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Go, Sam Raimi! Go! Apparently Spiderman 2 doesn't suck! The new game appears to be getting similarly high accolades as well.

Elektronik Supersonik (Thanks, Chuji!)
Warning(s):

• New wave rawk
• Synth guitars
• Orchestra strikes
• 80's production values
• Mullets
• Questionable accents

Date-up: The Other Michael points at the Molvania source site for the clip, which also hosts an MP3 if you're a glutton for punishment. Which I am.

Labels: music

On a dark winter night, a ghost walks the ramparts of Elsinore Castle in Denmark. Discovered first by a pair of watchmen, then by the scholar Horatio, the ghost resembles the recently deceased King Hamlet, whose brother Claudius has inherited the throne and married the king’s widow, Queen Gertrude. When Horatio and the watchmen bring Prince Hamlet, the son of Gertrude and the dead king, to see the ghost, it speaks to him, declaring ominously that it is indeed his father’s spirit, and that he was murdered by none other than Claudius. Ordering Hamlet to seek revenge on the man who usurped his throne and married his wife, the ghost disappears with the dawn. Entirely in leet (exceptional, juvenile Flash movie; I believe there are more toilet jokes and impolitic name-calling than The Bard had in the original)

The 365 Days Project has a new home. Check There are many weird things to listen to and learn there. For instance, did you know that claymation legends Davey and Goliath are mid-comeback?

Control your ship and destroy enemies. The ship is destroyed when it is hit by a bullet. The body of the enemy has no collision damage.
You can catch the enemy's broken piece. Pieces are stuck to your ship and counterattack to enemies. You can also earn the bonus score by keeping many pieces stuck. Stuck pieces are destroyed when they touch a enemy's bullet.
While holding a slow key, the ship becomes slow and the ship direction is fixed. Stuck pieces are pulled in and you can prevent a crash of them, but the bonus score reduces to one fifth. Enemy's pieces are not stuck while holding this key. (via joystiq)

(via engadget)

Mystery and Misery: Soundtrack

19 Song Soundtrack To A Movie About A Boy And A Girl Riding In A Car With The Top Down Through The Countryside And Small Town Main Streets While Looking For Places To Stop To Take Photographs And To Lay In Soft Tall Grass While Looking At The Clouds And Crawling With The Crickets But End Up Taking A Wrong Turn Only To Get Lost And Find Ways To Narrowly Escape Death And Fall In Love But Not With Eachother.

I posted about Misery and Mystery before, but I've enjoyed Bethany Curve's 4AD-ish I'm Tired Gone (mp3) enough to clarify.

Labels: music

My friends Bill and Stu are in Poxy Boggards, "a drinking group with a singing problem." They've just released their new album, Liver, Let Die, through CD Baby. It will make you want to roleplay or go to a Renaissance Faire. Or drink beer. If you already want to drink beer, it's probably unsafe to listen to it. It's probably unsafe to listen to Hey Nonny Nonny (low bitrate mp3) no matter what, though.

Labels: music

Gamespot is offering the complete soundtrack to the videogame The Chronicles of Riddick: Escape From Butcher Bay as a free download (basic/free reg. req'd). It's pretty good; the guy does a passable imitation of Hans Zimmer.

Astute readers may have already noted on the overlarge sidebar, there is now a link to an RSS Feed for my.bicycle's Comments. The RSS feed is the primary reason I'm not using Blogger's integrated Comments funtion.

Labels: administrivium, web

As much as I love Penny-Arcade, they have a long history of serious lameness in the "store" category. Seriously, hordes, HORDES of hungry fans were left trying to buy their P-A goods from something put together from chickenwire and the oddly deformed import jewelcases of Japanese PlayStation games. It looks like they've finally wised up and put up a storefront at ThinkGeek.

