March 17, 2009

Ultra Music Festival website (unintentionally) offering free MP3 downloads

    Recently I found that my 80GB iPod Video just wasn’t big enough for me after all. But if you have spare space on your iPod and you’re looking for some badass beats to fill that void, you came to the right place. The home page for this year’s Ultra Music Festival is inadvertently offering nearly 50 free MP3 downloads for those technically inclined enough to “hack” their embedded streaming music player.

    Ultra Music Festival 11, which by the way is being held March 27 and 28 in Bicentennial Park in Miami, FL, is looking to be one of the most amazing line-ups yet, with acts such as Tiesto, Paul Van Dyk, Carl Cox, Infected Mushroom, all headlined by Prodigy. If you’re going, see you there.

    But if you can’t make it this year, or if you just came for the free MP3 downloads, go to town. In case you’re wondering how we figured out these songs could be downloaded, check out this tutorial on hacking streaming Flash media. Get ’em while they’re hot!

    Available Downloads

    Note to RIAA thugs: in no way is hosting or distributing these MP3 files. All responsibility for making these files available is solely on the administrators of “”, where these files are hosted and streamed freely via the publicly accessible URLs listed above.

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    March 8, 2009

    Hot wings from hell

    Once you and I talked about what hell is, but only now do I know.

    Hell is sitting in an important meeting at an investment bank, being asked important questions about subprime mortgage exposure, but only being able to think of the “suicidal” hot wings you ate last night.  Try not to think about it — it’s no use.

    The beads of sweat were running down my forehead.  The suicidal hot wing sauce was a thick heavy oil, infused with fire itself.  Not particularly easy on the mouth, it becomes even more aggressive in situ.  I lost focus on the meeting as the greasy irritant suddenly and without warning hit some spot inside me that drove my body mad.  I should have seen this coming, except that I still can’t see much of anything since there must have been sauce residue on my hands when I adjusted my contact lenses this morning — couldn’t even keep them in my eyes.  Excuse yourself.  Run.  To the bathroom — quickly.  Oh no, you have to speak next.  Just try to sit still.  Sit still through the horrible feeling.

    And people wonder why our financial system is in crisis.

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    December 5, 2008

    Party of the Angry Naked Man

    We were hanging out in my room. We sat around smoking killing time, when I stood up and realized I was completely undressed. I stood there and cracked a few jokes without attempting to cover myself up at all. Chris left to go somewhere, but left Dustin behind, although she left the immediate area as well. I must have put some clothes on, because before I knew it, the doorbell rang and I was answering it.

    On the other side of the door was my dead maternal Grandfather, the way that he looked when he was healthy. He gave me a hug and said he was back. Every sensation about him was right, down to the smell of White Owl cigar smoke on his clothes. I called for my brother, “There’s someone here you should see,” and he came down the stairs as I ran up. I was angry, yelling about how I didn’t believe it was really him. No one wanted to be around me because I was so angry.

    My Grandfather had brought with him a young cousin of mine. As I was sitting in my room, at my computer, still venting frustration, I noticed that Dustin was keeping my cousin entertained by playing some kind of game. Her and my cousin walked into my room, although my cousin was covered so no one could see the costume. I mistakenly complimented the covering, to which she replied if I liked that, to just wait. She removed the covering to reveal my cousin in a well-tailored skull outfit.

    My brother walked back up the stairs, and had one of his band mates with him. He introduced us, but his friend proceeded to pass out on my bed. “Make yourself at home!” I blurted sarcastically. I warned him that I would probably steal the comforter from off him while he slept. At that moment, I realized that there was not only a party downstairs, but that it had gotten completely out of control. I looked at the clock, which said it was almost 3am. So I started telling all my brothers friends to leave. Naturally no one was happy about this. I watched people stream out of the house into the front and back yards. People in the front yard were getting into vans, cars, and even a limo that lined my street. My back yard was being torn up by the mob. Someone had apparently found money in the backyard somehow, so people were digging holes in the grass in search of more.

    Despite the flood of people in the streets heading to their cars, cars were actually arriving. When I opened the front door, Melanie C and Meghan R were there, both drunk, wanting to join the party. I told them the party was over, but they came in anyway. When I insisted they leave, they said they couldn’t drive because they were drunk. Somehow, they convinced Dustin to drive them home in a van which I suppose belonged to them. Another car arrived, Chris was back, this time with Justin S, Danny D, and some other people I hadn’t seen for a while. I also told them that the party was over. Justin gave me a hard time and also insisted that I show him how the party had ended. I walked him inside for a moment and he grudgingly accepted that the party had ended. I shuffled everyone back down the steps, as I heard people making comments about how I deserved to get my ass kicked for ending the party. I walked into the guest bedroom facing the front of our house, and watched as the crowd continued to disperse, albeit slowly and sloppily. I realized I didn’t say goodbye and watched as everyone left and I was alone again.

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    November 4, 2008

    Infidelity of the Ferroconcrete Femme Fatale

    Wasn’t it just perfect?
    That the doors were left unlocked to this utility room
    I guess sparks just fly / when you and I / contact eyes
    Imagine just you and me / producing all this place’s electricity?

    I didn’t forget / but can’t you?
    Could he ever love you / like I do?
    We’re almost caught, and we don’t belong here
    So when that stranger sees us, run

    Even here, when you run, I can’t keep that pace
    Even in dreams, you’re the most beautiful thing in this place

    I must have missed that part where we discussed
    How we trust / in the strength of water and concrete dust
    You’re hotter than quicklime, and you’re burning me
    Hell is life without you for eternity

    Don’t you like letting our bodies explore?
    Isn’t this great / don’t you just love the decor?
    Condensate pipes, exposed wires, and a concrete floor
    You, I’d dream anything for

    “Have you seen her? She’s tough to miss
    If you should find her, tell her that I need her kiss”
    When I finally find you / now who’s that right behind you?
    Curse the daylight that takes you from me

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    October 4, 2008

    Barack Obama slam’s Bush’s “Orgy of Spending”

    I really don’t have much to contribute on this topic, but I did want to just announce that as soon as Obama dropped the phrase “orgy of spending” during the debate, I was floored. I wasn’t expecting to hear “orgy” during the debate. Likewise, the VP debate the other night, Palin’s repeated use of “raping” kind of got to me. Odd to hear taboo words out of their mouths. Maybe a techno “orgy” remix is in order…


    In the meantime I got the AIM screen name “orgy of spending”. Awesome.

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    August 20, 2008

    The Dark Knight – Joker Interrogation Scene Spoof

    The Dark Knight, while one of the more enjoyable films produced so far this year, was not without flaws. Perhaps one of the biggest criticisms was that of Christian Bale’s over-the-top Batman voice. YouTube user MonkeyandApple did a great job summarizing this in a succint and hilarious spoof, featured here.

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