The time has come. You know what you have to do.
Satan destroys you, but Jesus puts you in a bowl and smokes you.
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“Oops, I Restated it Again”
An equally fascinating and amusing explanation of fugue, in course of which a notorious bit of pop pap has its finest hour. I still have no idea who Danny Pi is, but I like him already.
“A musical nightmare from the Heart of Whiteness.”
When you have been bad — when you have been very bad — and need to punish yourself, try sitting through “Mister B Natural”. Even Joel and the ‘bots can barely render it watchable.
Jesus Christ. If this is what the ’50s were like, no wonder Republicans are all fucked-up.
New Comic of the Week: Dresden Codak
The estimable Jon Rosenberg of Goats has done us, his readers, another service by pointing us at the excellent Dresden Codak.
I’m still digging my way through the archives, but my favorite so far is “Dead… and Loving It!“, which brings back memories of people and places long since past.
Joe Dan says check it out.
Inverted Pendulum
It’s just a box, on rails, controlled by some clever software. So why are this little machine’s tireless efforts to keep its weight aloft so endearing?
Eggplant is Ruined Forever
I’ve had, since adolescence, an occasional mild allergy to the stuff, which didn’t keep me from enjoying it when it was properly breaded and fried. But now, that matte purple sheen won’t ever be completely free of an undercurrent of dread.
Arbiter/Demon 2008!
Arguably three years late, but never mind that: Halo 3 will feature networked co-operative multiplayer right out of the box.
Bungie just made it that much harder for me to keep my solemn “I will not be a release-day tool” vow.
The Thousandth Landing
(With apologies to Bear McCreary, Brendan Adkins, and pretty much everyone at Bungie.)
The staff is a lashing blur, but ‘Otamee is prepared, already leaping up and back as it strikes his chestplate; the glancing blow discharges most of the weapon’s energy into the air, with the remainder just enough to carry him through his roll back into a ready, empty-handed crouch.
The armsmaster watches with a fond approval he’s careful to hide. “Well. At last you move like the heir to your birthright. Time for the next lesson.”
He tosses ‘Otamee an inactive arcstaff grip.
“You’ve learned how to take a blow.” He smiles. “Now you learn how not to have to.”
Evil is due for an ass-poking
Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising is on its way to theater screens. Soon. I didn’t get goosebumps watching the trailer or anything. (“I’m an awful liar, aren’t I, darling?”)
If just one line from the first book makes it into the script, I’ll be happy. One line. “A foolish move, friend Smith. We shall not forget.” (And if it happens, it’ll be Christopher Eccleston delivering it. Could anything be more perfect?)
And On The Other Hand, There’s Always The Direct Approach
Electric Six‘s next album, their fourth — currently slated for release on October 9th, 2007 — is titled I Shall Exterminate Everything Around Me That Restricts Me From Being the Master.
Sometimes the universe’s sense of humor worries me.