You need to get big spikes that come out of the wheels that will dismember any passing sheep, shear them, and make a soft sweater out of the wool. And a combine attachment so that head-ons turn into body harvests... and lasers everywhere so it's all like PZZING WING PYYYYONG knowhati'msaying? That would be dope.

All I care about is fucking secret pockets. I want to be able to sneak my dwarf friends into parties and they can't all hide under the pants so I need some pockets. That way Selmo and Giorgi can come.

Crystal meth in a can! Bear-blasting!

Get that Sona place man... it's fucking huuuuge... if you can turn what was a shitty security overload house club into an awesome rave one that would be killer.

This rules... I:gor especially... thanks!

Um for the record my mother and father were members of the CPCML before a COINTELPRO plant infiltrated the group and turned it into a bunch of capitalist yuppies waving the commie flag. And their phones were tapped, they were prevented from going to the states, all the stuff Betty Haze is talking about. It had to do with the War Measures Act... do you remember ever reading about that DJ DTM? You're a fucking douchebag for getting in someone's face and then attacking her on a personal level for being a bit of a hothead in defending it. What exactly made you decide that you had to start trashing her? My mom still can't go into the states easily just because she's German, and back in the 80s it was entirely impossible for her because of her involvement in the party.

Is your issue that there are dissentors to capitalism or something? I don't get it, you just out and out flamed her for seemingly nothing. Don't taze her bro.

What, you guys don't feel like wearing uncomfortably skinny pants and going to Aids Wolf concerts?

Way too much Jungle in Toronto. See my post on jib-tards/k-tards singing "Biddy up n' wo a na na na na ney" over and over and talking about Stevie Hyper D... a lot of that shit. Always wearing cracker hats, most of them are thugs and tons of the junglists I knew who used to be cool got emaciated from crystal use and started having violent outbursts on a regular basis until most of them ended up with criminal records... But then on the other hand you have all the dudes representing on [ raggajungle.com ] that shit is sick and remains so. The producers kick ass, and that scene is after all where I started out. Krinjah and Sixteenarmedjack will always dominate, and I gotta say that last time I saw Marcus Visionary play Montreal it was pretty sick, in sharp contrast to the millions of times I'd see him playing Toronto with the Vinyl Syndicate or Next Junction folks.

I think a lot of jungle evolved into breakcore... at least that's how I see the development in Toronto. All the amen-choppers turned to harder shit and started doing wacky shit like remixing Scooter tracks. Then you have Shitmat or Soundmurderer who have just gotten really complex and sick. Jungle no dead, he just being sneaky.

Oh god no... you just destroyed every last ounce of creativity I had with that shit. The only solution is to stab myself repeatedly in the ears and throw myself out the window now.

Predictably... I'm Experimental...

I would post here but I'm totally not cool... look, I'm still in the 4-digits.

NEVER. To the south is a fascist country... I don't much like fascism. South of that are all the countries they've raped for resources...

Hahaha... I believe the first electronic track I ever heard was "Me and my Moog" by Dick Hyman or Tomita's version of Pictures of an Exhibition by Mussorgsky.

Shit man this is a hard question because I totally haven't thought about when I first got turned on to "rave" music versus "dance" music. I believe it was "Can U Feel It", but I didn't hear the word rave until I heard "Witchdoctor" by Armand Van Helden. Second track I heard was "Biaaatch". I have no idea who that track is by but it goes "Biaaatch" every four bars.

Hey but when I think about it, the first electronic album I bought was MAARS' "Pump Up The Volume" when I was around 12 years old. I picked that up as well as The Beastie Boys "License to Ill" and the Fat Boys' "Crushin'". Best track off that Fat Boys album was "My Nuts".

Hey were any of you kids ever employed at some shitty club just so you could get into tons of raves for free? That was my angle for a good three years, I used to work at the Industry in Toronto. That place had the most hilarious clientele and the most incidences of sketchy G overdoses I've ever witnessed... but those times were so good... something 'bout those little pills... and I could still dance without busting up my knee.

Phat pants make people look like weird swamp beasts and honestly I'm pretty over them. Baggy is fine, but full on flaring phat pants make me feel sort of ill...

Every pair I've ever owned got destroyed by rave sludge, mud, gravel, and anything else that they'd drag through. I still have a pair of Snug phat pants that were made out of the shittiest material ever, but my favorites came from a friend in Mississauga (that's a suburb of Toronto) who had a label called Dubble clothing company. I had loads of phat pants, I did modeling for a brief period of time for Dubble, Fiction, Snug, JY Stylez, Geek Boutique, and House of Spy, and I still have a pair of JY Stylez pants, which had a wicked zipper at the bottom so you could fold them and then zip them closed making phat shorts. They had the best secret pockets ever and I wore them to death. But these days I couldn't ever go back to that, it makes me feel like I'm 19 and totally awkward wearing those things. The Fiction ones were really dope though, best design, not always the most durable materials though.

Oh fuck, that user's name is Emo is Love...

I thought the first Skins were kids from the docks in England who were trying to unionize... is that also part of the story?

No the thing is to only have one pog and try to flip it so you can keep it. The winner gets to keep the single pog.

