Remembering Scott, 3
From my friend, M.
Scott was almost gassed numerous times because the stove came on by itself (until I noticed that he was turning the knob with his butt every time he bent over to get the bargain-sized bottle of vodka off the bottom shelf of the refrigerator).
Clusterflockstock lll
Okay, I’ve heard from several of you, and things are starting to firm up a bit. We now have a clear choice to make. We are choosing between the last weekend of April in Texas (say, the 28th through May 1) and the first weekend of June in New York.
So, you can either vote here or email me your preference. Those of us who don’t have a strong preference should say so, because I think this will come down to trying to accommodate the people who really want to make it but find one of the options problematic.
I’m starting to get excited.
Looking forward to it.
INT. PLAY HOUSE
AMANDA, 24 is manning the front-of-house for a play, running concessions and box office simultaneously. Concessions are by donation.
Garrulous old man: What’s that, Shiraz?
Me: Why yes it is.
GOM: How much?
Me: Well, it’s by donation, so whatever you feel like.
I pour him a plastic glass.
GOM: I’m feeling generous, and you just look so pretty I can’t help it.
He hands me a ten.
Me: Well, I think that entitles you to several glasses.
GOM: I’ve got to drive, but I might come back if I’m feeling horny.
I laugh nervously.
tweet of the day
from the comments
Unlike the vagina, nature put a tight sphincter at the entrance of the anus. It’s there for a reason! I like long hugs that don’t get awkward.
costume documentary
Some quotes I’ve written down listening to the documentary footage:
Taking things out of game in game is meta-gaming. Taking things in game out of game is just being a douche bag.
Once we make the separation between self and character, that character becomes really important to you — somewhere between a person and a possession.
It’s kind of fun to get to be me.
I don’t know where it ends and I begin and vice versa, it just is.
The idea of a costume as just a costume doesn’t exist to me. It’s a utility.
You don’t have to account for that person once you get off the stage. It’s kind of fun. You can get away with a lot.
quote out of context
One explanation is this: After winning a vicarious status competition, people (predominantly men, I guess) tend to seek out pornography.
How long do animals live?
From a post at Information is Beautiful about the history of information graphics:
Then there’s ISOTYPE — the International System Of TYpographic Picture Education. It was an early infographical form, originated in the 1930s by Austrian philosopher and curator Otto Neurath “as a symbolic way of representing quantitative information via easily interpretable icons.” Again, it’s eye-popping how modern these images look. Despite being fashioned from woodcuts and hand-printing methods. Gorgeous.
(via @GKellyDesigns, via Erstwhile & dear)
Okie Noodling
There is nothing like the thrill of catching a 60-pound catfish with your bare hands, and that’s just what Oklahoma fishermen have been doing for hundreds of years. Diving into creeks, rivers and lakes in search of bank-dwelling catfish, the tradition of “noodling” originated as a Native American hunting practice, but has survived as a rural sport with a unique and colorful subculture. ‘Okie Noodling’ is a one-hour documentary which catches the excitement and sense of community that has hooked three Oklahoma families on hand fishing.
I saw this on PBS the other night, and noticed it on Amazon streaming. Keep en eye out for the guy who’s fifty-five, and tell me how old you think he is. Now, if I can find the documentary I watched with the ferret named Oreo Speedwagon.
from the spam
I really like long hugs that don’t get awkward.
assholes
It Gets Better: The Book
We started this project to talk directly to kids about no matter how much their lives may be bad right now that it does get better.
Now we’ve collected about 100 incredible stories from allies and members of the LGBT community. From the kid across the street to President Obama, these stories will provide hope to kids who may not have access to YouTube.
If you want to help get a copy of this book onto the shelf of a high school library, you can do it.
You are listening to Los Angeles
Okay. My 24/7 soundtrack. Ambient music and live LAPD police radio.
(Thank you, Mr. Ledgerwood.)
A cup of tea on the ferry
to Rothesay
headline of the day, III
Great Tits Also Have Age-Related Defects
headline of the day, II
Professor honored at halftime tossed from game for heckling
I can’t read lips because I have bad eyesight
from the comments
I saw something like this happen to a terrified 3-year-old boy at the pond in Boston’s Public Garden; the tyke had been tossing pieces of bread to a couple ducks at the edge of the pond, then more ducks came over, and then they began to climb out of the pond, and the boy started backing up, and the ducks all climbed out of the pond and began following the boy, who then turned and ran, screaming, with a look of stark terror on his face….
from the comments
Not sure I agree with your police work there, Joel. The Little People Animal Sounds Zoo and the Little People Zoo are not one and the same. This Little People world is a complex one and not something you want to simply dabble in.
Sheila, if I tell you where the giraffe goes, I’ll have to change my name again.
from the comments
Sorry–my E.A.Robinson bit is just obscure. When writers or artists are so dedicated that they go in fear of “the pram in the hallway,” as Kureishi reminds us, they sometimes succeed–but then have nobody around who can register the significance of the life spent getting there. I don’t think love is something any writer can afford to pragmatically avoid, no matter how lofty the hopes for artistic creation. Hence the image of poor Mr. Flood, celebrating his birthday alone on a hill above the town that is now alien to him, though it once was a kind of home.
from the comments
I love apostrophized monikers. Best of all is when they head obituaries. This is mostly in small-town newspapers. I am making up the given name and the surname here, but not the nickname; I remember a southern Illinois (or Wisconsin) paper publishing an obituary for one Calvin “Tightwad” Gunderson.
“It’s related to the fungus that LSD comes from,” Hughes said. “Obviously they are producing lots of interesting chemicals.”
You know those fungi that infect an ant’s nervous system, turning them into zombies for the fungus’s propagation? They found four more of them.
Of the four new species, two grow long, arrow-like spores which eject like missiles from the fungus, seeking to land on a passing ant. The other fungi propel shorter spores, which change shape in mid-air to become like boomerangs and land nearby. If these fail to land on an ant, the spores sprout stalks that can snag ants walking over them. Upon infecting the new ant, the cycle starts again.
from the comments
I know a funny non-anecdote about when bears grabbed my friends’ food in the night and they (my friends) had to walk themselves and their grumbling tummies seventeen miles back to their car and on the way they met an English documentary film crew.
Yemen
I thought language, words and all, was inherent in us. Then I remembered I had learned the word imbecile days before.
this just in
Vernon, Florida is still really fucking good.
