Laugh or Cry

I feel a mixture of nausea and excitement when I read this article:      TEL AVIV, Israel (Reuters) – British singer and songwriter Phil Collins said on Sunday he would be open to a reunion of his old band Genesis. It was pretty much just pure nausea until I read this line: “I’m happy to […]

I feel a mixture of nausea and excitement when I read this article:

     TEL AVIV, Israel (Reuters) – British singer and songwriter Phil Collins said on Sunday he would be open to a reunion of his old band Genesis.

It was pretty much just pure nausea until I read this line:

I’m happy to sit behind the drums and let Peter (Gabriel) be the singer. If (a reunion) happens, I’ll be there.

I dunno if this is just phil flappin’ his gums or if there’s something to this. But Genesis – real Genesis, Peter Gabriel genesis, Steve Hackett Genesis, Lamb and Nursery Cryme Genesis, Supper’s Ready Genesis – were and are one of my favorite bands of al time.

Yet – that same band, as members melted away, went on to spawn a band I loath; Invisible Touch Genesis, Abacab. We Can’t Dance Genesis.

And then there’s Phil Collins. Once of the best drummers in rock history, truly, truly brilliant at the kit, and possibly the best singing drummer ever, yet author of some of the most trite pop hits of – well, of his era anyway, in a time before boy bands and spice girls and brittany spears. I fucking hate Phil Collins as a solo artist. And yet, I love his drumming, and his singing in the transition Genesis, Trick of the Tail Genesis, Wind and Wuthering Genesis, Seconds Out Genesis.

So I look at the idea of a reunion – one of the greatest bands ever, certainly one of the two or three most important prog-rock bands (you could make a case for King Crimson being the other), and I want to believe. I want to think Steve Hackett would come back, that Peter Gabriel would come back. That Genesis could be Genesis again.

Gabriel’s burnt out, certainly. He really hasn’t done a lot musically since So. It was obvious when he started naming albums he was out of ideas. He’ll never be that psychotic blur of motion he was. Nor will Phil Collins. I don’t even know if Hackett’s working any more, I’ve lost track. But even if they have not a thing to say musically between them, to hear them play The Knife or Watcher of the Skies. God, I get goosebumps thinking about it.

And then I imagine them playing fucking sussudio, a selection of mike and the mechanics favorites. And I just don’t know.

I hate it when great old bands come back and suck. Leave it the fuck alone, I want to say, don’t show us how old you are, how bad you’ve sold out. Don’t fucking do it. Yet, sometimes, they still have it. They still mean it. They can still play the old songs.

I never saw real Genesis. I picked up on them right after Peter split the band. Yet, Genesis, that first time, stands out in my mind as possibly the most brilliant concert I’ve ever seen. It was one of those I saw god moments. I’ve seen Peter, when we was at his creative peak. I’ve seen Steve Hackett. Great concerts all.

Do I want to go back? I don’t know.

In fact, if they do it, I’ll have to. If Peter stands in front of Genesis, with his flute and bass drum, I have to go. If I get a chance to hear Hackett with Genesis again, if I can listen to them play In The Cage and Back in NYC.

But god. I’m afraid. I don’t know if I can take hearing an unfelt, sellout version Lilywhite Lilith or Dancing With The Moonlit Knight.

Better they don’t, I think. Better they don’t.

New Toys for Big Kids

So, I have this iSight web cam. And I never use it, even though, you know, you’d think I would. But I just download a new application that’s simply too much fun – PhotoBooth. I’ve been playing with this all day, when I should be working on my stupid self-assessment for my stupid review. But […]

So, I have this iSight web cam. And I never use it, even though, you know, you’d think I would.

But I just download a new application that’s simply too much fun – PhotoBooth.

I’ve been playing with this all day, when I should be working on my stupid self-assessment for my stupid review. But this is far, far more entertaining. It has a set of funhouse-mirror sort of effects that are just fucked up.

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Body Circle Sale

Body Circle Jewelry – my favorite maker of piercing jewelry, and damn fine people – are having their winter 20% off everything sale. All sorts of good things to be had. This is when I order the 14k jewelry, like the 8ga gold ring I have in my right ear: (Suddenly I have ‘Radar Love‘ […]

Body Circle Jewelry – my favorite maker of piercing jewelry, and damn fine people – are having their winter 20% off everything sale.

All sorts of good things to be had. This is when I order the 14k jewelry, like the 8ga gold ring I have in my right ear:

Golden Earring

(Suddenly I have ‘Radar Love‘ stuck in my head. I’ve been drivin’ all night, my hand’s wet on the wheel – There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel…)

I’d really like to replace all my piercing jewelry with gold, including the nipples, but the nipples are nowhere near healed yet, plus I dunno what size I’ll want it ’em when they’re healed (10g most likely). But I’m at least gonna get another ring for that right ear to match the one I have.

Body Circle make really good quality jewelry, they’re really easy to deal with, and tend to ship stuff out quickly. I love these people.

Sale runs through November, so this is also a good xmas shopping opportunity.

Suffocated?

Lord. Why? They don’t even have the real answers on this like, my head will explode or I’ll die during a dangerous sex act. Suffocated 93% Stabbed 93% Gunshot 73% Posion 73% Cut Throat 67% Accident 60% Suicide 60% Disappear 53% Bomb 40% Drowning 33% Eaten 33% Natural Causes 13% Disease 7% How Will You […]

Lord. Why?

