Author: GriddleOctopus
If you’re looking for my samples folder, it’s here.
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Fuck Provenance
To the tune of: The Durutti Column – Trust The Art Not The Artist Fuck provenance. The joy of many modern critics seems to lie in the attribution of intention to the auteur, or at least cause to the auteur, focusing on the backstory more than the object of study; the importance of something is…
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Cult Games: Minecraft
To the tune of: Guns N’ Roses – Sweet Child O’ Mine I gone and done wrote something about Minecraft: Gamers, especially PC gamers, give the impression of being more than averagely intelligent. It’s a self-selecting set – a group of people who have the desire for and capability to buy a top-end computer and…
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Stupid Human Year 2252
To the tune of: Bloodhound Gang – Your Only Friends Are Make Believe GamesMaster Kieron has persuaded Quinns, Matt Sheret and I to join a game of Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay. I’m playing a dwarven student called Grok. I’m already addicted. Stupid Human Year 2252. Dear mother, da, and family. Well, here I am in the Empire! I’m writing…
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Ask A Neuroscientist!
To the tune of: Green Day – Brain Stew My preamble: One of the few blessings of attending Oxford, save for the acquisition of an archaic process of thought, was my acquaintance with my admirable friend Dr Paul Taylor. Paul is, apart from being an awesome trumpeter, a professor of Neuroscience, with a speciality in…
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Joyce & O’Brien; Ulysses & At Swim Two Birds
To the tune of: At Swim Two Birds – Coda James Joyce’s Ulysses is an acclaimed masterpiece, one of the key works of the 20th century. Joyce himself was a peripatetic piratical genius, wandering the world dispensing wisdom and blarney in his white suit and eye-patch. Or so my English teacher told me. I think…
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