Putting up LP's
Magma's Attahk album, now up on my wall, to match the rest of the Giger work already there.
I've been buying a few vinyl LP's off ebay over the last few months, with the intent of putting them up on my wall. So far only 3 have gone up in the hallway, all with their cover art being designed by H.R. Giger.
I used to really like Giger when I was younger (12 or so) but then every Johnny Cretin started going on about him so I lost interest. It was only after seeing his design for Magma's Attahk album that I started to gain interest again. A couple of years back, I framed 12 prints I got in vibes and scribes and put them in my hallway (after nearly dying from the fumes of spraying each of the black frames with chrome effect paint).
The three currently up are Magma's album, Brain Salad Surgery by ELP and KooKoo by Debbie Harry. I've never heard KooKoo nor am I a fan of Debbie Harry to be honest but it looked good so up it went. There are a few other albums by Giger availible but I think I'm done for now. The others to go up are works by Jon Lord, another Magma album and most recently received, Sex & drugs & Jesus Christ by Christian Death. I might put that one in the main bathroom. I never heard of Christian Death before this, are they a Christian folk group or something? :)
Picture of the Week
M8 - Fermoy bypass
Looking east over Fermoy
I've been using the M8 quite a bit since it opened. A nice road; not brilliant but nice and with a very scary breakdown lane, I doubt a truck will fit into it. Anyway, I deffinately say this test motorway was a success. I absolutely think that this 2 feet of prototype motorway is enough and now the real Dublin to Cork motorway can commence.
Lets face it, this tolled national route is a disaster. It doesnt matter how good the road is if nobody uses it, and nobody is using it. It's funny to enter the motorway at evening and look at all the trucks climbing Watergrass Hill to the left. Nearly every time I use it, I have the motorway to myself.
The only part of the road that kinda looks like an Autobahn. Don't worry folks I was safe, I didnt drive and photograph, I stopped up dead on the motorway first!
[EDIT 05.12.06] Due to some confusion I now clearly state that I did NOT stop to take the pictures... most people got the joke but some didnt =(
Bendy
Yeah the posts are going to be a bit crap during the week but and least youre getting posts. Doesnt the water on the fence kinda look like a graphic equaliser.... look don't worry, there's a decent post coming soon :)
Last night ended bad but it was good overall. Back in the Savoy last night btw, all is forgiven. It's certainly a lot better than the deadend place that used to be blubambu, whats it called? Battfield Earth or something. Anyway I went there one night, absolutely nobody there and the barmaid didnt have a clue what a rock shandy was. The most interesting part of that visit was taking a picture of the sign for the toilets.
A bloody raw heel...
... is all I have to show for my night out last night. It was the only night out where I forgot to bring my phone and wouldnt you know it, it was the one night I fucking needed one. Now don't get me wrong, I didnt just need a phone for bandying about with strange women, although I did ask "Johnny Pissy Balls" for a loan of his phone at one point for just that reason but he refused to give it to me, instead I needed the phone to find out where everyone had gone and visa versa.
Three of us hit the town last night, together, but we all went home seperately and only Johnny Pissy Balls knew what the story was. It's unusual for us three to be out together and I think its going to be even more unusual in the future.
We were all sitting down when Pissy got up suddenly declaring he was leaving now (seeming a bit pissed off). I admit I was a bit annoyed at his general demeanour (and still angry over the phone thing a few moments earlier) but I was willing to go. I got up to have a quick look around for some girls I was speaking to earlier on, no sign, so I head back. Pissy Balls was gone and I couldnt see my other friend either. Thinking they were gone without me (or at least that Pissy was gone and my other friend was going to be unfinable) I rush out the door in a panic to find them; no sign of either, so I rush back to where Pissy Balls had parked, or at least where I thought he had parked. You see, every other night we went out he had parked on Dyke Parade but last night there werent any spaces so he parked on the quays.
Half way up Dyke Parade my head clears a bit and I remember where he parked. So now, I start booting it back to the quays hoping to catch him, all in vain because he was well gone by now, but I had to try, I needed to get in contact with my other friend somehow and I figured I could use Pissy Balls's phone, if he was willing to let me use it this time of course. I had a vague idea of how to make it to where he parked. By the time I got there there were only 3 cars parked along it and non of them his. A nigling discomfort in my heel cried for attention.
