This just in... special guest Iznogood will be droppin' choons as well, so we have yet more beautiful chaos for y'all...

And the most high (Six Feet in fact) crew will roll in here in the wee hours of the morning, Jahstyle is going to be dropping some phat jungle, all those who were in attendance for our last bash will remember his wicked set around 6 in the morning.

This shit is going to be hype!

140? Only a fool would pay that.

With prices like that I'd say they don't give a fuck about anybody else.

I mean I got my Steely Dan t-shirt.

I have the hundred sided die, the hecatogon. Those THAC0 rolls will be like butter now, no more rolling 1d10 twice.

I'm still trying to figure out what that reference is about myself... flying bells now? Man Easter is wicked, it's so fucking tripped out and bizarre. Flying bells, rabbits, eggs, man, it's like all Super Mario Galaxy and shit. You like walk to the other side of the planet but you don't fall off and shit, and there's all sorts of shit flying at you all the time. Man what a great game.

Ah wait a second. I think I should be more like, come to our party! It's going to kick ass!

Be there or be dodecahedron. As in, 1d20. In memory of Gygax.

LOL the banner at the top just said "Would Jesus keep Easter?"... I say hell yeah, he's a trippy hippy, he's down with all that weirdness. Even if it's way too darksided!

FULL MOON EQUINOX

A celebration of the vernal equinox / Un célébration de l'équinoxe vernal

with an all-star lineup, in two lofts / avec un lineup all-star, dans deux lofts

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Since the party description we have up right now is French only, I figure I'll give you guys a little info on what this is all about in English, in my own personal way. The vernal equinox, historically a celebration of the goddess Eostre, was long ago appropriated by Christianity to become Easter. Now rather than mourn the day some bearded king of Jews was rather cruelly left to roast on a cross in the desert, and spend the whole time weeping and moaning about how 2000 years ago we didn't do anything to stop his martyrdom, somehow we run around looking for eggs left by a rabbit. I personally have always loved the idea because quite frankly wtf is a bunny doing with eggs? It's ridiculous, it's random, it's somewhat hilarious. Hopefully this night will be the same.

The equinox is thus called because the day and night are approximately the same length. The vernal equinox is of course much more interesting because from here on, the days will get longer as the nights get shorter, meaning that the sun will have a better chance of melting away all the snow (provided the blizzard season is over) and encouraging people to roam outside in halter tops, shorts, and speedos with fanny packs.

So what do we want you to do on the Equinox? Come by and party down, that's what. One loft of psychedelic trance trippery, one loft of drum and bass baaaaadness. In short, we got what you need.

$10 at either door, address revealed via the infoline: (514) 952-5990.

- Mr. Peril.

sorry, them ugly border things aren't going to erase because apparently i should have posted without the img brackets. eeew.

Yeah well... who's going to take you down from your golden pedestal? I worry about fame getting to your head, that one day you'll spit on me and step on me.

Wait did I say worry? More like I hope you do that. But just don't forget to call me "scum" as you do. Otherwise it goes back to semi.

SCOOTER!

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Somewhat murdered.

Iron Man was a total right wing bastard. I hate that guy.

He's also modelled on Howard Hughes from what I remember.

OH OH OH and if you notice he's rolling with a bunch of soldiers having made them some really awesome weapons to kill them damned sand niggers. Always the arabs, they're always sneaky and they're totally the enemy and we need a guy in a big iron suit to help the USA fight terrorism.

You know what, FUCK this whole premise. Fuck this Pro-American comic book garbage. I really hate Iron Man.

But I fucking have to see this movie!

Sorry Dee, I might have to start the anti-Dee club if this keeps up, because all this saccharine popularity is hard for me to deal with. If your ego gets too bloated you might forget about the little people who got you there. It's for your own good, just to make sure that you don't get complacent in your fame.

HATE DEE NOW! BE DIFFERENT! ABORT! ABORT!

Every post that starts off good ends up boring because you guys can't figure out where else to have conversations. And everyone throws in their commentary until on page 14 it devolves into total non-sequitor boredom. This site would get a lot better if everyone just stopped trolling and didn't give people all sorts of attention when they're going for a grab. I can't believe you losers made shirts of the since dieing joke. It was funny for about a month. I have never prayed more for the death of a scene my entire life. Thanks everyone, your stupid senses of humour have made me into a jaded ex-raver who really is getting tired of associating with your stupid insular humour. At least be twisted and obscure, you know, less obvious with the dissing.

Ok that said, see y'all at the hyperfunkadelic fucking rave party! I'm going to smoke an ex and shoot acid up my nose!

