pedestrian saga

We were all about the wholesome Sunday morning entertainment here, at least until Greasy Kid Stuff on the radio somehow slid into Tone Loc and Eazy-E on the tape deck. Next thing you know, the honkies have invaded Compton.

(If Tipper Gore were here, she’d slap a parental advisory sticker on the following links, kids.) Nina Gordon does N.W.A., and The Gourds are sippin’ on Snoop Dogg’s “Gin and Juice.”

All the honkies in the house, say, “Hey!” And then go outside and play.

On an extremely bright and bitterly cold Saturday like this, there’s nothing quite like sleeping late, eating fruit pie for breakfast, and lazing around taking in the amazing pop sounds of the Internet. Ah!

So I listened to David Byrne’s February playlist again, and then I waded through my Boing Boing feed in Bloglines to find dj BC’s magical mystery mash-ups. Just finished my initial pass of The Beastles, the first album, (Can’t manage to access the latest, Let It Beast, at this point, but will try again later), and I’m blissed out especially by “Whatcha Want, Lady?” “Tripper Trouble,” and “Sure-Bla-Di Shot-Bla-Da.”

I humbly bow to dj BC’s masterful execution of a Brilliant Idea.

[Update: A few hours later, my second listen, with headphones this time, and I'm as blissed out as ever, wishing I had roller skates and a portable version of "Sure-Bla-Di Shot-Bla-Da"! Or even better, what are the chances I could get dj BC to play the Roll-A-Way?]

I’m going to make more of an effort to post my happy little discoveries here, those things that have me going all, “Man, why didn’t I think of that?” Lately I’ve just let MWDITOTs pile up in my Bloglines and annoy me. Very bad. Regular MWDITOTs on pedestriansaga? Very good. (Well, I don’t know. You tell me, dear reader.) If I could have a theme song to introduce my MWDITOTs, it would be something like “Mwuh-diddy-tot” to the tune of “Mahna Mahna.” (Thank you, Scott, for getting that song into regular rotation on my mental playlist!)

So when I moved to Oregon in November, I finally let go of my cassette tapes. Just gave ‘em away. So long, lovely, lovely Loco Live! Bloodletting and Bleach, be well! Farewell, The Wallflowers! (And those are just the ones I’ll fess up to having. With alliterative names.) But man, oh, man, why didn’t I think to knit ‘em into this? (Via The Grist List and Wired News.)

I don’t know how to knit, actually. But if I did, I’d dream of running off to join the Knitta gang of taggers. (Via wonderful Wooster Collective.) What an artistic, healthy release of those nagging unfinished projects! Or I’d totally wish I’d thought of these sick and twisted little beauties! (Via friend of Knitta.)

[Update 1/23/2006, for sake of thoroughness, following middle-of-the-night recollection]
Knitta’s tagging is so assertive. Times of introversion, when I feel like retreating inside my shell or sticking my head in the sand or spinning a cocoon or otherwise expressing angst with an animalistic metaphor… Those times call for a knitting performance like this!