I think I accidentally created a potential new genre in the mood of my last entry: flapperpunk. It's like cyberpunk, except with much more style. And dirty jazz instead of techno. Prohibition, bathtub gin, mirror eye implants, cybered up mobsters, noisecore jitterbugging... fast times, not-so-fast cars.
Anyone who wants to run with this, feel free. At most I'd probably just do a few doodles and move on to something else.
Also, my self-bobbed hair has enough bleach in it right now to treat a full head of scapula-length hair. Hopefully I managed to get it on all the nasty black!
Anyone who wants to run with this, feel free. At most I'd probably just do a few doodles and move on to something else.
Also, my self-bobbed hair has enough bleach in it right now to treat a full head of scapula-length hair. Hopefully I managed to get it on all the nasty black!
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Date: 2003-09-28 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 09:57 pm (UTC)Cyberpunk was pretty damn cool when it was new, before everyone jumped on the bandwagon. It brought a lot of life back into science fiction, which was getting pretty ossified back then.
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Date: 2003-09-28 10:12 pm (UTC)Awww, they're so cute when they glow all orangey-metallic like that, but they're probably toxic.
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Date: 2003-09-29 08:42 pm (UTC)Or else this is just the Day Cyberpunk Died, +- 5 days.
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Date: 2003-09-30 05:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 09:57 pm (UTC)OK, so basically, we have everything from around 1837 to 1959 covered. That leaves eighteen years until Never Mind the Bollocks and Ramones Leave Home and the advent of real punk. What are we gonna do to futurize those other eighteen years? :)
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Date: 2003-09-28 10:02 pm (UTC)No... it just diesn't work. Punk was a reaction to all the syrupy happy art-wankery of the hippie lovefests seeping through all of culture in the 70s.
glittering butthole rotating in hyperspace
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Date: 2003-09-28 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 10:23 pm (UTC)*cackle* You must have seen a different 1970's than I did. Keep in mind, I was raised by a KSU survivor... ;) I also read way too much R. Crumb, Bob Wilson, Tom Wolfe, and Ray Mungo to have a sunny technicolor view of the 1960's and 70's!
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Date: 2003-09-28 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 11:34 pm (UTC)In other news, Generalissimo Francisco Franco is still dead.
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Date: 2003-09-29 12:05 am (UTC)I, however, try to stay as far away from pop culture as possible. I don't even think about doing this; it's just reflex.
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Date: 2003-09-29 10:33 am (UTC)February 1976.
I was in Daytona Beach for Bike Week, with my parents. This was my first time in the US.
(I was born in France, see...)
I don't think I ever recovered.
By the way, Idi Amin is dead.
Of natural causes.
Unfortunately.
Grrrrrrrrrr...
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Date: 2003-09-29 11:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 10:21 pm (UTC)I mean, for crying out loud, Lou Reed was wearing leather and singing about heroin and whores in 1968! ;) Frank Zappa was singing about the "Brain Police" and later about "the Central Scrutinizer." Steely Dan, love 'em or hate 'em, were also a nice bridge between drug-soaked hippie idealism and punk cynicism. They didn't sound very punk, sure, but they were apparently a big, big influence on William Gibson. And there was that wonderfully dark L.A. hippie culture, the one that spawned Arthur Lee's Love and Kenneth Anger and Bobby Beausoleil, and let's not forget Manson. The spirit of Gibsonesque paranoia and Sterlingesque techno-alienation was well alive in 1968. :)
Damn,
(There was a WOD MUSH called "Purple Haze" or something that took this premise, emphasizes the icky parts of the Sixties, and I regret never having gotten to play there even though I hate White Wolf as a rule.)
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Date: 2003-09-29 08:18 am (UTC)Hmm. I think I'll have a flip through the original Whole Earth Catalogue now.
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Date: 2003-09-28 10:04 pm (UTC)A long time ago, there was a group of folks on talk.bizarre who were trying to write 'The Golden Age of talk.bizarre'... a sort of jazz-age pulp hero version of ourselves.
It was working pretty well, then it, like so many things, went kerflop.
Hm.
Imagine this: a system of interconnected subterranian tunnels, with our protagonists speeding though them to unknown desitnations via motorcycles, line-steamed cars, or occasionally (in one case) on very patient foot.
Imagine a man with 144 personalities, each one with their own nature, their own meta ability. Imagine a polymath gadgeteer turned swashbuckling hero, accompanied by a black panther and the Wonderous Gizmo. Imagine the Radio Gun and the Brass Motorcycle.
I like it.
Hi.
Date: 2003-09-28 10:32 pm (UTC)Re: Hi.
Date: 2003-09-29 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 11:23 pm (UTC)I want a fake eyelash.
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Date: 2003-09-29 12:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-29 10:57 am (UTC)You must! You must!
Doesn't your roomy have it?
I would be really surprised if not.
BEST MOOG SOUNDTRAK EVAR!
(tee hee)
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Date: 2003-09-29 09:35 am (UTC)Course, in Chicago, things kinda were extermly confusing anyway, considering...
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Date: 2003-09-29 09:50 am (UTC)"Who knows what evil lurks in the hard drives of men..."
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Date: 2003-09-29 11:00 am (UTC)Buckaroo Banzai did Doc Savage for the '80s, so I guess it's time for a new version of it.
You know, deep down, I don't wanna wear oversized t-shirts and pants and all that gangsta crap.
I wanna wear zoot suits and '20s gangster suits!
I wanna bump Cab Calloway on my boomin' system!
I wanna be a big band palooka!
And I want a Thompson submachinegun...
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Date: 2003-10-01 12:52 am (UTC)just to be pedantic...
Date: 2003-11-16 02:00 pm (UTC)Of course, the yin-and-yang of antiestablishment consciousness expansion is well in line with Zappa and Beefheart, while almost completely sublimated in America's
pleasure prisonsPLUR raving...