Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk

SnoW-wHite invited me to play a blog game! Hooray!
What you do is you pick a random book (or as in my case, cheat and pick one of your favorite books) then proceed to page 123 and quote sentences 6, 7 and 8. It is fun! Fun like jellybeans!

Tyler told me later that he'd never seen me destroy something so completely. That night, Tyler knew he had to take fight club up a notch or shut it down. Tyler said, sitting at breakfast the next morning, "You looked like a maniac, Psycho-Boy. Where did you go?"

Go on. You do it too.

A big Fuck You to Viviane Reding and an introduction to the Streisand effect

Viviane Reding is the European Commissioner for Information Society and Media. Apparently, and I say apparently because I have found no evidence about it yet other than an article in a newspaper, she and her cabinet, that is her lackeys, are going to produce a legal framework for controlling blogs. If this is true, this could potentially be the most blatant attack on fundamental freedoms such as that of speech, freedoms that found a welcome home on the Internet. Eventually, this will not matter, this attempt will die a horrible and tragic death like the ones before it. This is way out of their hands because it is in ours.

And thank fuck for that.

The Melvins - A History of Bad Men

Wake up, you never looked so glum
Tell me how will we know they can't hear us coming?
It's easy for me, I got a headstart running away
Keep up or your disease spread quick
So how did you learn to be sick, so cunning
It's easy to sing but you just keep on humming along
Did you hear that, I got a real bad feeling
How many moles do you suppose they're keeping?
Don't make a sound they're not dead, just sleeping

Dire, dire, dire, it's fleeting

Mutual Information

Nervethreads decoding the stream of the reality-inverting revolution
The patterned untruth of non-dream: The closed eye visual delusion
-Meshuggah, Closed Eye Visuals

Dona Lucia Zarate

"Only imagine a creature about half as large as a new-born infant; perfect in all its parts and lineaments, uttering words in a strange, unearthly voice, understanding what you say and replying to your questions. Imagine I say, this figure of about 19½ inches in height and 5 pounds in weight, and you will have some idea of this most extraordinary phenomenon."
-William Jerdan

Hooray for resolution!

There once was a tall man from Fife
He had an irritable wife
They had a big row
He called her a cow
She ended it all with a knife

Here

I am the Dog. I am the Troll. I am the Goat and the Snake. The prodigal son that never returned. The madman that never became a saint. The whore that never repented.
I sit under the bridge and I hear them overhead. Talking to each other, running, sometimes singing. At night they stumble, drunk with fun and spirits. And I half envy them. They have souls, they have lives, they are human.
I used to be human once. Many lives ago. How I hated it. I don't regret giving my humanity away. In fact, I don't think I can feel regret. Not because I believe there's nothing in my past I'd like to change. I just don't have the capacity for regret.
I like it here. Away from anyone and everything. I have my friends but they come only when I want them to. I catch my friends with a net or a trap. And when the old ones die or get eaten, I just catch myself some new ones. I like it here.
Above me, there's a leak. Drip, drip, drip. But I feel no pain. I feel no hunger. There's no sickness here. There's no health either. There's just me and my friends. And the leak from the ceiling. Drip, drip, drip.
I'm not afraid of death. I've died many times before. It's just a minor inconvenience. One can overcome all kinds of adversity when one has good friends. And I have an endless supply. I like it here.
There's no evolution here. No change. Even time stands still here. Here I can walk into the same river again and again. Here I am endless.
This is the world's sweet little center. Everything revolves around me. I am the blind piper at the center of existence. And my friends dance to my music. Oh, how they dance! I like it here.
I can hear and see, I can talk and sing, I can walk and dance. But I choose not to. Because here I can stand still. Here everything stops. Here, I can see so far ahead, I can stare at the back of my own head. Here, I can extend my arm and touch the quivering heart of the universe. Here, I can slowly eat mankind.
I can't leave here. Here is where I am. I will always be here, because I am here. I am this place and all it contains and surrounds. For now and ever, I am here and I don't regret it because: I like it here.