Aw shit, who's going to play the homoerotic bouncer roles now?

Scott, you are as usual a scholar and a gentleman, and that is probably the most astute comparison I have ever perused herein.

This is essentially Lolcatz... you guys really have to differentiate between lolcat spelling (or lack thereof) and Dj Wood. Otherwise it's just another "bad spelling is cute" joke and everybody's had it with that shit.

I think these sorts of protests have to be more secretive if they want to be successful, rather than these pubic anger-fests that go nowhere, and if people want to start a revolution they really have to stop trying to use legal means within the democracy to do so, while refraining from informing the populace on the rules, leading to chaos. If we want the world to change, I think we will have to really come up with some sort of ingenious, contrived plan that goes under the radar, or decide to form militias all over the place and try to take control by other means. Unfortunately, all the right wingers already chose the latter option, and it's kind of hard to fight people with guns with attempts at common-sense politics. So it's either let hegemony roll on or become some sort of freedom fighter and try to overthrow things. I figure that's not my game, and really, violence is disgusting, but when you consider that the paramilitary wing of the government is in essence violent, it stands to reason you will have to face violence one way or another in order to overcome it. None of us regular folks can sit down with Kissinger or Rothschild and tell them to tame down the control regime, none of us regular folks are going to be able to say "hey you know what, I'm not down with the North American Union, I'm not down with the endless march of capitalism" and get through to the right people. You ever get pissed off when some asshole-run company gets a hireling to call you about money, only to realize that the guy is just working for a guy working for a guy working for the man, and that you will never, ever get through to the right people? They don't want to know, and they don't want to listen. It's about the same when you're dealing with paramilitary organizations like the Police Force. They'll stop if it becomes a PR issue, but no one would obey any laws if there wasn't the threat of a good beatdown.

Well OK, I sound a little schizo, but seriously, I saw Zeitgeist a while ago and it opened up my paranoia Pandora's box. It's probably an exaggeration, but I still don't feel much hope in the meek folk overthrowing Big Money. And a bunch of punks getting pissed off are not going to chill out the boys in blue. It's like protesters really just want to see how far the other side will go sometimes.

I think trance died for me the day I went to some Ascension party at the Industry in Toronto and this juicer runs on to the dancefloor in the middle of Dr. Trance (a.k.a. Dr. Pedophile)'s set, takes a bunch of caps of presumably meth out of his pocket, throws three of them in his mouth and CHEWS THEM, then starts screaming "DR. TRANCE, MAKE ME TRANCE IN MY PANTS!" I never went to another epic trance party again.

Oh man, I just wanted to laugh at the meth freak but no, there's 13 pages of flame war. Are you guys on meth? Is that why everyone always gets the last word?

Anyways I think I dropped a pill that was mostly crystal just recently. I was already on speed but suddenly I was on the brink of a hypertensive crisis, my tongue cramped up, and I was still compulsively trying to lick my teeth for five days afterwards, having been up for three days because of it. I felt like I was going absolutely nuts. I figured out that if you add a positive to a negative, you the difference of the positive and the negative. Disillusioned, I abandoned research and cleaned my room, realizing that even if I had a pretty hot body, I should probably not throw food around the room so I put some clothes on and went to sleep.

Dubstep needs a lot of work. There is way too much crap in that genre, I've been rifling through stuff trying to find keepers, and it seems all the hype is about garbage. Burial is glamourized garage, Kode 9 sounds like he's playing toy keyboards all the time, other than Vex'd, nobody wants to play with the drums. Everyone's also doing these weak ass build ups in their tracks where all they do is cut the drums for a few bars, then drop the same damn drums in. Musically speaking that is lazy. Every other style of music these days goes for detail and gesture, you have all sorts of glitching effects or micro-edit rolls at your disposal, but somehow there's some dubstep rule where if too much elaboration goes on it's not allowed to be called that.

I think this is just a typical sign of the times. Every style of music has fakers, people following the formula too strictly and not trying to push envelopes, but there's a real proliferation thereof with the dubstep movement. People seem content to say an artist or another is minimalist and overlook the fact that he's just boring. As an interlude, chill out music in a side room, stoner music, it works, but if dubstep is supposed to go anywhere, artists are going to have to take more risks with it. I don't hate dubstep, and I actually enjoy a lot of the parties, but I hear a lot of total duds in terms of tracks. You get one or two major, huge, Cockney Thug style jams in a night, but the rest is just bwabwabwabwa bwabwabwabwa bwabwabwabwa ba ba ba buh buh buh bwaaa over and over again. Variation. It is key to keeping the interest of the audience. Use it, would be dubstep producers! Please! INNOVATE!