Antipiracy bill targets technology

The Induce Act stands for 'Inducement Devolves into Unlawful Child Exploitation Act,' a reference to Capitol Hill's frequently stated concern that file-trading networks are a source of unlawful pornography. Hatch is a conservative Mormon who has denounced pornography in the past and who suggested last year that copyright holders should be allowed to remotely destroy the computers of music pirates. (via Waxy)

Watch the Comedians: The Daily Show (Aaron Swartz: The Weblog):

The Daily Show’s staff consists mostly of comedians, not journalists. Yet they were able to give this story the coverage that, as far as I can tell, only one other news source (UPI) did. This is no one-time occurance. The Daily Show is routinely the most on-top-of-things source for news, while also being extremely entertaining. The show is far more fair and accurate than most major media and they do in-depth political analysis of the Bush administration that New York Times readers can only dream of.

The show is good, to be sure, but perhaps the more interesting question is: Why are all the other mainstream news source so unspeakably bad?

Your request for Express Transfer from your Citi account to your bank account ending in (number), has been received and is in process. This process usually takes 6-8 working hours to complete but is dependent on your account preferences. See, Change or Cancel this Transfer at: (URL) If there is a problem with your request, it may take up to one week for your bank to notify us. We will notify you immediately by email if we learn of any problems in processing your request. Yours sincerely, The Citibank Team

I look through my cards. All but one is in my wallet, with one at home safely with my passport. None of the current cards have a (number) ending). I scratch my head, go to the (URL) from the mail, making sure it doesn't have some strange address spoofing bits in it, and load it in FireFox browser in case it wants to play ActiveX games. CitiBank's site loads with an unsuspiciously short URL, no redirects, no weirdness. It wants me to log in using my credit card number and PIN. Even if I had the card with me, I'm not really wanting to log right in, sending my CC number and PIN across a page that doesn't start with the secure "https". The name/pwd login is "temporarily under maintenance" and directs users to use the CC/PIN login. I try to get to the "contact" page, but it states that I can't access that page without logging in.

Instead of using the page from the mail, I go to CitiBank's main page to compare. Goodness, they sure look similar, and employ similar verbiage. However their page on fraud states:

If you're required to enter personal information to perform a transaction, it's always done on a site secured with SSL technology — you can tell because there'll be a padlock icon at the bottom of your screen. Most important, if you click on the padlock, a security certificate will pop up. In it, there's a section that says "Issued to:" If it's really a Citibank site, then the URL will end in "citibank.com."

The site in the mail ends in "signing-en.us" -- the "citibank.com" portion, were it separated by a slash, would be plausible, but this looks like a citibank-named subdomain on the suddenly very dubious looking "signing-en.us" domain. Click to report, and a pop-up showing about 40 known scams are listed, with a little report link right after the scam-mail's subject header. There's mine: "Date: 04/28/04 Your request for Express Transfer -Citi E-mail Alerts"

Most humorous of all, when googling for information on this, a site had a in-page pop-in (not pop-up; I've not seen those since switching to mozilla browsers) that offered "Find the best deals on 'citibank+fraud'!" Whoo.

I've got two more gmail account invitations, which will go to the first two people who post a Comment. Because I am a cruel demiurge, the comment must meaningfully include the world "immolate" or "pudding." Or both. Don't forget to put in a contact addy.

I very badly want an "I AM TEN NINJAS" t-shirt. No, actually, I want one of each of these. Soopahcool.

Videogames are not just for kids. The average age of players grows older each year, as people continue to play games into their adulthood. As such, almost none of this makes a lick of legitimate sense:

Washington Times Commentary: Video game nudity trend
"Playboy: The Mansion" could be in stores before the kids crack a book again. You, too, can be a sleazy pornographer like Hugh Hefner, who in this game's vision is about 30 years younger and resembles Superman more than the dirty old man he is. The electronic "playmates" strip for you to photograph. (They're considering putting real Playboy photographs into the software, too.) Who says pornography isn't for children?
The decadent sex-game makers are frantically lobbying the industry's toothless ratings regulator, the Electronic Software Ratings Board, to go easy on handing out the "adults only" rating, which means you can't buy them at Wal-Mart and other more parent-friendly mass retailers.