In case youre wondering why it was such a big deal to meet up with him again, sure arent we all big boys now etc. He doesnt live in the city and he was meant to be staying in my place last night, so I felt a strong onus on me to sort it all out.
I now reassess the situation. I'll use a public telephone to call him I thought, no point, I could only get as far as 087 and I know now even that netowrk code is wrong. So I realise the only thing I can do it head back to my apartment and hope hes done the same. After queuing for 15 minutes for a taxi I give up and start walking back to where I live. Half way there the nigling in my heel flourishes to a full pain and looking down I see the bottom of the leg of my trousers is wet. I reach down to feel my ankle. Withdrawing, I discover my hand is covered in blood, "best not to think about it" I said.
I make it back home and see 6 missed calls on my phone and ring him back immeadietly to find out if he's ok or stuck in a gutter somewhere. He told me he was at home but other than that he had no interest in talking to me.
I don't know where I stand today. I've no idea if he ever wants to go out with me again after all this. I just got a call from Johnny Pissy Balls and after explaining the situation to him, he accepted the blame under no duress, but I don't really care who's fault it is; it was my responcibilty to look after my friends sleeping arrangements last night and I failed him. And for that, I am genuinely sorry.
*UPDATE* well im in the clear now, ive been found not guilty. I can't say everything between the other 2 is ok though but most importantly, I'm not guilty :D Oh btw Johnny Pissy Balls asked me to include in the blog that we were all drinking and smoking crack in the back of his car, snorting coke and shooting up heroin, rubbing children inappropriately... oh and making snuff movies too!
Picture of the Week
Seems like a good idea when you're drunk!
Totally fake but it made me laugh, and more importantly, it is this weeks picture of the err... week. It came via this post on Pure Cork Boy's blog. It's a post about "The Roaring Forties"... don't ask me!
Quote of the Week
I was going to post this anyway but since Betty The Sheep missed her Friday quote this week I felt extra incentive to do so. Heres my Quote of the Week, by me! :)
"Judge me not by the friends I keep, but rather, by the way I keep them!"
"Judge me not by the friends I keep, but rather, by the way I keep them!"
Problem Solved
I'm a right idiot. When troubled with my recent delemma over how to deal with my two gmail accounts and blogger beta, I totally forgot about just using two different browsers for each account! So now my "real" account is associated with IE and my gammagoblin account is associated with Flock. I was better off using a mozilla based browser since there are so many problems with blogger beta and IE. So for the first time ever I suggest you use Firefox instead of IE, but dont get too cocky since there are similar problems with Safari.
Justin's new clothes
So Justin Timberlake has entered the fashion scene with a new clothing line (clothes line heehee). It's interesting because when I first heard that shitty "im bringin sexy back" song of his, I instantly thought, well whats wrong wih it, and hoped he kept the receipt. "I'm bringin sexy back; (yeah?) it doesnt fit as well as I thought;(yeah!) the arse needs a bit of extra cloth.... (take it to the menders!)"
Out last night
I was out again last night. It was quite a good night. I noticed a lot of people out begging though, more than usual, which isn't good in the grand scale of things but I was too drunk to fully care. I did give one man some money, but not without subjecting him to a quick rendition of "who's yer sexy Joe?" as I handed the money to him; the poor man :) We went around a few places before heading in to Cubins. I ended up dancing with some girl near closing time but she kept going back to some other guy. I took it that she was just more interested in him so I didn't really pursue things. My companions later informed me, after we had all gone home that this man she was dancing with was more than likey just a gay friend as he was very camp and they wondered why I hadn't recognised this too. Now let me tell you something, after consuming about 11 metric letres of vodka and redbull, I was in no fit state to recognise anything! I was relying on those in a more sober state to look out for me. She did keep coming back to dance with me so its all a bit annoying. Maybe she just thought I was gay too? :P Anyway, I wore my shroom t-shirt out last night for the first time. It's UV reactive but there wasn't enough blacklight anywhere we went to show it up well. So if you saw someone in a white shirt and a shroom t-shirt last night, that was probably me, and I do apologise for any spontaneous Joe Duffy impressions you may have suffered :)
Whats a Gamma Goblin?
Anonymous asked, whats a Gamma Goblin, and to be honest I havent got a clue. It was just two words I put together while struggling to come up with a blogger username. I wanted something unusual and Gamma Goblin seemed like it would do. I googled the name at the time and there were maybe 3 or 4 abstract uses of the name but now there are loads. I can't explain why the words came about but it probably has to do with the Italian prog group Goblin. I was listening to a song of theirs quite a lot around that time called "drugs theme". Its from the soundtrack of an some old Italian program called Gamma which was also the name of the single "Drugs Theme" appeared on.