It's based on a really old legend that was adapted many times, most recently by Stephen Sondheim in 1979 for a Broadway play that was "virtually an opera"... unfortunately it's a bit of a musical, but the singing is rather subtle, rather than being the focus. Sondheim is one of my least favourite playwrights ever, but it's a great story, apparently Sweeney Todd can't get his revenge after getting back from Australia so he starts slitting his customers' throats and then having his accomplice bake them into meat pies. Pretty warped.

How the fuck is it "for emos and goths" though... it's just Tim Burton doing his thing, who fucking cares if that comprises some of his newer fans? Who cares if a bunch of overly madeup kids take an interest in stuff that we also like? Just ignore them and they'll get depressed and have a few failed suicide attempts or blog more bad poetry:

Darkness surrounds me
I wail in silence
The omnipresent void beckons
Death welcomes me into its tender arms
Like a strangled puppy
I writhe
Black emptiness
Black black emptiness
The raven flies
I die

Woah I think I wrote an Evanescence tune there.

- Walk up to random people and say "WHAT YEAR IS THIS?" and when they tell you, get quiet and then say "Then there's still time!" and run off.

I have actually done this quite frequently and I totally thought this was my original joke at parties where everybody's on acid. I would disappear on some sort of mission and try to change a bunch of things about my outfit while gone, so that when I returned I looked like I'd been gone longer. I got the idea from Twelve Monkeys... One of my variations is to ask people if they have pieces of technology that don't exist yet. Then you have to look embarrassed when they have no idea what that is... eg: "Do you have a Quantum Phase Regulator?" (mutter)"Oh yeah 2015... not until 2015..." or "Has anybody got a Flux Capacitor?" "Hehehe umm... yeah uh nevermind - how about a small batch of Uranium... no eh... hehe...". I've always liked the dystopian version of the future, à la Defcon 4 or Blade Runner.

Been there (2063), done that.

Tory rule creates a seemingly better economy, and out west everybody's getting paid more. But Jesus Noah, you might as well say you went to the seventh ring of Hell because you more or less did. Eew Calgary.

Do you have a video?

Fuck the states. I hope they sink soon. Chthulu, get to fucking work!

John C. Lilly? I thought it was definitely K-related. I know D.M.Turner (best initials ever) died in the tub, or an isolation tank or something, and I'm trying to remember the name of the female researcher who went for a walk during a k-hole in the middle of winter and died under a tree... anyways, even if Lilly died of heart failure he had utterly lost his mind by then. Unless you believe ECCO is for real... but it sounds pretty delusional to me.

I had Elephantitis once. Then the poachers stole all my ivory and I had to yell "I AM NOT AN ANIMAL" and fend off Michael Jackson who wanted my bones. Luckily I wasn't young enough, and the Elephantitis got better once I realized I could use my ears to fly. I flew up to a crazy castle in the sky and some bizarre fairies there reduced the swelling by beating me over the head repeatedly with blunt objects.

Yawn. Last.

Well I live in a town called Innsmouth and we didn't have any fish until I started sacrificing virgins. Apparently they decided it was easier if I did the sacrifices from my house, but quite frankly I liked some of the girls... sigh... well I've also got all kinds of fancy gold if you want. Place your orders at [ www.deepones.ca. ] Payment in virgins only.

I hate this thread. :P

Is that Technoviking?

Emo used to mean Quicksand or Snapcase or Fugazi at times, it was a type of hardcore punk and everyone who was into it dressed like Ian McKaye. Now it's come to mean something very different and quite frankly I hate the fact that they rehashed an old term and applied it to shit like Good Charlotte and Fallout Boy.

Hey man, anybody like Pog? Magic the Gathering seems to be back in full force, so I figure, why not? I only have two but it's a start!

Man I love video game references... it should have ended with the "WASTED" thing on the screen though, and the prostitute should have made the car shake around.

Holy Shikima Batman!

Dagon has punished me for the name mix-up with a putrefying pile of shum that now takes up most of my room and has been raping every girl that walks in here with its tentacles. It's awful man... this mess of fish guts is getting all the pussy.

Yeah there might be some sushi in there somewhere but I think it's gone bad.

Apparently so. But I'm last now.

DAS TECHNOVIKING TANZT NICHT ZUR MUSIK, DER MUSIK TANZT ZUR TECHNOVIKING!

I want to redo all the captions for that video in authentic german, with english just below it in brackets.

Woah... deep...

Wow I didn't realize that condoms were antivirus programs. And that sex was like the internet. This answers a lot of those questions I've been asking my psychiatrist. Better go out and surf, now that I know where to get protection!

Weird. It's still an ad. They still want you to buy their soap. Wasn't the whole deal with Dove that it makes your skin super soft and that you smell nice, and isn't it sort of scented for women? The new advertising is all about trying to align with their critics and make the company seem more benign. It's like those Shell ads where they try to make it look like Shell are environmentalists and sensitive to global regional politics with cinematic storylines in their ads. But that doesn't change the fact that they have seriously fucked up in the past and were strong supporters of Botha's South Africa, apartheid and all.

Never trust big business. It's all a ruse.

Hey reserve me a ticket Karin I really need to go to space.

These ones are pure gold:

Bruce: "Don't dip your oar in this sordid sea, Dick. You might be besmirched."

Robin: "Gosh, Batman, this camel grass juice is great."
Batman: "Beware of strong stimulants, Robin."

Dick: "Bruce, let me ride Waynebow. I'm light enough."
Bruce: "No, Dick, I couldn't allow my own ward to ride my own thoroughbred. People might think it was funny."