I was always a big fan of Forgotten Realms settings, mainly for the storyline. I still have a prematurely retired level 11 Gnome Illusionist character sheet lying around somewhere. I only had a few good DMs to work with when I was younger, and everyone got into Rifts and TMNT after a while. Surprisingly, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was a pretty awesome RPG. Ninja skills plus mutants equals one hell of a fun character creation process. Then it all went to shit with the Vampire: The Masquerade craze, after that playing RPG's stopped being fun, as I'd have to hang out with dorks who couldn't separate reality from fiction and wanted to be vampires one day. Capes, stupid attitudes, declining taste in music (more Dead Can Dance, less KMFDM), and discussions about Anne Rice. I started eating more garlic.

I really enjoyed a lot of the older D&D video game adaptations, particularly Pool of Radiance, but the thing I hate about Dragonlance is how there are always so many fucking Draconians. There's a point where it's just boring fighting those fuckers. I also used to have the old Monstrous Compendium or Fiend Folio. Does anyone remember Osmodeus? He's apparently the Satan of the D&D universe, though they probably have revised that since.

Anyways, thank you Gary Gygax for helping me geek out as a pre-teen. Thanks, I think, yeah. I shall roll my hundred sided die in thine honour.

I rolled a 3. Ah well.

Bump... where the fuck have I been? See you guys tonight... I hope...

Afterjam's going down chez nous, I wish I could hit both... but we're gonna keep the fire just like Kenny Loggins. Details are coming soon...

What happens if you accidentally tilt them 45 degrees to the right? Do they taste the same? And what happens if they're on their sides?

That's a NOFX song, maybe you want to mention that before people think you wrote it.

Fuck, check out the site... it's pure gold, this guy has dreams about dryads, unicorns, and satyrs, having orgies... he made a bunch of sculptures that can be switched with each other so that they eat each other out... please take me serial people! The unicorn porn is super serial!

See the pederasty and pedophilia are definitely trademarks of raving, just ask Horus...

LOLZ... Ricky kept going after his mom opened the door.

Uhhhhh... yeah... why would you ask people for advice on a short story class you're taking in college at the age of 29? That's what T.A.s are for.

Instant gratification however... that's what T&A is for.

Summary, with aid by the glorious wikipedia... [ en.wikipedia.org ]
Anyways, I took down the important notes for you.

- Haile Selassie I is God incarnate, even though he wasn't the best leader for Ethiopia.
- Haile Selassie declared himself the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, and the Conquering Lion of Judah (see "Conquering Lion" by Yabby You), and as the only African monarch of an independent state garnered much following for his status
- Marijuana is used to engage in communion with Jah, and is a major part of the religion, it is considered a sacrament that brings one closer to Jah
- Rastafarians eat an ital diet, which consists only of foods mentioned in Leviticus and Deuteronomy from the old testament
- Rastafarianism attempts to lay out a groundwork of fundamentally African culture, distinct from colonial viewpoints (however Haile Selassie was a monarch...)
- One must love and respect all living things, and emancipation from all forms of slavery is hand-in-hand with such a philosophy
- Modern society is corrupt and is the extension of Nimrod's Babylon, and the ideals one must aspire to are those of Zion, the promised land, the Satta Massagana
- Rastas each work out their own path and their own means of attaining salvation, and in this sense the religion is not centralized - the individual is highly important in Rastafarianism
- Africa and Zion are one - this is the land from which all African people have come, usually on slave ships, and the land to which they must all return one day
- The colours Ites (Red), Gold, and Green are held in high regard, being the colours of the Ethiopian flag, as well as Black in Marcus Garvey's version of Rastafarianism
- Many Rastas believe they are descended from the 12 tribes of Israel
- The Ark of the Covenant is said to contain the lost half of the bible and the history of Africa's lost culture
- Selassie I was a strongly vocal opponent of racism and hence most Rastafarians do not espouse the idea of black supremacy
- Diet: no shellfish or pork, Nazirite (no meat) diet, or vegan/vegetarian
- There are three main branches: the Nyahbinghi, Bobo Ashanti (ascetics), and the Twelve Tribes of Israel
- Ah and of course, it's not really Rastafarianism, because Rastas are opposed to the "-isms"

It's a great religion, but a little out of context for white guys with dreads, because well, you never were from Africa, most likely. But yes, you smoke as much weed as you feel is necessary to commune with Jah. Probably doesn't work if your roots aren't African but give it a try anyway I say.