They don’t even have the real answers on this like, my head will explode or I’ll die during a dangerous sex act.

Suffocated

93%

Stabbed

93%

Gunshot

73%

Posion

73%

Cut Throat

67%

Accident

60%

Suicide

60%

Disappear

53%

Bomb

40%

Drowning

33%

Eaten

33%

Natural Causes

13%

Disease

7%

How Will You Die??
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domain monkeys

I’m monkeying with my domains – changing dns from zoneedit to a local nameserver and so forth – so if you have any trouble getting to any of the moronosphere.com blogs (or editiong your own blog if you’re one of the bloggers I host), it should be temporary. Why? Just because I can. Ok, I […]

I’m monkeying with my domains – changing dns from zoneedit to a local nameserver and so forth – so if you have any trouble getting to any of the moronosphere.com blogs (or editiong your own blog if you’re one of the bloggers I host), it should be temporary.

Why? Just because I can.


Ok, I got all my domains (well, almost all my domains) migrated to my local dns servers from zoneedit. Zoneedit has some nice features (The ability to do mail forwards easily), but I got tired of getting bills for zones I didn’t have. I’m now using local nameservers hosted by the good folks at ThePlanet

I also registered several variants on my domain name, moronosphere.com – .net, .org, etc. Why not, I figured. They’re not all live yet, but eventually they’ll all forward to here, at least until I have reason to maintain more than one site. I’m finding the whole domain hosting thing very entertaining; I think something like Globe of Frogs and five minutes, a few clicks, and a small payment, it’s GlobeofFrogs.com, just like that.

Of course then I think, why’d I register that. But whattaya gonna do, sometimes you just can’t help it. It’s kind of a caps for sale thing. You Monkeys You!

Tsunami of Spam

I’m suddenly getting a lot more comment spam slipping past my spam filter so I just switched on comment moderation. You’ll get a note saying your comment needs to wait on approval (but that sexual favors offered should speed this approval process). But please, comment early, comment often. Show me the love. Me Love You […]

I’m suddenly getting a lot more comment spam slipping past my spam filter so I just switched on comment moderation. You’ll get a note saying your comment needs to wait on approval (but that sexual favors offered should speed this approval process).

But please, comment early, comment often. Show me the love. Me Love You Long Time.

Ground Beef Panties

Ok, this is too fucking funny. WASHINGTON (Reuters) – Quaker Maid Meats Inc. on Tuesday said it would voluntarily recall 94,400 pounds of frozen ground beef panties that may be contaminated with E. coli. The beef products were produced by Reading, Pennsylvania-based Quaker on July 19 and shipped to retail stores in Connecticut, Florida, Georgia, […]

Ok, this is too fucking funny.

WASHINGTON (Reuters) – Quaker Maid Meats Inc. on Tuesday said it would voluntarily recall 94,400 pounds of frozen ground beef panties that may be contaminated with E. coli.

The beef products were produced by Reading, Pennsylvania-based Quaker on July 19 and shipped to retail stores in Connecticut, Florida, Georgia, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Virginia and Wisconsin.

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That’s gonna be a lot less funny when they fix the typo and it says ‘patties‘.

(Props to BoingBoing)

Reasons for naught

I’m having one of those weirdly incommunicado weeks. I can’t find anything to write, I don’t seem to be talking to anyone. I just can’t seem to communicate. I can blame this on Resident Evil 4, or on the fact that I just started working out and it’s eating up my time, making me tired, […]

I’m having one of those weirdly incommunicado weeks. I can’t find anything to write, I don’t seem to be talking to anyone.

I just can’t seem to communicate. I can blame this on Resident Evil 4, or on the fact that I just started working out and it’s eating up my time, making me tired, and leaving me sore. Or the fact that I’m deep into the latest Bujold Chalion fantasy (Which fucking rocks – when did she get this good?)

That’s all bull though. The bottom line is, I’m just feeling fucking fried, mentally and emotionally. I’m in one of those places where I drop out so bad I start getting mail from people who want to know if I’m mad at them, or worse, I start to think they’re mad at me.

I need to sleep late and then have noplace to go for a week. I need to take mid-day naps in a hammock under a palm tree and then wake up to lunchtime rum drinks. Instead, I’m looking out the window and seeing night already, and I’m remembering how much I hate this time of year, when the clocks change and suddenly it’s dark before my work day is anywhere close to over.

God, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt tropical air. It feels like a whole fucking lifetime has passed in the fifteen months since last I swam in warm ocean. Two lifetimes maybe. And I’m still dreaming about sailboats.


The nipples are healing well. But I’m remembering how fucking long it takes to heal these things. They are just aching to have someone lick and suck on them. Maybe if I pick up a dental dam…

Piercings are made to be sucked on.


I want to be writing. I have a novel, or a short story, or something, forming in my head. A deranged sort of psycho-drama (well, duh, what else). I have models for three characters, and a vague plot line. But I know I can’t get anywhere. My life has no space in it right now for the kind of drop-everything week I need for a writing project, the kind of week that birthed my novella. Best I can do is write an outline and hope it sticks well enough to write later.


I know, I owe pictures. Halloween pix of the kids, plus I’ll-show-you-mine-you-show-me-yours nipple pictures. Soon. Promise. And maybe one of the dozen entries I have unfinished will finally see completion and I’ll have a meaningful update here.

Just, you know, never assume I don’t love you to death, just because you don’t hear from me.