DAN MCGLAUGHLIN

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Saturday, December 18, 2010

My Dinner with Andre








ANDRE: Okay! Yes! We're bored! We're all bored now! But has it ever occurred to you, Wally, that the process that creates this boredom that we see in the world now may very well be a self-perpetuating, unconscious form of brain-washing, created by a world totalitarian government based on money? And that all of this is much more dangerous than one thinks? And it's not just a question of individual survival, Wally, but that somebody who's bored is asleep, and somebody who's asleep will not say "no"? See, I keep meeting these people, I mean, uh, just a few days ago I met this man whom I greatly admire, he's a Swedish physicist, Gustav Björnstrand? And he told me that he no longer watches television, he doesn't read newspapers and he doesn't read magazines. He's completely cut them out of his life, because he really does feel that we're living in some kind of Orwellian nightmare now, and that everything that you hear now contributes to turning you into a robot!


You see, actually, for two or three years now Chiquita and I have had this very unpleasant feeling that we really should get out. No, we really should feel like Jews in Germany in the late thirties? Get out of here! Of course, the problem is where to go, 'cause it seems quite obvious that the whole world is going in the same direction. You see, I think it's quite possible that the nineteen-sixties represented the last burst of the human being before he was extinguished. And that this is the beginning of the rest of the future now, and that from now on there'll simply be all these robots walking around, feeling nothing, thinking nothing. And there'll be nobody left almost to remind them that there once was a species called a human being, with feelings and thoughts. And that history and memory are right now being erased, and soon nobody will really remember that life existed on the planet!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Whiskey Nerd Manifesto by Shawn Elliot

The bottom of my computer desk feels like braille to the finger--a cave ceiling, stalactites and such, but all boogers.
I stick em there while waiting for maps to load and while watching cutscenes, so blame the game, not the player.

I swish my legs through Taco Bell wrappers, leg high, and some stick to my soles like toilet tissue on a shoe.
I suppose I have myself to blame for that, however, hygiene's never been my strong suit.

There's not a dish in sight, though, and that being because while I can ratatou a ratatouille and souffle a souffle like nobody's business—all with limp-wristed Wiimote gestures--I can't actually cook.
I take out and order in.
Damn it, I need a USB powered hot pocket heater. Slash-pizza ain't a punchline, it's a lifeline.
Throw me a chicken bone here, as long as there's meat left on it. And don't go feedin' em to the dog: they splinter and the sharp ends hurt something fierce on the outbound and damn it, I don't need the howling in the background as I talk to buddies in Teamspeak.

In the future scientists will prove my Zboard made me 16.2 percent faster. It's luxury it's lightning it's been signed by Fatality. In pizza grease no less. Problem is its a Guild Wars Zboard brand Zboard so when I press the cast spell key I throw a grenade or hit a handbrake or throw a Hail Mary pass or make some other hot shit move that isn't casting a spell.

And I type on it, I'm typing this on it. And I know that when I press “items” then “mini map” then “skills” it comes out F T W and that way the message board champions know I'm a message board champion, too. I script whole words to single keystrokes. I hit “call target” and it comes out “confirmed”. With those four keys alone I can pretty much contribute to any conversation you can have. That is unless you're a lady.

If your FPS screenname is Princess PMS you better believe I'm asking A S L (no hot key makes me hotter). I might not know you but I already love you. Let me buy you nachos bel grande, baby. Or better yet, a 7 layer crunchwrap supreme and baja blast. We'll attack it from either end until our mouths meet in the middle like Lady and the Tramp only remade for today's brandscape. Living the good life of El Presidente. Make it mild or hot or fire, no matter to me. We'll lay in the wrappers and make snow angels maybe.
Just don't look up at the bottom of my computer desk.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Touch the Bad

Here's a nifty game on the [adult swim] website called Haunt the House.
It's fun, try it.

And I have to admit that I'm looking forward to this.
wut wut.

lastly, check out my new favorite artist "4 Poundz"
I can be your email, you can be my ice cream girl.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Half Baked Mess

sup. these are songs that aren't really songs. i guess in theological terms you could say it's a coincidence of opposites.

they're really rough, the quality is bad, most of them don't have lyrics, and they tend to repeat.
I'm working on putting some new shit, some better shit together, in the meantime here's some plain old shit.

this is really a half baked mess.

Me and Mario

Get ready for a show about an idiot college student and a magical dragon.

Seriously.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Pods of Speech #7: Philadelphia Theater

Pods of Speech #7: Philadelphia Theater


This week I talk with actress Grace Gonglewski and Actor/Radio Host Chris Morse about the Philadelphia Theater scene.


Grace will be appearing at the Pennsylvania Shakespeare Festival this summer.

