Spanxzilla:

I couldn't even come up with a title this transition was so strange.

Atmosphere, Yesterday - which is a very slick rap about how he missed his dad because he was to angry too see who he really was before he died --> Weird Al's, Phony Calls which is a parody of TLC, Chasing Waterfalls about prank calling.

Please, help. We almost existed in the same time and space as your world.

I found an old scrap book from when I was living among the humans. Three dimensions is a strange feeling, I'll have you know kiddos.

Please, help. I had everything going for me.

Please, help. I will never surrender.

Under a quarter moon is the only time that ducks and hippos fight formally.

Spanxzilla: Ads

I listen to Pandora over 40 hours a month. I'm not sure how many but it's enough that they've sicked the ads on me hardcore. Mostly I just ignore them like I do any ad but I think they have them responding to the genome's as well.

Between Britney Spear's Womanizer and N'Sync's It's Gonna Be Me they plunked in an ad for something called, The Two of Us, which is a site about how to make relationships work. I cracked up. I think the guys on the project are trying to tell you something, Justin and Britney.

Please, help. This one will bother my vintage sweetheart.

But I mean it in the sweetest way.

Please, help those who send morons to do their work for them.

I can't stand incompetence. There's nothing that bothers me more than people that are unwilling to learn because they won't apply themselves.

Spankxilla: Fuck you, Jesus.

Lol! This is great. It just went from Norman Greenbaum, Spirit in the Sky which is super cheerful and upbeat about having a friend in Jesus and how when we die he'll take us to Heaven --> Ill Nino, Te Amo, I Hate You which is grinding guitars and a guy growling "Fuck you!" as the chorus.

I don't think I've ever heard a better transistion.

Update:

Exception for after an hour of screaming guitars ending with Limp Bizkit's, Break Stuff ("give me a chainsaw, I just might skin your ass raw) --> Jim Brickman (all piano, sounds like, two words. John Tesh), If You Believe

I'm sure there's a pattern here, I just have to find it.

Spanxzilla: Kill the drag queen as a child.

So here may be possibly weirdest transition in the history of the "Chronicles of the Music Genome Project" (as this section of the blog will now be called) going from

Country Death Song (which is a slow drag song about how a man goes insane and decides to push his kid into a well) Violent Femmes --> Wig in a Box from the Hedwig soundtrack.

I don't know if you know this, Elphians, but I love Hedwig and want to play her sooo bad.

Spanxzilla: Getting left

I just noticed another genome, I think. Or it's a coincidence but my feeling is this is something that the guys at Pandora would notice

Sara Bareilles -> Love Song -> The Killers -> Mr. Brightsides -> Violent Femmes -> Please don't go.

I normally give descriptions of the songs that I'm listing but I'm pretty sure that you've heard all those songs.

Spanxzilla: Rappin'

Nothing really new to update.

I love Slick Rick!

And this found in an old medical magazine:

Please, help. My shadow shortens the closer they get.

Less and less people are being shocked by the color. It's becoming almost a daily accorance with more and more popping in each day. It's like the day we all bloom into adulthood.

Please, help they had to quarantine me when I got back home.

When I got back from the desert they had no idea what I had caught. I was shaking and stammering. Couldn't get a lick of sense out of me. I felt much better after I came out of the case, sometimes I do that just so I can have a chance to decompress.

Please, help. There are cameras everywhere.

I hear that it was the all emotion he was spreading across the walls. The cameras seem to pick that up rather well.

Please, help. Some kids aren't full of shit.

I know, it's incredibly hard to distinguish the real stuff from the bullshit. But in some way they are telling the truth even if it's analogously.

Please, help. No joke.

So I drew this one last year as a joke. And now I'm posting it in sequence. I didn't know if you're aware but time moves a lot slowly here. It's strange. From what our Elphian scientists can tell we're occupying the same space just not in the same seconds that you're there. This blog has been our only form of communication.

Please, help. They're going to Burn the Man.

http://burningman.com/index/popcount.html

This was good for 2009. It may not be current any more.