lonelygirl15 revealed as fake.
'Harm's Way'
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Wonderland bread?
Pfft whatever. My Steve Earle, Townes van Zandt, Dylan and Regina Spektor show I rock with the big guns.
Tom, I saw that this morning; I don't know that it's conclusive, but it is pretty interesting, especially seeing as I didn't know about it until I saw the link on MeFi. Either way, it's a clever string of marketing. It reminds me of the plot of a book I read in April, where these random film clips were being leaked anonymously onto the internet, and an entire messageboard subculture arose to discuss the clips and in what order they were and who made them...I almost think the focus on the community that is created around this media, or these various types of media, is more interesting than the media itself.
It reminds me of the plot of a book I read in April, where these random film clips were being leaked anonymously onto the internet, and an entire messageboard subculture arose to discuss the clips and in what order they were and who made them...
Pattern Recognition? Bless Gibson - he got it right. IMNSHO.
It reminds me of the plot of a book I read in April, where these random film clips were being leaked anonymously onto the internet,
William Gibson's Pattern Recognition
Yeah, that was one of the better depictions of online society I've come across. No real surprise, I guess.
For Venture Bros. fans:
At this weekend's Dragon*Con in Atlanta, Venture Bros. creators Jackson Publick and Doc Hammer were greeted with many fans in costumes of the Monarch, Dr. Girlfriend, Dr. Orpheus, Hank, Dean, Triana and the Henchmen. The only costumed-fan who seemed unhappy to meet them was a worker at Dragon*Con who was the only person dressed as Dr. Venture.
The fan, apparently either deeply in character or unaware that he was actually speaking to the creators of the show, seemed irritated with requests for photos from Jackson and Doc. According to sources at Williams Street, the fan, who went so far as to shave his head and dye his beard, snapped at the creators, saying they were "a waste of my time," and that he had "work to do." When Jackson and Doc asked if they could perform a, "Go, Team Venture" with Dr. Venture, the fan shot back that the act was "beneath Dr. Venture" and that "he would never do anything like that."
Dana Swanson, who was present for the whole sordid affair said, " I'll tell you this...it was pretty much hilarious.
"What's that, and where did you get it?" was the reaction spawned by this colossus as I walked along the upper level at Toyota Park, the Chicago Fire's new home stadium in Bridgeview. Truth to tell, I would have asked, too, had I seen this $5 monster, which is: big chip-shaped pieces of a sort of cinnamon flatbread smothered with ice cream and topped with whipped cream, chocolate sauce and a cherry. The black dish in which it comes is about 6-by-6 inches. You also get a spoon and the best wishes of the person who sells it to you.
It brims with adequacy. The soft-serve ice cream isn't the best, the cinnamon crisps tend to wilt as they get soggy, and when it's warm the whole thing becomes this disgusting sort of soup. Would I do it again? Yes, just because walking along carrying one is like being part of a circus parade. Would I eat one again? No.
Yeah, that was one of the better depictions of online society I've come across. No real surprise, I guess.
Yes! Loved that book. For that as well as the description of Camden Market, which was right on the money as well.
Yes! Loved that book. For that as well as the description of Camden Market, which was right on the money as well.
Also his description of jetlag, which is exactly what I thought about it before I even knew I thought that about it.
I believe I'm becoming over-invested in my computer gear. I just realized I didn't know where my flash drive was, panicked, jumped for my purse, discovered it in the depths of the purse . . . and I kissed it when I found it, with a muttered, "There you are."
Fortunately, I did not stroke it lovingly and whisper "My precious." But it was a near thing.