have to leave the country if Obama won. Now saying "I'm going to Canada!" is old hat when liberals are pissed, but where do conservatives make empty threats to relocate to? Can't go to Canada; it's a socialist welfare state. So's most of Western Europe. And South America. And, uh, just about every other developed nation on Earth. Yeah, even Mexico.

So I'm just gonna throw this out there for disenchanted fundies: Nigeria. Unfettered capitalism at its most rapacious, an emerging market just waiting to be plucked and devoured, and a government that ... oh wait, another black President. My bad.

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Okay, I will suck your dick for some spin room coverage.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Rejected, but not dejected

McSweeney's chose to exercise their right of first refusal on a list I sent them, so instead you can read it here. I think it's much more convenient for the millions of you who've made this your homepage.

List of Future John Grisham Novel Titles After He's Used Up All The Good Legalese

John Grisham's The Motion to Dismiss
John Grisham's The Compensatory Damages
John Grisham's The Sidebar
John Grisham's The Peremptory Writ of Mandate
John Grisham's The Easement of Necessity
John Grisham's The Party of the Second Part

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Wicked Machine Fifth Blog-iversary Spectacular!!!

As I promised myself, here's my big post for the fifth anniversary. *Yawn*.

Apparently, the traditional fifth anniversary gift is wood. So I'm gonna give myself wood right now.

I could blog right now about my journey into fear and madness at the Winchester Mystery House flashlight tour last night, or about the drunk Peruvian lesbian who had us in stitches the whole time. Or I could blog about the graduation party I went to this afternoon for my cousin, which was fun but also made me feel very old and uncool. But it's late and I'm meh. Maybe later.

But as Woody Allen said, eighty percent of success is showing up. And phoning it in is what Wicked Machine is all about.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

What hits?

One of the downsides of being an iPod fiend with a truly monolithic MP3 collection is that you develop a bubble around yourself that stunts your growth as a music nerd. You start losing touch with new music because you're listening to nothing but your library. So every now and then I take a break from being my car's personal DJ to listen to one of the local alternative rock stations - Live 105 or KWOD out of Sacramento, specifically - to get up to speed with what the kids are listening to nowadays. This usually lasts about a day or two before I get sick of hearing Linkin Park and once again reconcile myself to dinosaur-hood, but what I keep being surprised by is how certain songs that came out years back are still getting airplay. I'm not talking about The Clash or The Smiths or other legitimate giants of the format, I'm talking about one-hit-wonders from 10 years ago that programmers must think me and the other Gen-Xers are just dying to hear again. You know, because we're so nostalgic about 1998. "Hey, remember that time we were all slamming Jell-O shots and 'Closing Time' came on, and we were all like, whoa, it's about us?"

So I've been whittling out a list of One-Hit-Wonders That Have Undeservedly Attained Classic Status. I followed an extremely scientific method: I forced myself to listen to FM radio for a few weeks and jotted down anything that A) sucked, B) no, really sucked, and C) was a one-hit-wonder that is still getting semi-regular airplay.

But what is a one-hit-wonder? I've instituted a five year statute of limitations from the point your big radio hit came out. If you can't score another big single in five years, guess what? You're officially washed up. Enjoy the county fair circuit.

(I call this the Radiohead Statute. If you knew when "Creep" came out that that band would turn into RADIOHEAD just a few short years later, I'd like to know where your money's invested since you're clearly a visionary.)

So here we go. Radio station programmers, feel free to strike any or (hopefully) all of these songs from your rotation.

"Sex and Candy" by Marcy Playground. Marcy Playground is for people suffering from severe insomnia. Ask your doctor before trying Marcy Playground. Do not operate heavy machinery while listening to Marcy Playground. Do not consume Marcy Playground with alcohol.

"Bound for the Floor" by Local H. Why don't they put this out for Rock Band? I can't imagine it'd be more than one or two buttons on the guitar - I could totally five star it! But, mindless robotic bassline aside, it did inspire a generation to look up "copacetic" in the dictionary. It turns out it doesn't mean "tastes like coppa". Now my doctoral thesis makes ZERO sense.

"Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger. "Fingertips have memories/mine can't forget the curves of your body". Yikes. I need like six showers after hearing that shit. Especially when it's sung by THAT dude.

"Possum Kingdom" by The Toadies. Yeah, this song's somehow both creepy and dull, but it stands out in my mind because it featured perhaps the ugliest example of the Chick Bassist trend that dominated 90's alterna-rock bands. I know what you thinking, "That's needlessly cruel, Mr. Glasshouse-Dwelling Rockchucker". Well fuck her and fuck this whole band. I've been hearing this song for over a decade, and my tuner knob is getting worn out from constantly changing channels whenever I hear the opening riff.