Chris hosts REP Radio.


More information about Rep Radio can be found at www.repradio.org

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Pods of Speech #6: Comic Books

Pods of Speech #6: Comic Books

This week we take a look at the uniquely american literary tradition known as comic books.

I discuss the history of Comic Books and speak with Anthony Casaldi of Comics and More in the Plymouth Meeting Mall and Eric Loyack of Brave New Worlds in Willow Grove.


More information about Brave New Worlds and Comics and More can be found at:


http://www.kingofprussia.com/comicsandmore/


and


http://bravenewworldscomics.com/

Monday, April 26, 2010

Pods of Speech #5: Poetry

Pods of Speech #5: Poetry
This week we talk to some poets and authors about the aesthetic literary art known as Poetry.
I talk to some members of the RLPA or The Roxborough Lyric Poetry Association.
You can find out more about the RLPA here.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Pods of Speech #4: "Guitars & Guitarists"


This week we talk about Guitars with the Guitarists that play them. We also ask the question "What is it about the Guitar that fascinates us so much?" For more information about the bands and people that are featured on this episode, just follow the links below.

Dan Kelly
www.myspace.com/thetelluriccurrents

Surgeon
SurgeonMusic.com

Dan McGlaughlin
www.myspace.com/danmcglaughlin
podsofspeech@gmail.com

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Pods of Speech #3 - "Video Games"

This week we take a look at some old school games with some old friends.

It's all here.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Pods of Speech #3 - "Video Games" Discography

ARTIST - ALBUM

Brad Smith/Pink Floyd - Moon 8
Carl Sagan's Ghost - At The End of It All
Cornbeast - Chip Hero
Da Chip - The music of Daft Punk revisted on vintage Game Systems
glomag - Roland and Lamprey
IAYD - SuperGalactic
minusbaby - Left
pornophonique - 8-bit lagerfeuer
Receptors - USER Deluxe
Simon Curtis - 8Bit Heart
Super Barrio Bros. - Super Barrio Bros.
Western Homes - Are Empty
8 Bit Weapon - Reset Generation Soundtrack
8bM - Nintendo Remixes

All albums are available for free at Synthtopia and 8bitpeoples

Happy Listening.




Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Monday, April 5, 2010

Pods of Speech #2 - "Philosophy"

Pods of Speech #2 - "Philosophy"

This week we ask the question: What is Philosophy and Why does it Matter?
This program includes special guest interviews, including an extended segment with authors and researchers Paul and Phillip Collins.

The Collins brothers are the authors of "The Ascendancy of the Scientific Dictatorship"
The book is available at Amazon.com

Radical Empiricism. Anthropocentric Soteriology. Sociopolitical Utopianism.


Sunday, April 4, 2010

in my, but

for fun:
take any movie title.
add the phrase "in my butt"
switch, repeat.

for example:

Grease in my butt.
Jaws in my butt.
Psycho in my butt.
Shaft in my butt.
Wonderland in my butt.
HEAT in my butt.
Always in my butt.

email me some good ones:
podsofspeech@gmail.com


Thursday, March 25, 2010

In response to your emails

yes, Gcast is done.
no, I haven't posted anything on Podbean or Podomatic yet.
no, the old Podcasts aren't available anymore, I don't know what happened to them.
yes, I do plan on posting things in the near future.
check back on Monday March 29th.
I'm really trying to have it ready by then, the run time is already over an hour and a half.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Pods of Speech, Star Wars Fans.

Hello everyone, I hope that you've been doing well since the start of 2010. 

How about all of this snow. 

If you live in the Philadelphia region then you know what the fuck I'm talking about. You know the beginning of Empire Strikes Back when the Rebels are on the ice planet Hoth and Luke's Tauntaun gets killed by that ice monster and Han and Leia and C-3PO and R2-D2 are in the hangar and growing increasingly worried because Luke is missing and C-3PO says "R2 says that the chances of survival are 725 to 1" because it's so cold outside. It's been like that here.

Moving on.

I found a new podcast hosting site here

and as soon as I figure it out, I'll be posting again.
I'm thinking about a new format too.

anyway.

Talk to you soon.





Friday, February 19, 2010

Indy City

Snuggle up to the fire with some free Indy Games.

It's like undead flora and fauna crack.

8-Bit Indiana Jones

Explore Deep Space. Save your crew. Defy Gravity. Collect unemployment.

Use the mouse, blah blah blah.

Press X or C to begin your daring escape.

Designation: Nemesis. Captain: Forever.

Baudrillard, eat your heart out.

"Always I want to be with you. And Make Believe with you."

if you haven't played this you suck

welcome to Mars, collect your crystals

come to the international house of horrors!

shoot stuff

her father is Ares, she has a magical girdle and she apparently rides a horse

also know as your cubicle, wokka wokka.

you are a fish, you have a face

every robots dream, sorry Phil Dick, it's not electric sheep.



