You may or may not know of my current obsession with the band Tool. Most, if not all or the posts on this blog are written under the influence of any given band I'm listening to. I usually pay homage by naming the post after a snippet of lyrics or something like that.
But today is especially special. It's my 500th post on this blog(Don't I get an award?). As you also may or may not know, I'm semi-obsessed with the comfort that belief gives somebody. We don't believe something because it's true, but because it's comfortable. Whatever, not to be critical on this blog, but it's more comfortable to be in a belief system that is organized and contains thousands of followers. I think finding some form of belief on an individual level is more awesome than clinging to something you were born into or seems comforting since everyone thinks the way you do.
Which is also why I would discourage organizing atheists, because then it would be just as annoying as any other religion. There, I've offended enough of you to spam my cbox with hate comments.
Wow, I actually drifted off. Ok, enough bull shit. See the video below? Good, since we're all friends here, I would really like you all to press play. It's not a song, it's art. Well sorta. And it will only take you about 2 minutes.
Don't scroll down until you watched that video. Seriously. Ignore everything but the video for the next two minutes.
Otherwise you're just watering down the whole thing.
I'm serious. Only scroll down AFTER listening.
Did it scare you?
It shouldn't. At first listen, it sounds like a record played backward, with German lyrics that slowly sound more and more Nazi-like, especially when the crowd cheers(reminiscent to Hitler's speeches).
But you know what it really is?
The only thing that's playing backwards is the drums, in an irregular 9/8 time signature. The weird sounds and guitar sounds were all forward. The person speaking in German, even though menacing.... is well.... there's no way to say it. I'll just write the lyrics down(after translation from German to English):
The Balls of Satan; A half cup of powdered sugar, a quarter teaspoon of salt, a knife-tip of Turkish hashish, a half pound of butter, one teaspoon vanilla sugar, a half pound flour, one hundred fifty grams of ground nuts, a little more powdered sugar... and no eggs. Put in a bowl, stir in butter, add ground nuts and knead the dough. Form eye-ball-size pieces of dough, roll them in the sugar and say the magic words: Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim. Lay on a greased metal baking sheet and bake at two hundred degrees for fifteen minutes, and NO EGGS. Bake at two hundred degrees for fifteen minutes, and no eggs
The guy was simply reciting a cookie recipe. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!
Ahemmm..
BUT, there is a double, double meaning to this song. It's still considered a song, or at least a song by Tool standards because the hidden message behind the hidden message isn't about cookies. Notice when he says NO EGGS! the crowd cheers, and how the instruction "No eggs" is repeated three times.
It's a reflection of Hitler's NO JEWS policy. Kinda scary. In a tasty, eggless way.
By the way, the title, "Die Eier von Satan" means Satan's Eggs or Satan's balls (Eier is slang for testicles in German)
This whole week has been about me, my mom's car, red alert 2, the flu, and questioning communism.
I admit, I got stupid.
Question everything. Everything. But I forgot to question communism. And, as I already discovered, Buddhists are always right.
Balance balance balance. You can't have absolutes of everything. Absolute capitalism would mean absolute short term gain, absolute communism would mean zero incentive for anything. I guess I forgot how human humans are.
So, like I said, I used my mom's car extensively this whole week. I got my phone's GPS system to work. Which was pretty awesome at first, but after a while you start shouting "SHUT UP BITCH!".
Being tracked by satellites up in the sky is both awe inspiring and annoying. I mean, think about it. We've left our planet(we as in the human species). We effing left it, we spiraled out. Thinking about it makes you want to cry.
Tell me, what would be more amazing, if we did this all under the influence of God or if we did this ourselves? How can it not be more amazing that all of this is a product of trial and error rather than an all knowing force that has the ability to do much better than launch satellites?
"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?"
Thank Gurdave for that last line.
Anyway, because I was stuck in a car the whole week, I only got a couple of worth while pics.
Like this fucking awesome Guiness truck:
It was beautiful. Seriously.
And this Skyline, which I never heard about before. I thought they called it Nissan GTR now.
I dunno. Looks Japanese though. Which is a good thing because they shouldn't look European.
And em.. I have nothing to say to the guy who decided to do this to his car:
Kingz of Gambler.
Righto.
You know what I can't decide. Who to kill off first, the Mormons or the Scientologists.
Scientology. An actual religion based on pseudoscience. I mean, if you're gonna start a religion, at least have the decency of making it impossible to disprove by avoiding the word science. That way you don't look COMPLETELY out of ye minds.
I cannae believe none of you took the time to solve the riddle in the last post. It wasn't that hard. Most people got HOW to do it, or could at least guess. Just goes to show that no one comes here to think. I hope this doesn't make me a sellout.
Bad posts do to the blogosphere what CFC does to the atmosphere.
So I shall stop here before I use up this weeks materiel.
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