zx3 @zx3@driveinsaturday.org

"wow...this white chili doesn't have much texture...or beans...or meat...what the f--"

tl;dr, i warmed up a canister of gravy and almoat served it for dinner

when people say that there are now multiple levels of consensus reality, it really gonches my arovs.

q: when is the end of "spooky season?"

a: spooky season never ends because life, both the larger concept of existing as a conscious entity in an uncaring universe AND the fact that apparently clumps of matter in the right conditions will just fucking start moving around on their own, possibly as a result of the will of unseen parties who refuse to reveal themselves and explain their intentions, *never stops being utterly terrifying.*

the good news is, you can leave your Halloween decorations up until the heat death of the universe.

rerouting audio feed to blast this directly into my processor cores this morning so i can stay awake

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDdgjGiSRRo

after the script for [soopor seekrit thing] is done and the last two shows of the year are dusted, the next project is finalizing the playlist for Project A.Y.Y.L.M.A.O.* making a playlist is going to help me think of it as a real thing i need to work on.

*this isn't an acronym for anything, i just had a handful of periods left over

i am here to chew ass and kick bubblegum and my foot is stuck and my jaw is tired

tonight's unearthed rave anthem: Digital Orgasm (aka Lords of Acid)'s "Running Out Of Time"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOuA-ki7cV4

me at 3:30--meh, this day has sucked so far. i have a few more tickets to knock out today, you know what would get my ass in gear? a little Sabaton! yeah, let's go binge their Youtube channel!

me at 4:15--[chugging brandy and blubbering inconsolably about the 1914 Chirstmas Truce]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPdHkHslFIU

oh, you want to know the story about how i picked "Drive-in Saturday" as the name of my long-riffing movie group, do you, Tiffany? well, it's a long and involving narrative that should fit into 6000 characters or so.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WABWNOEwC9A

what i love about this song is that it deliberately apes a fuzzy, nostalgic doo-wop 50's feel--then *less than twenty years out of date* for when it was recorded in 1973, pre-dating the retro-50's craze that would come about in the mid- to late-70's--and the lyrics place it in an unimaginably distant future where humans live in domes under a radiation-blasted sky and languid, horny post-human teens struggle with what emotions to have and what, exactly, emotions *are,* and thus take their cues from ancient film reels of trashy exploitation cinema just to figure out how they should relate to each other.

it seems like a turgid, bleak, doomed future on a Doctor Who budget, but the Kids Are Okay and they're figuring things out, unearthing ancient cult movies and taking all the wrong lessons from them for all the right reasons. and it's also a sultry August night at the drive-in theater where the katydids are screaming so loud you can barely hear the speaker clamped to your car window and you're figuring out who you are and who your date is, and neither of you are who you thought you were when the show started; and maybe it's the movie's fault, or maybe you've both suspected all along. and it's also a Bowie song from the 70's. and it's also what i do every other Saturday, give or take.

yeah, i probably should have named the instance, like, "badmoviesonmasto.poot" or something to ride MST3K's coattails a little closer, but let's face it, originality is for the young, and so is blindly sucking up to your elders.

and i will always stand by the name "Drive-in Saturday." it's evocative, for me anyway, it sets a theme and a time, and it's a Bowie reference.

what's the difference between driveinsaturday.org and driveinsaturday.net? about three years' worth of promises and procrastination. i might not be very good at website design, but by jingo, i sure can look up Linux commands on the internet and paste them into a console window and hit "enter" until things just eventually work, kind of!

toot toot motherfuckers.