#Meat Machine

[bandcampsnoop]

10/19/24.

The first songs on Mock Media's LP "Mock Media II" have a jagged post punk sound that recalls Wire and Pere Ubu. When I read the introductory to the band, I saw that members were also in Pottery, Crack Cloud, and Painted Fruit ("Fruit Salad" is a gem of a record...apparently the band used to be Painted Fruits and ended up dropping the 's'). What I love about this release is the sharp taken about halfway through the album. Suddenly, Mock Media are a beautiful, soulful, harmonizing folk band.

Mock Media is based in Vernon, British Columbia. This LP was originally issued by Meat Machine, but is now being reissued by Mac's Record Label (Mac DeMarco's label if you didn't know).

The "independent record label group" Tin Angel Records, Meat Machine, and Unheard of Hope, have been putting out some great music lately. Listen to Cistern.

[xenomorphicdna]

Not enough signs about how much I'd like to stick my hands between the moving parts of a machine, so I did it myself

[ptr-sqloint]

knight!

[gamesdb]

Dr. Fetus' Mean Meat Machine

Help Dr. Fetus create the perfect Meat Boy clone in a unique new twist on the tile-matching puzzle genre.

[kanchanmetals]

complete solution for food processing equipment

[tridenopmoth]

These are some of my favourite models I've ever made. Plus, they're pretty fresh, I've only recently made them (well, by my standards).

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

THE WAY YOU DRAW BARNABY AS BOTH DOG AND HUMAN FORM IS SO ABJZJSKWJWKSKZKZ 😭😭😭😭💓💓💓💓💓 STILL WAITING FOR HUMAN HOWDY DESIGN :')

oh hey i actually have a lil headshot doodle of him:

[ingravinoveritas]

Michael looking quite handsome with the staff of Meat and Greek in Pontypridd.

[odinsblog]

-They're made out of meat.

Meat?

-Meat. They're made out of meat.

Meat?

-There's no doubt about it. We picked several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way through. They're completely meat.

That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?

-They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines.

So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact.

-They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines.

That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat?

-I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they're made out of meat.

Maybe they're like the Orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage.

-Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take too long. Do you have any idea the life span of meat?

Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside.

-Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads like the Weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through.

No brain?

-Oh, there is a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat!

So... what does the thinking?

-You're not understanding, are you? The brain does the thinking. The meat.

Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!?

-Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?

OMG. You're serious then? They're made out of meat?

-Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years.

So what does the meat have in mind?

-First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. The usual.

We're supposed to talk to meat?

-That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there? Anyone home?' That sort of thing.

They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?

-Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat.

I thought you just told me they used radio.

-They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat.

OMG. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?

-Officially or unofficially?

Both.

-Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in the quadrant, without prejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing.

I was hoping you would say that.

-It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?

I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say?`Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?

-Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact.

So we just pretend there's no one home in the universe?

-That's it.

Cruel, but you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you have probed? You're sure they won't remember?

-They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them.

A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream.

-And we can mark this sector unoccupied.

Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?

-Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotation ago, wants to be friendly again.

They always come around.

-And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the universe would be if one were all alone.

—THEY’RE MADE OUT OF MEAT, by Terry Bisson, 1991

[minophus]

( as king minos on the phone ) yes. mm. yes. that is right. yes i want you to build me a factory with no safety rails. i want grinders everywhere that anyone can fall into yes. yeppp. oh and do not forget the crushers that anyone can walk underneath by mistake. purpose? no. they serve no purpose. i like how they sound. mm. And make sure the employees have to walk about in this factory through glass tunnels. ... The elements? The harsh winds? Ha. They'll be fine. Build my factory

[doctorsiren]

Day 29 of Sirentober / Doctober

Technoblade / Jerma

They’re watching the FNAF movie 🤭

[eddiegettingshot]

I was already thinking things about ryan/eddie sitting like that when I watched Thursday. And now its so much worse bc that video. Anyway is buck seeing this

LITERALLY SAMEEE WAVELENGTH HELPPPP I JUST SAID THIS!!!

[18catsreading]

If you like podcasts and you like fantasy, ttrpgs, and dnd: check out worlds beyond number: the wizard the witch and the wild one. Listening to Brennan, Aabria, Erika, and Lou play and create a world and story together as a phenomenal work of art is an absolute treat.

[ptr-sqloint]

sometimes, computers are a variety of angel

[tetedurfarm]

the two lutinos FINALLY are starting to shed out their piss blankets and look like normal rabbits that clean themselves again :)

[asurrogateblog]

do you think if enough of us promised to become vegetarians we could get paul to admit to something