Atari Homma's picture

überbabes, unite

This is the sort-of-secret internet headquarters for the worldwide überbabe army, both earthly and interdimensional.* Or to put it another way, “überbabes, unite!” I think we said that already.

You can:

  • create and manage your überbabe persona
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Uberbabe Front Page
 
You can also access the official gospels of überbabe, otherwise known as the lost memory of everything [or something]. Or you can create the gospels of überbabe, according to you.

What is an überbabe? Study this for a few simple rules. (Yo, dirty old man with the Budweiser beer pants – an überbabe isn’t you.)

*The super secret überbabe lair, accessible via the Disco Platform Starship, is only visible at twilight, or when Earl the Floating Afro appears in your head and says “listen to the disco ball”. Word. To the lover-brother.

ladyuberbabe's picture

unknown forces eat memory and uberbabes

uberbabes, in the annals of uberbabe, may 2007 to september 2007 of unite.uberbabe.com no longer exists. it has vanished. it has jetteth'd. it has gone. all postings and profile changes made during this time have gone to the otherworld, in circumstances somewhat perplexing to us. suffice it to say that we are investigating what unknown forces have inappropriately consumed such a large chunk of our data, and our uberbabes. sweet mother of mothers, sharp justice will prevail. yours, lisa voldeng, the lady uberbabe
obi-nine's picture

the land to be conquered

Our mission looms before us...the land to be conquered

A Good Guy

Goodbye Numark


It's a Sad Day, when you Say Good Bye to your Numark Mixer.

Goodbye, Numark!

The fear is real; the doctor is sick


My human has a friend that sends her photos and drawings of herself, with split lips and black eyes. Her cat gets in accidents too.
WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN, COURTNEY?

She slides out of a launderette.
No, wait. She struts out of a café.

Check that. She stumbles out of a bus.
Or not. She steps out of a bank.

Too dull. She stirs out of a dream.
That sucks. She slips out of a clinic.

The washer is old; the smoke is thick.
The transit is slow; the credit is wrecked.

Attention

Manufactured Landscapes

Have you seen the movie, Manufactured Landscapes?

Running the Numbers, An American Self Portrait


"This new series looks at contemporary American culture through the austere lens of statistics. Each image portrays a specific quantity of something: fifteen million sheets of office paper (five minutes of paper use); 106,000 aluminum cans (thirty seconds of can consumption) and so on."

The Infinite Cat Project


Yesterday, when I left the house to deliver a message around 9 am, my human had already been glued to her computer for almost an hour. When I came home, around 6 pm, guess who was still at the computer, still looking at The Infinite Cat Project?