My Cold War
This is my “casual” ski mask. I have a very thin one that lets me easily top off my attire with a hat. The better to disguise the ski mask, in a strange way. Although wearing a ski mask is not usually an under-the-radar activity, except on a ski slope.
I did add the lipstick so I wouldn’t look so scary. On the other hand…
Forever Lazy — the adult onesie
Two Wisconsin couch potatoes hope to wedge their way onto the Snuggie’s sofa with an adult onesie.
The 26-year-old Galganski and 25-year-old Hibler have released a long-form commercial that echoes the Snuggie ads, including cheering fans wearing the item as an alternative to a blanket.
Update: The Full-Body Sweater
Are you building an actual Ark?
Yes, we are constructing a full-scale, all-wood ark based on the dimensions provided in the Bible (Genesis 6), using the long cubit, and in accordance with sound established nautical engineering practices of the era. It should become the largest timber-frame structure in the USA.
spam name
Ardelia Audria.
spam name
Wilda Fish.
Tiny Furniture
I wrote a review about Tiny Furniture, a movie I deeply believe in, and gave it an A grade. It’s so hard to write about things you love.
It seems entirely obvious to me that the reason the film feels so genuine is because it is created from the stuff of life. Details are noticed and replicated — the little fights between siblings, the awkward conversations you have with people you work with, the way you say horrible things you immediately regret — these are all stops along a well-traveled territory. Lena Dunham has directed her family in a movie about themselves, where they are playing themselves. This could be seen as taking self-documentation to an almost embarrassing level, but Dunham has done something more than navel-gaze. She has created an outstanding work that presents an entirely relatable version of one girl’s post-grad delirium.
Fire in My Belly (1987) | David Wojnarowicz (Music: Diamanda Galas)
You’ve got to sign in via YouTube or Google to view Fire in My Belly, the 1987 video by David Wojnarowicz that was yanked from a show at the Smithsonian Institution’s National Portrait Gallery this week. I urge you to do so.
On December 1 the National Portrait Gallery celebrated World AIDS Day by capitulating to the demands of the Catholic League and of conservative Republicans and removing Fire in My Belly from an important exhibition about art and sexual difference, Hide/Seek.
Rampart Range Road
Richard Feynman playing bongos
The Dungeon Master
It’s as if Sam Lipsyte followed me around when I was fourteen:
He met Marco at swim class or something. He’s nice, for the most part, and kind of dim. Wherever he goes to school, I doubt people notice him enough to bully him.
Not true of Cherninsky. He makes a habit of asking for it, though some tormentors hang back. There’s something feral and untutored about his schoolyard ways. You sense that he might take a bully’s punches to the death. He’s the kid people whisper has no mother or father at home, but of course he does, they’re just old and stopped raising him years ago, maybe when his sister drowned. He always plays a thief, and even outside of the game, when he’s just Cherninsky, he steals stuff from the stores on Main. He and the Dungeon Master are not so different, or this town hurts them the same, which is probably why they sometimes hate each other.
I just screamed like a girl
I was lying on the couch playing Scrabble with a robot when I felt a tickle on my foot. I assumed it was a cat and looked down to find a huge water bug.
I did the only plausible thing and moved to another room.
The Welsh Scot (for Phil)
Last night a Glenlivet representative in a kilt came to my table and bought everybody a round of twelve year to promote the brand. Something seemed fishy about his accent, so I asked him where he was from and he quietly admitted he was a Welshman pretending to be a Scot, apologetically declaring, “Well, at least I am not an Englishman.”
Tom Sale–Louisiana State Fair
(permission granted by Pinky’s mom)
Russian Man steps out of nearby bushes holding a portable radio playing the Twilight Zone theme
Just read it.
dear clusterflock
What do you do with batteries?
GyroSynth for iPhone 4
GyroSynth makes use of the gyroscope to measure true roll, pitch, and yaw and translates them to sound parameters like pitch, volume, modulation or filter cutoff. Thanks to phenomenal accuracy (2000 degrees), you can play melodies perfectly in tune.
I downloaded it last night and whilst testing it Jan called out from bed to ask me if the cat was being sick.
The Valley of Gwangi
I just stumbled across this on the TV. I can’t bear to sit in front of it, but, I have it on in the background. Thank god you are all here.
headline of the day
2012 Nissan GT-R officially goes 0-60 in 2.9 seconds
The 2010 Good Gift Games
The Morning News published Matthew Baldwin’s annual list of game recommendations. I was more excited about his recommendations last year, but I see a couple of games I might need to procure before the next family gathering.
That’s real cat urine.
This is my favorite commercial lately. Also, that’s the woman from the look with your special eyes contacts commercial. Also . . . well, we can talk about it after you watch the video.
Ask clusterflock
I woke up this morning to discover that one of my childhood idols followed me on Twitter. Now I’m terrified I’ll say something stupid or fanboyish and he’ll think I’m an idiot.
What do I do?
Keep Your Identity Small
Paul Graham on the blinding influence of identity.
What’s different about religion is that people don’t feel they need to have any particular expertise to have opinions about it. All they need is strongly held beliefs, and anyone can have those. No thread about Javascript will grow as fast as one about religion, because people feel they have to be over some threshold of expertise to post comments about that. But on religion everyone’s an expert.
Then it struck me: this is the problem with politics too. Politics, like religion, is a topic where there’s no threshold of expertise for expressing an opinion. All you need is strong convictions.
(via marginal revolution)
from the comments
Nelda Mardell, I remember she was pretty up-tight. We got her high one night, and she just sat and looked at the fish in Dale’s aquarium. I was doing something, and then I looked up and she was crying. Perfectly still, not a sound out of her. Just these tears all down her face.
Quote Out of Context
What can be asserted without evidence can also be dismissed without evidence.
Ask a law librarian
Man: “I need a summons.”
Librarian: “What are you trying to do?”
Man: “I’m trying to git my black Indian farmer money.”
Librarian: “Huh?”
Man: “Jus’ gimme the summons form.”
Librarian: “You get that from the constable who’s gonna serve it after you file downstairs.”
Man: “No, no, you don’t understand!” (lecturing) “A subpoena is something to make somebody give you information or documents; I need a summons to sue you – I don’t need no papers stamped or nothin’ I need a summons.”
Librarian: “I know what a summons is. That’s not the way this county does it.”
Man: “I know what I’m talking about! I’m not a layman in the law!”
Librarian: “Where are you filing?”
Man: “I don’t have to file or stamp nothin’! I just need a summons!”
Librarian: “Okay. What court are you trying to be in?”
Man: “Here, but for Oklahoma.”
Librarian: “Are you suing in Oklahoma, or are you suing in Texas?
Man: “To sue for my black Indian farmer money.”
Librarian: “I think you need to go down the street to the federal building.”
Man: “Do y’all do parking valedictation?”