You can listen to it 
Strangely enough, fitting in with Goblin's Drugs Theme, there is a song by Hallucingen (Simon Posford of Shpongle) called Gamma Goblins on his Lone Deranger album. It's a great goa/psy-trance tune although hardly his best in my opinion. I was going to put up the Infected Mushroom mix of Gamma Goblins for you to listen to as I think it fits better than the original, out of context at least, but I found a video on youtube where someone has put a Gamma Goblins video together using bits from old National Archive footage. I think the main video being used in it is called something like "Drugs are like that", which is basically a preachy video about how playing with lego is like taking drugs.
So what is an actual Gamma Goblin then? I came up with the image on the right a few months back. Its basically a composite of two overlapping copies of the current banner image turned on its side and a little image jiggery pokery done to it. I thought it looked like some kind of monster thing so I added the greek symbol for Gamma around its neck and called it the Gamma Goblin. I once asked a friend of mine what it looked like, he thought it was tits and a thong. So maybe thats it, maybe the Gamma Goblin is just tits and a thong. If anyone has their own ideas on the matters of Gamma Goblins, tits or thongs, please let me know in a comment :)
Give me something to post about
Right, I'm getting complaints about the content of this blog. It's either too technical or not personal enough. Well its upto you to give me a topic to post about. Anyone and everyone can leave a suggestion in a comment, even if you never plan to visit here again. Anything at all! Whats in my fridge, why are colours like trees, what did I do today, if I could only bring 3 items with me to an island what would I use as toilet paper, 1-5-18-55-87-*-32 whats the value of the *....
Go on, suggest something, anything!
Go on, suggest something, anything!
Blog picture of the Week
At this point I'd like to introduce a new feature to my blog: "Blog picture of the week". Of course I'll probably not keep this it going but sure I'll start it anyway. This weeks picture kicking the whole thing off is of a lovely picture of a headmaster and his lovely students :) The blog in question is www.skytower.me.uk and the post is here.
I can't comment on the whole blog but this was a mighty fine ass post, so I salut you Mr. Skytower :)
Thats enough randomness for now.
Back in Cork again
Yeah Im back in Cork again this weekend. I have moderate internet connections where I live and work during the week (oooh the mysteries of where I live and work during the week!). I've switched to this blogger beta thing (errr blogger was always beta wasnt it!?!?) and Im not that happy. It's got some nice bits but forcing me to sign in with a gmail account like all yahoo's services is proving to be a balls. The way I have everything at the moment is like this: multiple gmail accounts all being forwarded to my master "real" gmail account. Now to make a simple post or comment, I have to sign out of google and sign in with with (me and my cleverness!) long email address "gammagoblin.blogspot.com@gmail.com". I could do one of two things: use a shorter email address, but this still doesnt sort out the constant sign in/out issue: or use gammagoblin.blogspot.com@gmail.com as my master account, but that means that people who I chat to on google chat will need to know my blog addresss... and damn it, I like talking about some of them here! :) Yeah I know, a billion people dying and Im worried about 2 email addresses, maybe its time to come clean!? NEVER! :)
Plus this blogger crap is causing template problems with the blog.... grrr at beta blogger!! It does have nice features though. Ah well, we'll sort something out.
Plus this blogger crap is causing template problems with the blog.... grrr at beta blogger!! It does have nice features though. Ah well, we'll sort something out.
Tom Novy - Your Body
I finally finally found out what this song was. Its been one of those mystery songs that you hear a few bars of in a club and you cant get it out of your head for weeks. So after doing a lot of googling today, searching for half heard lyrics, I finally got the title and artist. I love it, its a great house tune!
Now the video. Its rather disappointing. I wanted a video that would make me feel like I was getting foshizzle with ma dizzle, you know, full of black ghetto people (thats an internationally accepted term). Like Snoop Doggie Bag or the Notorious Busta Rhymes or whatever; big black wans with ginormous asses, gold teeth and cars jumping up in the air or something. What we get instead is a 1970's disco scene full of white people and a really really gay dancer. Fair enough theres a lot of ass but its not the same. Great tune; shit vid!