Irie reggae music I recommend if you want to research this religion the right way hehe...
The Twinkle Brothers, Abyssinians, Peter Tosh, Augustus Pablo, Trinity, Lee Scratch Perry, Toots and the Maytals, Johnny Osbourne (notably "Truth and Rights"), Hugh Mundell ("African Roots" and "Africa, Blackman's Foundation"), Cedric IM Brooks, Yellowman, Lacksley Castell, man... I could go on... nuff good reggae music inna de world.

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Yo WTF is Cruise talking about?

You should write the remainder of the following short story, and not mention that it was plagiarized.

The fog cleared and Geoff found himself on the brink of a precipice, holding his dead dog in his arms. In the gloaming stew he could faintly make out the contours of Regent's Park in the distance, where the attack had occurred. Was he dreaming? Was this some sort of bizarre drug-fuelled reverie?

Yes it was. As he woke up with a start he snapped out of his addled daze and looked around the room, feeling his memory come back in starts. A row of broken bottles and a used syringe were all that remained of the night, and it seemed he had clumsily knocked over a nearby credenza before lying down, rather awkwardly, on the detritus that covered the floor. As if responding to his wakeful state the door opened and the phone simultaneously rang. He attempted to hurriedly attend to one or another and collided directly with his timely guest, resulting in more broken glass and a barrage of shouting.

"WATCH IT, HOLY SHIT!" cried the guest, who as it happened was a winsome man with spectacles and a fairly scruffy case of 5 o'clock shadow.
"Where the.. who the fuck are...?" Geoff started, before realizing he had no idea where he was or how he had got there. It was just as likely he was the guest, and it occurred to him he wasn't quite aware of his surroundings yet or capable of moving. He stared sheepishly at the smallish man, and gave a bit of a nervous shrug with his shoulders.
"You're Geoff Vaccaro, right? Well you're at my place, I'm Neil, and this is the squat. I kinda figured you'd be out for a while but you gotta get outta here, right now. No time to discuss, come with me..."

There.

That wasn't so hard. Now does anyone really have to go on [ rave.ca ] to get help with homework? Not really. Stop doing so much e and maybe the synapses will fire and you'll be able to finish this story. I haven't published it yet but the rest of it better be up to par with the beginning.

Wait till you get to University (if you ever do), it won't be as easy to get other people to give you ideas.

From Wikipedia... this is pretty interesting considering how she tore up that picture of Pope John Paul II on SNL years ago while singing "War".



So I would take this to indicate that she's trying very directly to disturb the status quo of the Roman Catholic church by getting ordained even though she has a vagina, by entering a schismatic Catholic sect, and by aiming to become a catechist. Going Rastafarian is totally bizarre but I guess I can understand, it being quite a beautiful religion but just as sexist as the Catholic church from what I understand.

Note to self: get dead, get laid.

Yo ANY falafel you get in this city is garbage. The idea that the trend in Montreal is to microwave anything they feed you, even in high-scale restaurants, just disgusts me. In Toronto falafel is competitive and really fucking good a lot of the time. Over here it's the most repulsive crap there is. Tastes like nothing and has no nutritional value. You know that falafel can actually be good for you if done right? Not here... I have yet to eat even one good falafel in Montreal.

While I'm at it let me say, as a food industry insider here, that the health board takes bribes and ignores most major infractions, which is why so many dives stay open. This city needs tighter restrictions, food would get better everywhere.

A last note... anyone who loves the Euro Deli, sorry but I must break ye wee hearts. They have to clean mouseshit off of all the counters every morning. Think about that when you're eating your cheese lasagna or the horrid deep-fried, sauce-and-cheesed, then overbaked eggplant parmigiana. The only good thing to eat there are the meatballs and the pizzas, and if you can find someone who knows how to make the damn things, the paninis.

No this one is alien to you, so he's Xeno instead. *cover up*

I can't believe I neglected to mention Serge Gainsbourg... especially on "Je T'aime... (Moi Non Plus)" and this number here, with his daughter, which will have you guys scratching your heads I'm sure...



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Btw Charlotte Gainsbourg grew up to be super sexy.

I should also mention Feist, that is Leslie Feist.

He Les genres dites que la parce-que et morte may se nes pas vrai. Cest l'orthograph e qui y mort.

Aw shitty, I'm not part of the TV party club.

This guy is so on the ball.

Vampires aren't real.

That is fucking awesome... mashup bidniz in full effect... man who did this work of genius?

Looking forward to this one, I really loved Doom Generation.

Hey folks, if you're running out of sexualized anthropomorphic animals then you might want to check out these:

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Um... it gets a lot better...

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