An interesting site for music-lovers: www.blizzard.com's diablo 2 mp3 abbatoir

The MP3s for Diablo 2 music (haven't even played the game yet, goddamn!) have been re-worked and in the commentary, are broken down into orchestral elements by the composer Matt Uelmann as he describes the different moods he tries to achieve through the use of different instruments, sometimes a sound contrary to the one the instrument was meant for, like the marimba. If I had a good connection, I would download'em all. But just to put the suggestion out.

heightism is perpetrated every day, and we can do nothing about it. Midgets, chasing down basketball players and beating them about the skull with the butt of their stilts. Autistic children run after perfectly sane kids and torture their toes with agonising applications of their wheelchairs. A skin head being forced to pick the maggots out of a black man's impressive coif, with his toothless maw. Fat people, widening hallways and pre-judging the skinny kids with blunt objects, calling them "skinnies, let's have some fun!" and after which the skinny kids respond by ineffectively hiding behind trees, trees provide sufficient leverage for fat people to sandwich the skinny fucks.

None of these relationships are based on hatred.

I don't think any of us here at the Odd Word are racist. I mean, come on. Three of us are considered to be 'minority' groups outside of our ethnic countries of origins, so I mean what the fuck. I can't remember any racist words being written.

Hey fellow odd-worders and readers of the odd word. It's been awhile since I wrote anything or did anything meaningful on this site, so I decided to spruce up (and tidy) the layout a bit. It may not appeal to the palets of all, but at least now there are no broken links and cumbersome images to deal with.

And now for a tidbit from the weird and wacky world that we live in:

Most of us know who the Misanthropic Bitch is, and the bone she has to pick with teenage moms. This site has been created out of some kind of a reaction to her hatred of those who get pregnant pretty fucking quick after puberty. I wouldn't be surprised if this is just a massive spoof, but who cares, it holds cheap laughs value for me. And that's all that matters, kiddies. LET'S NOT FORGET THAT.

And just a final word directed at those who have reached the odd word through the following searches:

fornicating+cats
fucking+my+sister
mass+murder+makes+me+happy
dead+bodies
first+fuck
people+fucking+weird+things
racist+words


-you are all very very sick fucks. I also hold Mikko and his rantings primarily responsible for the reason why these searches come up on google and what not. Heh, just kidding. However, I found this search - tequila+allergies - to be very amusing. I can just picture some poor fifteen year old kid, the night after his first major encounter with tequila thinking "fuck man, this is all wrong, maybe I'm allergic to that shit." Hahah. You will learn, my child, you will learn.

Portnoy is coming tomorrow, I'm not gonna see him... which is a fucking mistake... that man is the shit, even though he writes weird lyrics.

Vin gimme a call I'm done with my essays. Wicked! It was so bullshit, I kept on telling myself that every single word in those essays should be the milked from the teat of God, but I ended up just winging it.

movie stars
eat snickers bars
lose fat from
their arse
and stick
them in jars
and create
demand to buy
their stupid cars.
For charity deals,
commiting to meals on wheels
to buying higher heels
and shelf life after they keel.
It would be good to steal
eight bucks and an orange peel
and leave a lemon in their head
and make lemon juice.
foo

Well since everyone has pictures, I'll attempt one of my own.

A dapper of dots, looking like a bunch of jelly cakes, a dimpled surface with white follicles, a strip of that same dimpled surface, relief lines, a knuckle, and it reveals to be.... my middle finger.

so lose yourselves in the wonder of microscopic shit

INteresting, neurology would be the thing to read when composing songs, not song books. props to the brain.

I remember people's birthday because I think birthdays are important. Celebrating the birth of friends and giving thanks is something that should be taken time out for. Having said that, I don't like to celebrate my birthday.

I ripped out the old Ninetendo console and had a wack at the very first mario brothers. Oh so simple, but OH so entertaining. Those crappy little graphics get me going twelve years later. I can't get over how small the controllers feel. Awesome.

HAPPY B'DAY (for tomorrow) VIN!

Largo I like. As well as presto.

Also the Super Mario, Tetris and Zelda theme songs are stuck in my head. Though I get confused with the Zelda theme song and the Masters of the Universe theme songs. Super Mario is unconfusable, it is distinct. Anything on par with this stuff will wipe me out, consistently..

Happy be-earlied birthday Vin, so you're in Malaysia. give us a call.

When I played the violin Iiked the tempo 'largo'. It allows for awesome sound production on a stringed instrument (with a bow).

My sentiments exactly Vin - humanity does rock. And it's your birthday in a few days! That is damn cool. You're going be 20. Step.the.fuck.back homies!!!

I'm no hans schubert, but I think "mary had a little lamb" had tempo that is constantly changed around to make popular songs, hence fun, aesthetically addictive. The odd 16th note there, the odd 8th note there. It's like when you're editing trying to create a mosaic out of a grid of squares; The square is the original shape, but if you pull the sides in different directions then you get the beautiful mosaics that MC Escher makes.

Hey someone edit my rap and put it into fun tempo (written 8/10/2001)

shivered timbre

that's wak yo, I'm not being a mak yo, but I'll cut you some slak yo,

and milk me a cak-tus,
though it sure doesn't attract us,
this apparatus falls apart like a sick lass,
I hope it doesn't detract from the
kind of attention that the milking brings,
can't count around these absent things.

these things are pretty low key,
on the QT,
seven carat concubines and a parakeet,
wrist twisting thumb-fisting,
obscene kissing lurid scenes
are missing from the big picture
of Marilyn's eyes.

Those brown like sugar, ready to caramelize.

today: i slept for 6 hours because
my nose ran
my dog slept on my lap
dido playing on my discman.

i have a question now:

do you think everyone's dna should be on record?

just wondering.

in the space of 45 minutes, I liked N'SYNC

Once, in the space of a day, I ate four donuts.