One of my favorite things about Ectomo is the ability of its constituency (that’s you, you grabby little perverts) to self-regulate. Every time I’m tempted to rebuff one of you with a biting retort, I am one-upped:

Oh come on people, this is way longer and more repetitive than it had to be. Just because its popular on youtube at the moment does not make it worth mentioning.
Are you all just that nostalgic for a Disney movie? If so, maybe it would pay to remember that they can be rented and watched at will.
And why has noone brought up the Avalanches? Frontier Psychiatrist has a terrific video, and last I checked they were the obvious kings of [good] sampling.
Even Aphex Twin’s (under some other name I think) R2D2 is alot more fun than this.

SHAME

Comment by The angriest duncan in the world — July 11, 2008 @ 2:12 pm

I agree with the angry guy. Stop enjoying the video! It’s already mainstream (youtube) and it’s made from mainstream parts, therefore not cool!
And almost 3 minutes? Come on, nobody can sit still for that long!
Now excuse me while I drink my coffee and exercise my perfect musical taste.

Comment by Teutates — July 11, 2008 @ 6:53 pm

Noise du Jour: “Alice” by Pogo [Ectomo]

SCENE: #ectomo on EFNet, also reachable through ectochat, early in the AM. Qais (Qnonymous) begins describing in details his eyebrow-dying process: no one is paying attention. Finally, the New Scum testily snaps…

Qnonymous: Nothing drives me up the fucking wall more than being ignored

Brownlee: Nic0, did you hear something?

nic0: nope?

nic0: where?

nic0: here?

Brownlee: Must have been some sort of gay technicolor sheep bleating outside.

Brownlee: JUST IGNORE IT.

nic0: OK

Qnonymous: Also being interrupted

Qnonymous: SOMETHING YOU JERKS CAN’T DO HERE

[10:57] * Florian has kicked Qnonymous from #ectomo (Qnonymous)

[10:57] * Qnonymous (~mister.sw@blah.net) has joined #ectomo

[10:57] * Qais gives channel operator status to Qnonymous

Brownlee: CHECKMATE.

Come join us in Ectochat! There’s usually a couple dozen of us alternately chatting or idling, all day, every day.

As a kid, my entire world was He-Man. His nut-brown epidermis, the hulking mountains of his bronze thighs, the sinewy musculature of his forearms, the ponderous mound of his tattered loin-cloth…. all metamorphosing from the pupal casing of that pale, effete dandy, Prince Adam. It was a reminder that even I, a wimpy four year old, could one day become a herculean Techno-Viking and maybe even fight monsters for a living and live with other buff he-men in a castle of my choosing.

That the entire toy line was a metaphor for the gay lifestyle was utterly lost on me. I filled my pads of construction paper with crayon-drawn renditions of the imaginary heroes I dreamed up to fill-out He-Man’s constabulary of beefcakes. I’m lucky I never sent any of those off to Mattel, though, because according to this letter they sent a little boy who dared to suggest an action figure to them, they immediately sealed such letters in a steel-encased sarcophagus and placed them in a bank vault capable of bearing the brunt of a direct nuclear blast.

Dear Brian:
We at Mattel really appreciate your interest in our products, however we cannot accept your idea in connection with them.
Because we cannot return it to you, what we will do with your letter is to place it in a sealed box and make sure no one else in the toy company will read it. We are sorry we must handle your suggestion this way, but lor legal reasons, we must. We hope you will enjoy our Mattel products for years to come,
Sincerely,
T. Longworth
Manager, Consumer Affairs

What does that mean? Somewhere in America there’s a huge archive filled with the names and addresses of the future’s repressed gay population, complete with attached drawings of their ideal homoerotic avatars. If Mattel ever unearths the key to this treasure box, they’re going to have a new business on their hands: systematic blackmail.

Dear He-Man [WeeMade]