Skip to main content

dj kali @ spooky boogie night 2010.06.13

so the burning monday crew has returned to the katacombes, only now it's on sunday, because mondays are, like, so three months ago. so this is the micro-set that marked my personal return to the wheels of steel (more like the wheels of polyethylene compound, but anyway).

implog :: she creatures
siouxsie & the banshees :: arabian knights
sleep chamber :: snakebite
the klinik :: moving hands
skinny puppy :: falling
severed heads :: now an explosive new movie
imminent :: garn
mika vainio :: goths
von magnet :: capricious horses
geomatic :: the bliss
xeno & oaklander :: shadow world
absolute body control :: i wasn't there
joy division :: atrocity exhibition
blank dogs :: tin birds
devo :: fresh
killing joke :: follow the leaders
the damned :: lively arts

[ok, you may have noticed that the ending to this was a little off. i was a bit pressed for time and ended up taking ff in a hurry with only about half the cd's i normally take and, yes, the novy svet album where my closing track is found was one of those left behind. everyone was confused and unsettled, there was pandemonium. dammit, you should never leave your soldiers behind! haven't i learned that yet?]

Comments

as long as you're here, why not read more?

jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

long suffering

i've been meaning to write this post for a while, but, every time i get started, something happens that makes me rethink portions of it, to add or subtract or consider a different way of looking at things. the post was originally going to be my take on a #metoo statement, but i ended up making that post on my personal facebook page. [it's not that i don't love you all, but there are a few things i'm not comfortable putting in the entirely public sphere.] but beyond joining the #metoo juggernaut, i wanted to write something about the wave of sexual assault revelations that continues to swell over the north american media landscape that wasn't about me. then i realised that that was a little more complicated than just writing "so, lotta sex rapes happenin' these days, ain't there?" or whatever it was that i was going to say.

so i tried writing something about just a part of it: the media coverage or the entertainment industry or the politicians or …

making faces :: getting cheeky

blush might just be the last thing that a beauty lover comes to appreciate, seeing as it can be a matter of slight degrees that separates one product from another, and it's most difficult to tell from just swatching a product how it's going to look. and it did take me a long time to appreciate that, despite loving my refined pallor and believing that my natural rosy flush was more than enough of a blush for me, blush is my friend. it softens, sculpts, perfects and, although you might not see it at first blush [yuk yuk yuk], it is something that subtly harmonises with the other colours in a look to make it "complete". yes, it's the most tricky thing to pull off when you're wearing something that doesn't mesh with your own undertones. but it's also the thing that can take a face from gloomy to glowing with a swish of the magic wand known as a makeup brush.

highlighters are an even trickier lot, since many of the more brilliant ones have a tendency to e…