I looked at this giant post about to hit Facebook and thought it might be better as a blog post. I’m working on a Play By Post site in the style of the site I once loved, and spent a while working on how to view a page that had been stored in the database. There were multiple “hard way”s to write one of the pages.
All of the code here is very simplified from what I’m trying to (except the HTML examples), and the variable names are not the same as in my real code.
The easiest way was to intermingle the programming language and the HTML/web page language at every step of the way. The PHP scripting and HTML code would be so intermingled that none of it could be easily re-used, or even understood after any time has passed. I’m not even going to write that here. It would have been a piece of script to open the database connection and connect to this “row” of data, followed by enough HTML to get to where the next piece of data is needed, followed by PHP script to retrieve that piece of data alone, followed by enough HTML to get to where the next piece of data is needed. Everything would have been horribly tangled up, and a pure nightmare to look at. Where I separate my scripting code and my HTML code by creating objects.
13 Above the Night was released in 1993 by the industrial/disco/sleazy/shock band My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult. It was the album released after Sexplosion!, which features their best known song: Sex On Wheelz. The follow-up album might have caught a number of new fans unaware.
Two asides about Sexplosion! First, it was the last Thrill Kill Kult album I bought to fill my collection somewhere around 1997 / 1998. A Crome for All Seasons was their new release at the time. Second, if you enjoyed Sexplosion! then you should try to listen to The Filthiest Show in Town. The two albums are almost companions
So, why has 13 Above the Night been so enduring and appealing to me for eighteen years? One possibility is a muted theme: the wish to be where we belong.
From the start, this is plainly a darker album than Sexplosion. The title is a clue. The album cover, a nebula, a pentacle, and the number 13, is a slap in the face. Of all the symbols, the nebula is the most interesting to me today.
Right now it seems you can’t go to any community online without this combination of things happening.
A community exists for a common cause, typically recreational. A segment of partisans on any issue, related or not, link from the relaxed community to highly focused blogs with a political cause in mind. Suddenly, anyone who disagrees with the blogger and similar pundits is labeled with certain negative traits. Even if the person disagrees on accident. Buzzwords and catchphrases and, honestly, “memes” in their true sense instead of the LOLCats sense get shouted on one angry blog to the next to the next. Then, these bitter memes end up crammed into the entire community of people. who were maybe just there to talk about how long that bottle of nutmeg stays good on a spice rack. Maybe it’s time to buy fresh nutmeg. MAYBE YOU’RE BUYING NUTMEG AT A STORE THAT SUPPORTS A PUNDIT BLOGGER’S NEMESIS, YOU INHUMAN ROTTEN SCUM!
I have always loved watching Matthew Lillard act. Even before I knew anything about the acting side of acting, I latched onto just how honest he was. He wasn’t acting for a screen or for camera, but acting with something a lot of people don’t let us see. His characters react to sadness and horror with an honest manner. His face contorts. He is genuinely ugly. He reacts to happiness with honest silliness that is difficult for most people to admit they feel.
The stretch between New Year’s Day, my birthday in mid-Junary, and Valentine’s Day is always rough on me. Weather is gray and cold, even in Austin. Loneliness sets in. Unwarranted self-pity is too easy to come by.
My birthday in January brought a shameful new wealth of video games with it. I didn’t just receive a Playstation 3. I received about a year and a half backlog of Playstation Plus games. Playstation Plus also decided to be more valuable than ever by offering Brothers and Bioshock Infinite to their subscribers. Between Christmas, the Steam Winter Sale, and my birthday, my pile of games to play grew to include: More video games than a grown man should own.
I wear a sapphire stud earring in my left ear. There is a matching garnet stud earring in my right. There are a few reasons for this.
I was performing magic in the Hell and Back Cabaret. I had already been wanting to pierce my right ear. My left had been pierced for just over twenty years, and a test with an old zirconium stud let me know it had not grown over. So, I pierced the right ear and wore matching silver starter studs to perform for the cabaret.
Incidentally, I have performed with a cabaret show.
I remembered to bring my reusable fabric bag into the H.E.B. Grocery Store on Monday. It turned out, I needed two of them. I only brought one. One dollar at a time adds up.
Austin no longer allows the use of plastic bags to carry groceries to the car. That does not even remotely mean plastic bags are illegal. Only the kind of plastic bag that helps you carry your other plastic bags is been outlawed.
This represents my breakfast, lunch, and assorted needs in the office for the next 5 work days, if not more.
Sunday night was the last show of the third “season” of Thinning the Herd. I have been to all but their very first show. In the very first season. (I WAS outside the theater, waiting for the first Rubber Room to start.)
The cast asked me to play a brief game with them. The theater owner, Tom Booker, asked me how much I’ve lost playing at home. Tom was the “winner” of the first season. He has been in Thinning the Herd all three seasons. I was on stage with an audience watching. You don’t really get to say “no” or clam up when doing this kind of thing.