I'm out again tonight. I promised myself I wouldnt regress into that bitter old bastard, staying in every night writing poetry about how the world is fucked. Mind you I do feel like writing a few verses at the minute but sure I'll save that for the taxi driver.
I was listening to the Live Line a few weeks back (yeah youre right, I do like talking about the live line) and I heard Joe tear the face of this auld wan who rang up. He wasn't even attempting to listen to her, and then at the end asked a completely unrelated question to what she was talking about. I don't remember him every acting like this before.
I'm no fan of Joe but I will say he's usually more professinal than others; the name Matt Cooper springs to mind. He's an absolute joke of a radio host. Its actually embaressing to listen to his constant shit stirring tactics being shot down by guests: "oh my god, so are you telling me, are you admitting to the entire nation, that you diliberately add bacteria to your products? I am horrified, as I'm sure the rest of Ireland are at hearing this!"... "err... yes we do Matt, thats emm... how you make yoghurt!"...*silence*... "Really!? damn.... oh well, fuck the Guards!"
Joe likes to put the opposite view to a caller which some mistake as him being biased. Its not really, its just thought provocation. In the past however, he has given a rather ignorent one sided view on things, often telling people to shut up if they disagree with his own viewpoint. The Live Line shows around the time when Magic Mushrooms were being banned springs to mind. Joe decided for the country and let no one even question the banning of the sacred fungi. I could understand if he was on orders from RTE to limit the "pro" callers but his actions were nothing less than pure ignorent personal hatred.
Marianne Finucane is still the deffinitive Live Line host in my mind. I still feel like Joe Duffy is just filling in for her. Joe will always be what he started off as: Gay Byrnes personal ass wiper.
Updates
I've not much to write about. I'm strapped for time at the minute, I'm working away from base for the year and the old internet is slow at catching on there. They're still burning at the stake the man who introduced fax machines to the area. Telex machines are the big hit at the minute.
So Bertie is hanging on, fair play to him. For such a teflon fucker in the past he proves he has grip when he needs it. No doubt helped by slimy MacGowel; jesus christ what a knob end of a man! My honors goto Mary Horny though, she knew shit was going to hit the fan and bailed. Well I'll give her that, she knew when the goose was cooked for this government, she flew out the door and sat herself down and the head of the table demanding starters.
So Ryanair are trying to buy over Aer Fungus. And sure why not! If Ryanair are so bad then stop flying with them! Jesus they arent printing the money you know. I always thought Michael O'Leary was very like Louis Walsh; gay.
So Bertie is hanging on, fair play to him. For such a teflon fucker in the past he proves he has grip when he needs it. No doubt helped by slimy MacGowel; jesus christ what a knob end of a man! My honors goto Mary Horny though, she knew shit was going to hit the fan and bailed. Well I'll give her that, she knew when the goose was cooked for this government, she flew out the door and sat herself down and the head of the table demanding starters.
So Ryanair are trying to buy over Aer Fungus. And sure why not! If Ryanair are so bad then stop flying with them! Jesus they arent printing the money you know. I always thought Michael O'Leary was very like Louis Walsh; gay.
Michael Jackson's Thriller - The Indian Interpretation
Without a doubt scarier than the original, kinda catchy too! I just love the fake delay effect the guy does with his voice.
Have a look!
Willy Wonka, the bad bastard!
I dreamt Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory was showing in the cinema again. I mean the older film of course and not the boring recent afffair. I was outside the cinema and everyone was quoting and re-enacting scenes from it, a bit like a Rocky Horror convention I guess. Anyway, I presume the reason I was dreaming of Willy Wonka is because of the scene near the end where Grandpa Joe and Charlie were being shown the door by Wonka rather coldly, "whole day wasted" speech etc. The two of them turn to each other and ask "WTF!? did we do something wrong". Then they timidly walk into Wonka's office asking about the life times supply of Chocolate only to have their faces ripped off by a vicious Wonka. This is how I feel at the minute, not the vicious one but the ones shown the door. I was left dazed and confused asking "what the fuck did I do wrong?". I feel like I was kicked while down on the canvas. I was in retreat damn it! I got shot in the back. No I wasn't thrown out of an establishment or anything like that, I know it might sound that way. You won't hear me on RedFM tomorrow talking with Vic Barry pleading "sure all I said was the bouncers head looked like a bulls scrotum, I ask you, is that any reason for him to get so vexed!". There were no arguments of any sort. I'm sorry if this post makes no sense, but as it turns out, people dont make much sense either.
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