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Mashed-Up Music
An unnamed reader submits: "The New York Times is running this article (also available here) about "mash-ups:" songs created by digitally synchronizing instrumental tracks with vocal tracks from two (or more) existing songs. Often the source songs are wildly disparate, and the result is frequently better sounding than you might first expect. Who knew that Christina Aguilera mixes well with The Strokes or that Nirvana and Destiny's Child make a good combo?" This is an interesting answer to arguments that online music sharing is nothing but theft.
FIrst drunken post motherfucker! woooooaaaahH!!!!! nigggaaaaaaaaaHHhhhhh!!!
"You're just scared like a little white pussy. I'll fuck you till you love me, you faggot!"
Linking directly to mp3s on Slashdot's front page?! Could they get any dumber?
Unsurprisingly, the links are slashdotted.
A parody is when you come up with your own ideas to make fun of something else. This is just remixing two songs like that thief puff daddy.
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What a fag. Go outside, it's a saturday morning for fucks sake!
This is part of the Great Literature of Slashdot series.
The great thornbush under which the scorpion killed the beetle was a landmark in the wide expanse of rolling veldt some forty miles south of Kissidougou in the southwestern corner of French Guinea. On all horizons ther were hills and jungle, but here, over twenty square miles, there was flat rocky ground which was almost desert; and amongst the tropical scrub only this one thornbush, perhaps because there was water deep beneath its roots, had grown to the height of a house and could be seen many miles away.
The bush grew more or less at the junction of three African states. It was in French Guinea, but only about ten miles north of the northernmost tip of Liberia and five miles east of the frontier in Sierra Leone. Across this frontier are the great diamond mines around Sefadu. These are the property of Sierra International, which is part of the powerful mining empire of Afric International, which in turn is a rich capital asset of the British Commonwealth.
An hour earlier, in its hole among the roots of the great thornbush, the scorpion had been alerted by two sets of vibrations. First there had been the tiny scraping of the beetle's movements, and these belonged to the vibrations which the scorpion immediately recognized and diagnosed. Then there had been a series of incomprehensible thuds round the bush followed by a final heavy quake which had caved in part of the scorpion's hole. These were followed by a soft rhythmic trembling of the ground which was so regular that it soon became a background vibration of no urgency. After a pause, the tiny scraping of the beetle had continued, and it was greed for the beetle that, after a day of sheltering from its deadliest enemy, the sun, finally got the upper hand against the scorpion's memory of the other noises and impelled it out of its lair and into the filtering moonlight.
It seems my little girl is gone. My girl kittie has flown the coop, never to be seen again, leaving me alone with her brother. While many people have been eager to find me guilty of her possible death, I feel guilty of negligence alone.
That and other updates. There's probably a poll too...
The general consensus re: the disappearance and/or death of Sappho the Cat is as follows:
While i did make sure to bring the boy (Lucan) in off the terrace before i went to bed, i did not check to make sure the girl was inside, as i had never let her outside. It is possible she sneaked passed me and got outside. After getting outside, she probably, and stupidly went out past the terrace onto the ledge, a place Lucan is smart enough (and too big, i might add) not to go himself. Chances are, sometime through the night, she must have fallen off and fell seventeen floors to her doom.
Now, there is a very minor possibility she survived said fall and is happily living elsewhere. Neither security, the neighbor or the janitor have seen her (or her carcass), so this is possible.
Now, that being said, here's a happy fuck you to all those who see fit to call me cat-murderer. At worse, I am guilty of negligence. I did not throw Sappho off the balcony nor did i willingly place her on it. It saddens me to lose her, but if someone's waiting for me to sit in a corner and cry, well...
keep waiting.
In the five months i've been in that apartment they've been on the terrace a couple hundred times and have never shown any inkling of being stupid enough to jump/fall off.
That set aside, i'm sick as all hell. The last time i was as sick as i feel i'm going to be, i ended up with tubes shoved down my throat, so this is not a good sign. On a much better note, my gf's mom got the mother's day plant i sent her. She was very, very happy with it. It surprised me when she said it made her cry. She said her own family doesn't do that for her (the thoughtful gift giving thing). That saddened me a great deal. My own mother got her arrangement this morning and she was very pleased; my other mom should be getting hers tomorrow morning. That's one too many mothers for one guy to know.
It bothers me that i may be too sick to make my trip next Thursday to see the gf, but this shit happens. I'm alternating Ludens and Halls, taking them like a jonesing crack fiend. I'm really starting to look forward to spending a year in China next year. I could use a break from IT, and a break from a lot of other things as well.
Ok, back to hacking up my left lung.
POLL
I wish I could