She lived like a murder
How she’d fly so sweetly
She lived like a murder
But she dies
Just like suicide
This is a song I have loved since the first time I heard it in 1994. I got to listen to the acoustic version on a friend’s copy of Songs From The Superunknown but was not overly impressed by it at the time (ah, youth!). I have since changed my mind and now consider it superior to the released electric version; it could very well be one of Chris Cornell’s finest moments. Beautifully poignant like a Japanese death poem, the increased emphasis on the voice lends the elegant lyrics greater weight.
From Wikipedia: Frontman Chris Cornell was inspired to write the song when a bird flew into the window at his house. He heard the sound, and expecting a burglar, instead found the small creature suffering. He subsequently put the bird out of its misery. Cornell has been quoted saying the bird inspired him to “write a song about the harshness of love.”
This is the 2007-02-22 “Anonymous does not forgive” build. CCCP is still the best codec pack as far as I am concerned. Coupled with the ffdshow speed ups for Vorbis and H264, this is really the only thing you need for video playback on Windows PCs*.
Also: Vista compatibility, and Zoomplayer 5.0.
* apart from Quicktime and Real content
Courtesy of Boing Boing, as far as shaving aids go….
….it actually reminds of something else. I’m sure brighter minds have thought of the commercial opportunities.
Editorial standards for Slashdot are always a joke (has it passed the Digg Asymptote? Is it possible?) with the IT geek community, but they’re usually more subtle than this. Even footballing sites have less obvious WUM (windup merchant) fare. But it does bring back memories of college/uni/whatever tertiary-level brain augmentation you’ve gone through, which can be good or bad.
P.S: If an algorithm doesn’t do O(1), cure cancer and give me a consciousness-altering blowjob before breakfast, DON’T BOTHER.
My thoughts on Wikipedia (or knowledge by mob rule, as I call it) is pretty unprintable, so it doesn’t surprise me in the least that when we as a race see a bad idea, we create a bandwagon. It’s the good ol’ concept of “If we have to fuck things up, let’s do it together!” Which leads us to….
Wikipedia’s idea that knowledge has to follow a golden mean is one of the by-products of the postmodernism era, and sadly no one seems to be immune to it, and it’s the height of irony that the sneering at “ivory tower intellectualism” is permeating the entire spectrum of US society. It’s pretty hard at times to discern whether the monolithically dense conservative bloc in the US are actually serious or just trying to make us go through life with a sneaking suspicion that one or both ROCK-HARD(tm) legs are being tugged viciously, but this seems legit, considering the lockdown the admins did when the site became general knowledge (with predictable results).
If this was drawn up by actual right-wingers, it just shows that nobody does self-parody better than a conservative, albeit non-intentionally and with more ZING than Jon Stewart could ever manage. The article on Shrub sums up DELIGHTFULLY the “Look There!” mentality of conservative politics in the US. Sadly, there’s no reason to expect the approach won’t work on the voters that aren’t too apathetic to drag themselves to the ballot box.
Le’Arse are good value for money, though not always in the way they expected. [Y] Excellent game for the neutral, and I’m sure all the Mancs and Spuds got an enormous kick out of it. Hilarious comment straight out of the wretched hive of scum that is F365:
“Senderos is to direct balls as Dracula is to crosses.”
Not to mention the hilarity of “poor” Bridge being clunked so badly (*cough*) he was claiming delight for all 3 pts, as well as the sight of furious Goons reverting to form and calling the trophy the Mickey Mouse Cup again. PREEEEEECIOUS.
P.S: How essential is Dimitar Berbatov to Spurs?
INTO A DARK REALM….ooooooh, SCARY.
Why do I still bother plowing through YET another of Feist’s derivative works? Probably because it gets more and more digestable with each book, since the original portions get shorter and shorter shrift and more and more elements are recycled in. Spin the (Plot) Wheel, Get the (Book) Deal, I guess.
I cast the chickenbones onto the floor. They read:
WARE THE PAPYRUS.
Hmm. More to follow.
It’s HT with the Addicks and the Hammers socking it to each other like the pathetic sight of condemned men fighting over the last drumstick before the hanging and the drawing and quartering. Result?
Charlton 3-0 West Ham
More to follow. (I don’t doubt in other enclaves in London…say, the Emmigration and the Lane without the Tube…..folks are savouring this like sweet, sweet ambrosia)
And there you have it at FT: 4-0, courtesy of Jerome Thomas and the Bent Worth 18m(tm). Even JFH had an assist or two. That said, unless Wigan falls deeper into the mire, it might be too little, too late for Pardew’s re-energized side.
The match was probably the encapsulation of West Ham’s woeful, woeful season. Their fans will probably have to endure “You’re Going Down” chants by opposition for at least 10 more games before they slip off quietly into the night.
Kevin Nolan is already the talk (snickering talk, but he’ll take
whatever comes) of the footballing community with his staggeringly
insipid columns for Aunt Beeb. But his most recent needs an award for
the “Most Boring Depiction of A Decadent Footballer’s Holiday” category:
After training every day we had to spend 15 minutes in the sea as part of our warm-down.
Needless to say, lots of the players start splashing each other.
The other day I jumped on Ricardo Gardner’s back and dunked him.
He emerged from the water in something of a panic, wagging his finger in my direction.
Few in this world could pull off dull and gay in the same tone, but Nolan has managed it. Here in dinky Singapore, we salute ye.
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I’d like to sink her with my pink torpedo
I have heard about this long ago, but never thought to track it down. David Gilmour, bestest guitarist ever, performing with Spinal Tap, bestest (and loudest) band ever! A legendary performance! David (Gilmour, not St. Hubbins) plays bass, and even does a little solo. Genius!