Friday, April 18, 2025

That's What I Call Top One Hundred Greatest Jazzrock Iconic Classics You Must Hear Before You Die Of All Time - Ranked! Dept.

Elegant, sophisticated, beautiful - but enough about me!

 

In what is certain to become a much-loved regliar FoamFeature™, we ax celebrity FaceTik® influencers and TubeTweet™ unboxers to introduce wupes share their favorite jazzrock album! To get this series off to a "dope" start, here's P'Tui Klikbyte [below left - Ed.] with her wupes their very special choice of our-type musical innertainmink!


Enough shit on my head yet?
 





P'TK
[nasal whine with vocal fry] Hi guys! Wassup! I'm, like, literally, stoked -

[transmission interference, signal lost - Ed.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

There seems to be a problem wupes issue with the video clip wupes footage content, so here's ihatemyselfandiwantodie666 [below left - Ed.] to keep it slay!


Enough shit on my head yet?
 

 

 

i [nasal whine with upspeaking] So I'm like in a bad place right now? Aaaannnd I just like wanted to share what it's like? To be a nonbinary ADHD trans kelp mentor into consensual self-harm and -

[DNS attack, signal lost - Ed.]

 

 

 

 

 

It's a damn shame that technical problems wupes issues prevented the Young Generation from adding their valuable insight to this forum! So here's my authoritative critical take on this unfeasibly swell long-playing LP album!

It's a jazzrock truism that - 

[ISP account expired, signal lost - Ed.]

 

 

 

Sunday, April 13, 2025

Perfect Tens Dept. - Bert Jansch's Rosemary Lane


Some albums just seem primal, somehow, like they're in a perfect space at a perfect time forever. Rosemary Lane is a New Forest root, a crow over a grey sea, a spark in the kindling. Hunker down ... this music will get you through.

 

 

 

Friday, April 11, 2025

John Zorn Dept. - Back Catalog "To Build Stairway To Pluto"

John Zorn cosplaying Kreemé in a Pluto mask, inspecting CD Space Ladder components, yesterday (and if you ever read a more stupider caption than that in your entire life, I want to hear about it).

You'll know genre-challenging avant-garde jazz fusion musician John Zorn [below left - Ed.] for his prodigiously incontinent flow of new albums (currently eighteen a day, rounded down), but did you know there's a bold science initiative inspiring it? Zorn waxed loquacious during a recent visit to th' IoF©! We relaxed poolside whilst [grammar - Ed.] Kreemé served her signature nose sebum and hot dog water smoothies.

John Zorn, yesterday
 

FT3 Heyyy! Th' Zornster! Lookin' good! 

JZ [checking levels on digital recorder] You have, like, three minutes? I have an album to record. 

FT3 Tell us anent your latest album!

JZ Huh? It's the same as all the others, I guess. I ain't listened to it yet.

FT3 You haven't heard it?

JZ Who has the time? I don't even listen while I'm recording, I'm thinking about the next one already. Just another shiny step to Pluto!

FT3 Tell us anent your bold planetary travel initiative!

JZ Gazillions of John Zorn CDs will be fused together using nano technology to construct a Space Ladder™ between my lovely home in Leafhaven Falls, VT, to the mysterious Ninth Planet! Where I hope to record an album with its alien lifeform, the talking dog after which the planet is named!

FT3 Uh ... that's Goofy? Goofy is the talking dog.

JZ [silence]

FT3 Pluto was like, Goofy's pet or something. 

JZ Fuck you and your negativity, man. If Columbus had listened to you mankind would never have discovered the Loch Ness Monster. Now, if you'll excuse me? Testing, testing ...

 

This post funded in part by your health insurance premiums - joke's on you, suckers!


Thursday, April 10, 2025

Return Of Randy Randomguy's Restroom O' Randomness! Dept.

Those with a tendency to suffer epileptic fits may want avoid looking at the above Foam-O-Graph© [above - Ed.]

Older readers may remember Randy Randomguy™, th' IoF© Randomness Representative. Then again, older readers may not have clue one what I'm talking about. Back in the days when th' IoF© was funny, Randy would show up randomly to ask you to list the first five, or ten, or seven and a half, tunes to appear on your device in shuffle mode. It was a rousing success, encouraging engagement and proving harmless amusement for maybe like oh I don't know, not very many, who's counting?