Monday, January 4, 2010

10 Poems in 10 Minutes.

1
DreamSong #46 (Driving home from North Carolina)

the road is chewed up like a #2 pencil that that girl from gradeschool with pigtails always had in her mouth.
the sound of passing Peterbilts and tires turns my thoughts into the color of sleet and I start thinking about the Sherlock Holmes trailer from the T.V. at the bar the night before. 
Why is he bare-chested bare knuckle boxing?
King Henry VIII fought the ninjas at the Battle of Waterloo and married Jamie Lee Curtis.
There's something sad about things.
That Girl with pigtails was always so nervous.

2
Bottles

i was told once that beer bottles have colored glass because direct sunlight would ruin the beer.
sounds like bullshit. 
like losing weight while you sleep, or the Roswell alien treaty, the Mayan long-count calender, alligators in the sewer 
- seeing things through a colored bottle. 
Miller High Life is in a clear bottle, maybe that's why it tastes like piss.

3
Hat Music

I'm naming my album "Hat Music"
It doesn't exist. There's no such thing. It doesn't remind you of anything.
You ask for more details, you say things like
"Is the hat playing the music? Like in a band of other hats?" or 
"Are you playing songs and singing to your hat? It's so fucking stupid, it's the stupidest title I have ever heard."
It's the stupidest title and now you're pretty sure I'm the stupidest person ever.
I say "Ok"
Good, now we can stop talking.

4
Barack Obama

i don't know where he stands on things.
and i don't care.
i like how he doesn't wear a tie all of the time. at the podium, grinning like the charming fucker that he is.
i read that he smokes sometimes too.
"Where's the President?"
"He's catching a smoke."
"Cool."
I'm gonna go see if I can bum one.

5
Poem #5

Let's get real.
Did Wordsworth try to write something pretty? I bet he did. That's what he was trying for.
He didn't write about pissing his name in cursive on the wall and raising his fist in the air, cackling like a madman "Wordsworth will feel your blood on his hands tonight!"
Nope.
He wrote a few lines about something else.
And the words are as nice as a snootfull from a potpourri basket.
They make a satisfying snap like the buttons on a starter jacket.
I had a Chicago Bulls starter jacket that only had buttons. 
The wind would whistle in through the slits and slap my chest like a cold willow switch.

6
A Dream I had on New Year's Eve

There are three temples.
Each with their own light.
The first temple has bright light but you will die if you stand in this temple.
This temple is for no one.
People go in and die.
The second temple has the right light but you must stand at a certain angle.
You really can't lean forwards or backwards, you'll get plunged into darkness and it's very hard to get your bearings back. 
You can however live your whole life in this temple.
The thirds temple has all of the light. 
People go in and out all the time.
Look at the stainedglass.
Buy souvenirs. 

7
My friend said to me "Dan, I'm not selling out, I'm buying in." I didn't quite know how he felt about what he just said so I said "Nice, man. I never heard it put quite like that...Do you want another beer?"
He did.

8
I don't know HOW
my older brothers have houses, families, and things like that.
I've cracked under laundry.

9
The Christmas tree came down today. I guess that means it's game time.

10
My Answer to Tinturn Abbey

I peed my name in cursive in the snow on the blue ridge mountains. It was my mountain.
The wind snapped my bare hands like a cold willow switch.
I sat in the halo of my computer screen and flickering light would cast small amber phantasms on the wall through the prism of a colored beer bottle.
I made my words dance like a drunk in a tux and white gyms socks on a shiny dance floor at somebody's wedding.
I sang songs to my hat and old starter jacket.
I ran out of smokes while watching youtube videos of the president.
I thumbed through old literary anthologies and started to feel sorry for myself.
Depression would creep in through the slits because I didn't have a zipper.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

New Years Asheville

What's up guys?!
Happy New Years blah blah blah.

I'm in Asheville right now, and I've got an 11 hour drive in front of me.

We went to see Larry Keel and Natural Bridge at the Grey Eagle again.
It was pretty sweet.
John met a Sarah Lawrence graduate.
I talked to an old smelly hippy.
Good times were had.
I lost my voice.

In the meantime check this out.

I can't believe it's been a year.

In 2010 I'm gonna do a fucking handplant on the edge of the goddamn grand canyon people.

Oh, and we won 10 bucks in quizzo last night. Here's the question that took us from 7th place to 2nd place.

Q: Can you put the following Kurt Russell films in chronological order, in terms of release date.

Tango and Cash
Stargate
Tombstone
3000 Miles to Graceland

Good Luck!