I've been musing about writing. Sometimes you come across bits of
writing which just have so many good bits that you keep wanting to tell
everybody - you find a quote and you keep pushing the start back a few
sentences adding a couple on the end until ...

I just pasted this into #london.pm 

"It hits us, hits us both, simultaneously, like a semi made out of
lightning which is also a professional boxer. Carrot Cake Soup . You
cube the carrot cake, some pieces have frosting and some don't, and you
put a handful of these chunks into a bowl full of milk. So let's go do
it. We'll do it later this week, he says. But I know that's the same as
not doing it. Why not now, I say? I know a store where we can get all
the stuff. You can just buy it, the way you can buy stuff in the
household cleaners section and make a bomb big enough to kill God. The
stuff is just lying around there and nobody's doing anything with it.
It's not a crime to buy them separately, and what we do at home isn't
any of their fucking business."

Which is from 
http://www.penny-arcade.com/news.php3?date=2002-01-15

there was more funny stuff, particularly the Morse Code bit and the
throwaway line about the director of Alien Resurrection.

We've had threads before where people have nominated their favourite
bits of writing -  
http://www.spesh.com/danny/wireduk/ is my
prestated favourite and pretty much everything at
http://www.monkeybagel.com/ makes me laugh my tits off. 

Particularly 


[ENGINEER delivers HARDWARE and ARCHITECTURE to SYSADMIN for BUILD.]

ENGINEER: Look, I got us a monkey! Let's stick him in this bagel and
then he'll do our taxes!

SYSADMIN: A monkey will not fit in a bagel. [demonstrates]

MONKEY: Nice. Real nice. Does your mother know what you do for a living?

SYSADMIN: [whispers] Yes. She tells the neighbors I died in 1997.

MONKEY: I don't blame her.

...

SYSADMIN initiates BUILD PROCEDURE by engaging HARDWARE SUPPORT.]

SUPPORT: Do you have any experience in accountancy?

MONKEY: Eep!

SUPPORT: Yes or no?

MONKEY: Eep!

SUPPORT: I have here a straight razor and a quart of gin. I stop cutting
when the gin's all gone.

MONKEY: I used to cook the books for a defense contractor in Iowa.

SYSADMIN: You? But you're a monkey!

MONKEY: And you died in '97. You think you're the only one with a past?


from http://www.monkeybagel.com/shit.html, and the whole of
http://www.monkeybagel.com/fantasia.html


'Then she says, "I noticed that the carpet looks a little dingy in the
living room; (;) may I steam-clean it?" I say, "No, 'Beth', I cherish
every moment with you." She sighs contentedly and lays her head on my
large, firm pectoral muscles and hums the Dire Straits album Brothers in
Arms in its entirety, note-perfect, bursting quietly into song for "Walk
of Life". I love that song. I doze off. She steam-cleans the carpet
anyway.'


SEE! I did it again! I couldn't help it. Those are monster quotes.
They're too large. I should have just put the line about the Gin and the
Razor. But the lines around it are funny. But they need context. And I
couldn't run the risk that you might not read them. Yes, I am the person
that irritates you by reading out bits from their book every 2 seconds
"IF IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD I'LL READ IT WHEN YOU'VE FINISHED. SHUT THE
FUCK UP, YOU FUCK"

Sometimes it's an author that you like - you just connect with them, 
they touch a particular nerve or tickle a certains et of neurons a
certain way that's particular to you and only you. And the thousand
other fan boys, but you get my point. It's the same with songs - some
times you just click with an artist or a song. Sometimes its just the
mood sometimes it's soemthing deeper. I remember Alex posting soemthing
here a while back about a night clubbing when it all just clicked.
Tonight, god is a dj. 

Lyrics of the moment :

"He flys through the air, with the greatest of ease. That daring young
man in the blue dungarees. Struck down by the g-force of a semtex
device, he bucks like a seahorse, keels over and dies"

I had to stop myself typing in the whole song, which is "Look Mum! No
Hands" by Carter and has so many great lyric snippets that ...

just look at them here, ok?

http://www.fruity.dircon.co.uk/songs/lookmum.html

They're on Fruitbat's own web site but you really ought to listen to the
song proper because it just *works* better that way.

I reckon it's got something to do with rhythms and that, in fact, 
the whole of human existence is based around rhythms. Pity I have none
but maybe that's an advantage. I DO IT DIFFERENTLY! I AM THE HAWK! YOU
ARE THE HARES! MUHAHAHAHHAHAHAH 

Sometimes I swear I can feel the lumpiness of text. 

Parting on a synthesisia note. I played Rez the other night. It rocked.

http://www.segaweb.com/previews/ps2/rez.html