If nothing else, watch the last video

Recently, I waxed and buffed my metallic casing to a pristine shine and applied a healthy dose of WD40 to my joints. My synapses began to spark and shudder with the harmony and rhythm of electric current. My neon lights began to blink and I began to sway. Why, you may ask, would a handsome young robot of sound technological mind and metal body suddenly feel overcome with the desire to dance? One word, six syllables: DisMotherFuckingCo. Disco? Yes. Fucking Disco.

What may have caused this sudden desire to go all Travolta? Well I've been listening to a fair amount of Hercules and Love Affair. Not to mention the James Murphy FabricLive where he just mixes disco. On that note here is the Hercules video for "Blind," which is just the right amount of weird.



So, now that I've infected you with the disco bug. Here's a quick lesson:



I've got big plans to purchase a white polyester bell bottom suit to cover my aluminum shell and top it all off with a $12 gold chain and some chest hair spray painted on my upper torso. Then and only then will I feel complete. I do not want to save starving children, or cure AIDS or cancer, I do not care if the war in Iraq rages on or comes to a swift close, I don't give a fuck about the economy. All that I want in this world is to hear that funk blare from high powered speakers while the dance floor flashes neon green and pink beneath my feet. I just want to DISCO!

And with that:



I have no idea