"My Own Worst Enemy" by Lit. This one's cheating a bit because they actually had another hit, the equally execrable but easily forgotten (by me, anyway) "Miserable". But c'mon, don't begrudge me this inclusion. This song blows like a cyclone. And it has the same terrible seesawing LOUD-normal-LOUD vocal "Flagpole Sitta" had. It's like these bands got together and said "Kurt Cobain used to go soft verse/loud chorus and he made a bunch of money. Why don't we do that on every other word?" Also, compare and contrast this video with "Flagpole Sitta" - is it a rule that every video from this period had to look like Swingers?

"Closing Time" by Semisonic. This song's not really terrible exactly. It's catchy enough. But even when I was only an aspiring drunk (I was 21 when it came out), I thought it was way too uptempo and dopey to be a decent drinking song, which a lot of bars seem to mistake it for. Drunks don't want to hear Semisonic. We want to hear Tom Waits or The Pogues, or if we're in a certain kind of drunken state, Leonard Cohen.

"Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth With Money in My Hand" by Primitive Radio Gods. The song's as pompous as its title suggests, so I'll give it points for truth in advertising. The sad thing is people don't remember it for those really deeeeeep lyrics that the dude probably spent like a whole weekend creating ("You swim like lions through the crest and bathe yourself in zebra flesh"). They remember it for the perfectly good B.B. King sample they appropriated because they couldn't write a hook to save their lives.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Running over "the man on the street"

I was watching the 10 O'Clock News (bet they stayed up all night working on that title) on Channel 2 tonight, and they ran a story on the efforts to stem the Light brown apple moth tide that's currently gripping the Bay Area in mortal fear. The latest cockamamie scheme involves releasing some tiny stingless wasp that lays its eggs inside the moth's eggs, and then the larva eats its way out in some kind of nightmarish H. R. Giger tableau. I don't know how effective it'll be, but it gets an "A" for awesomeness in my book.

The report mostly consisted of scientists and assorted dueling experts giving the pros and cons of the plan. No problem there. But like all sorts of intricate news stories, they felt they had to lead it off by getting the reaction of some "man on the street"; in this case, a dorky jogger in Golden Gate Park. His feelings on this development were (and I'm only paraphrasing the uninteresting parts here): "Well, I'm glad they're not releasing something big, like...uh...like a wombat."

Seriously. "Wombat" was the first scary animal that popped into this dude's head. In the video, you could see the wheels turning while he was talking, trying to think of something suitably frightening and ecosystem-ravaging. "Hmm, 'grizzly bear' would sound too silly. Werewolves? No, they don't exist. What was the name of that bat species that only eats Light brown apple moths? Shit, it was just on Final Jeopardy the other night." And "wombat" is what came out of that half-second of fevered thought.

For those who, like myself, thought wombats were some sort of Dr. Seuss creation, this is what one looks like:



Truly a terror to behold.

Anyway, I'm probably being too hard on the guy. He was just minding his own business, trying to get some early morning exercise, when some camera crew stuck a mic in his face and started asking him questions about complex environmental issues that ACTUAL SCIENTISTS CAN'T EVEN AGREE ON.

Why do local news producers think we need "man on the street" reactions to every possible news story? Do they really think I won't be able to sleep at night not knowing what Tom in Walnut Creek thinks about Barack Obama's crazy pastor, or what Annette in Burlingame thinks about possible changes in bankruptcy laws? "Fuck off, guy from U.S. News & World Report, I wanna know what sweatpant-clad mallwalkers think about Kosovo!"

Are they panning for gold, hoping to randomly stumble across some Nobel Prize winner who just happens to be in the same Starbucks as the news crew at lunchtime, or do they really think we can't digest complex issues without hearing from Dick in Hayward?

EDIT: You can view the news clip here. I got a few bits wrong though in my recollection: the MOTS interview was done at sunset, and he said "crazy animal". Somehow that's even funnier. But yeah, mea fucking culpa. Never let it be said our fact-checkers aren't working overtime here at the Machine.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

I don't get it

Sometimes these bumper stickers are just a little too obscure for me.

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I mean, someone's going to get in an accident trying to figure that one out.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Blog Wars, Episode IV: A New Host

[comm is blinking, Max hits the button]

Max: Uh, everything's under control. Situation normal.

Reader: What happened?

Max: We had a slight DNS malfunction but, uh, everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We've switched webhosts. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?

Reader: We're expecting a new post now.

Max: Uh, uh, negative. We had a viral attack here now. Give us a minute to lock it down. Large virus, very dangerous.

Reader: Who is this? What's with the redirected URL?

Max: Uh...

[shoots keyboard]

Max: Boring blog post anyway.