
Pat is concerned. He wants to know, in earnest, whether his sexual proclivities for mallards is covered by the law. In a word, no. No, Pat. You’ll have to be content with the rubber variety of Anas Platyrhynchos. Suffering succotash…


Somewhat the opposite of a “mash up,” this is an aural paste featuring two different media channels, one fifty percent left, the other fifty percent right. All of the material on the left channel was culled from stuff found right here on the Internet Archive, while the right channel has a variegation of “found” sources, often conflicting with one another. The damage lasts for about an hour.
Together, both channels clash and yet remain distinctly their own. This is certainly a “mush down.” You know when you have bits of leftovers and odds and ends in the kitchen and you want to do a kind of “clearance sale soup” with them? That’s what this is, sort of.

Reverend Hellbound Allee was thoughtful enough to send me a FreakQuest involving a zealot from New Zealand and a banana (accompanied, awesomely enough by an mp3 file). I of course can refuse no Freak Quest on my daughter cell’s wedding day or within the bounds of absurdity. I draw the line at self-immolation. So don’t ask. Result is first clip below.

FWIW, this is the 900th post! Certainly not as many posts as, say what they got over at the Skepchicks Blog, but hey, for a slacker like meself, that’s perty gud.

Sometimes, just sometimes, when I listen to membots and see their worldviews crumbling, I temporarily feel sorry for them. Actually feel a sense of pity for the “faithful.” And then they shit out one of their obtuse little desperate videos, such as “The Gathering Storm” and “Dare to Stand.”
Like the hairs on one’s head, their days of having any significant impact on mass culture are numbered, and dwindling more all the time. They know this. Hence their desperation, and hence the production of little mini-Expelled style videos, straining absurdity to strike fear into the acolytes and the religiously diffident; the only thing which stands out in clear relief is their hypocrisy, and their shamefully anachronistic posturing. Oh well. Their “hate that love produced” will give me plenty of material for audiotopsies in the few remaining years they still enjoy tax-exempt status.

Membots shaken and stirred. Not sure who got tweaked here. When I’m doing these cut-ups I become as the painter in the original Heroes – Isaac Mendez – whose eyes would go up into the back of his head while he splashed clairvoyance onto canvases. I am become deaf, the destroyer of whorls. BTW, where is Isaac now? I miss him, sort of.

Punting some more pundits. Among the skewered: Glen Beck, Michelle Bachman, James Dobson, “Dr.” Laura, Tony Perkins, and a special cameo by Dobbs. Not Lou.