So I thought we'd see if there are enough of youse bums left to make this a worthwhile initiative. Oboy! Some fun, huh, gang?!

 

This post made possible thru basically not having much else to do now I fed the dogs.

Wednesday, April 9, 2025

Personal Hygiene Dept. - Hey! America! You Got A Dirty Stinkin' Ass!


Try this simple test at home! Not in public!

- Insert finger between ass cheeks, rub tip against sphincter. Withdraw. (If you find the idea repellent, ask someone to do it for you).

- Raise finger to nose, inhale.

- Hmm. How much do you spend on toilet paper? For this?


You, right now. Yeesh.
I haven't used toilet paper for years, because I live in a civilised country where body odor of any kind is rightly considered worse than bad manners - it's an affront. Like most Thais, I clean my ass with water, using a bum gun. But before we get into that, consider this:

You traipse dog shit into the house, right into the carpet. Uh oh! What do you do? Give it a rub with a Kleenex and walk away, job done? I should hope not, goddammit. No, you get a cleaning product and some water and a brush and you scrub until the stain (and the stink) is gone. Tsk. Be more careful next time, and leave your shitty shoes outside (that's something else - we don't wear shoes in our homes here, because they're dirty from the street, duh).

So why do you think that rubbing a wad of paper into your butt cleft is going to clean it? Because you don't look down there, and don't care that much, because you're a disgusting slob. The paper looks clean after a couple of yards (and you do look at that, I guess - yeeuch!), but you still have shit clinging up there, and the hairier your ass the shittier it is. You may think it's natural and earthy, but it's just repulsive. Also, dry-rubbing your ass is cruel and unusual treatment leading to anal fissures and general soreness.

Sniff my butt. You know you want to.
The middle-class æsthete [left - Ed.] installs a bidet, because it's French and sophisticated, but this only solves the problem within the scented bower of their converted loft space, and it's plumbing overkill. Also, you have to waddle over there with your pants round your ankles and adjust the taps and I'm guessing US bidet users also wipe their asses with toilet paper anyway (*eyeroll emoji*).

Fooey on this disgusting, uncivilised behavior! Toilet paper manufacture and distribution and disposal is a huuuuuge ecological problem in itself, not the answer to any problem. And you don't need it, and it doesn't even work.

What to do? Install a bum gun. You'll need to plumb in an extra faucet (tap, spigot) where the water comes through the wall into the toilet tank. You attach the bum gun hose to this tap (faucet, spigot), hang the bum pistol on the hook supplied (which you'll need to attach to the wall), close at hand.

Bum guns are cheap out here (nearly everything is) and available from any supermarket or hardware store. You'll have to order online, because USA (*shudder*).

How to use? After voiding your bowels, reach back for your trusty bum gun. Leaning forward, aim it right up at your hairy old sphincter and pull the trigger. Feel the cool, cleansing effect of the water! It's such a pleasant experience, you might want to prolong it, but a few seconds is enough. How to dry? Use a hand towel you keep for the purpose. You don't have to scrub it right up there, just pat your flabby old cheeks dry while you're standing. And that's it. Used regularly as part of your bathroom regime, your ass will be as clean as a Swiss franc in a snowdrift. Test it, using the method detailed at the beginning of this piece! It will smell of nothing. Your ass will be grateful you stopped scrubbing it with low-grade pulp and synthetic product. It will not itch. And - no special chemical sprays or gels required.

America, you need to clean house. Start with your own ass.

Further reading: https://environmentamerica.org/washington/center/articles/the-real-problem-with-toilet-paper-where-it-comes-from/

"Americans are the world’s leader in toilet paper consumption. The average American uses over 140 rolls – that’s 28 pounds. Americans, just 4 percent of the world’s population, are responsible for 20 percent of global toilet paper consumption. And most of our toilet paper is made from virgin softwood pulp, with zero recycled paper content. In the $9.4 billion U.S. toilet paper market,  recycled products make up a paltry $161 million, or less than 2 percent."

Paper may cost around a buck per roll, so that's 140 bucks down the toilet every year, per random average American. Buying and installing a bum gun will cost about twenty bucks, add another couple for the faucet fixture. It's not rocket science plumbing one in. There's no reason for Mr. and Mrs. America not to have one. No reason at all for them to put up with all this shit.