Yes. Yes, that's right, you ignorant, reactionary dubya-voter. People who sell games want to move product through major retail channels. Go figure. Why are you feigning surprise? There is a broad range of ratings to apply to games, and an "M" (Mature) rating should be sufficient, provided that nothing warrants an "AO" (Adults Only) rating (a near equivalent of the MPAA's "NC-17" rating).

Waffler, decide whether or not the ESRB is "toothless" or not. Either they have the power to keep the games off the shelves of major chains, or they are powerless to affect them. Which is it? Or are you only claiming that they have no power over retail chains to determine what they'll carry, or whether or not they'll enforce the recommended age limits for each title? In that case, aren't you pursuing satisfaction in the wrong avenue? With regard to your statement about Eidos new "Singles: Flirt Up Your Life":

After the ESRB gave this game an "adults only" title, Eidos decided to go around the retailers and sell the sex game starting this summer through Internet downloads for $30, as much as $20 less than new video games at retailers.
How many teenagers with computers will get around Mom and Dad to download that salacious content? How obvious is it Eidos wants to circumnavigate parental consent, and teach the kids to lie and cheat to the smutty payoff?

How obvious is it that you are talking out of your ass? If the ESRB is so powerless, how can you posit that Eidos was forced by both them and the marketplace to go to direct download as a distribution vector? What's more, how many kids have their own credit cards to pay for a downloadable game? Are you suggesting that kids'll steal their parents' cards to do so? If so, there's more problems in that home than some nudity in a videogame.

(via Peter David's weblog)

Yes, it's a new template. No, I'm not settled on it. Like a recovering design dork, I've chosen this for the way it treats blockquotes. And I was tired of olive-drab. Thoughts?

This "reading light" by Black+Blum made me laugh out loud. It's so cuuuuute.

I want a whole office styled like these futuristic lamps (as opposed to futurismic). (via boingboing)

Ebert defends his decription of Fahrenheit 9/11 and expands on his reasoning:

'9/11': Just the facts? : "Most documentaries, especially the best ones, have an opinion and argue for it. Even those that pretend to be objective reflect the filmmaker's point of view. Moviegoers should observe the bias, take it into account and decide if the film supports it or not." (via waxy)

Why "nice guys" never win.

"Joystiq, the video game weblog" - More news and sass. (via futurismic, and cory stepping on xeni's toes at boingboing)

Dark Passage, a site devoted to urban ruins, has its own page on one of my personal favorite scary environments: abandoned hospitals.

"After the patients have been evacuated, the hospital is free to succumb to its own mortality. In the throes of its disintegration it makes a mockery of the order and hygiene formerly attempted within. The buildings themselves give in to their contamination. Behind closed curtains, the hospital changes into its own funeral parlor."

Holy crap! Look at all these videogames. (link goes to pic)

CNN.com - Qapla'! Hospital seeks Klingon speaker - May. 10, 2003

Although created for works of fiction, Klingon was designed to have a consistent grammar, syntax and vocabulary.
And now Multnomah County research has found that many people -- and not just fans -- consider it a complete language.
'There are some cases where we've had mental health patients where this was all they would speak,' said the county's purchasing administrator, Franna Hathaway.

Here is a shot of Rasputin's pickled penis, which is apparently 28.5cm (~11 inches) long. One wonders what this would be worth in Unknown Armies terms.

Labels: nsfw

The company that makes the backup utility gamesXcopy is being sued by an assortment of major publishers. I'm very interested to see how this turns out, since the application appears to take significant pains to prevent piracy, though ESA president Doug Lowenstein says, What's at stake here is a rather important legal principle--that products with no purpose other than to circumvent copyright protection are illegal." I wonder if this is a misquote, or if he mispoke. The application copies games, and circumvents copy protection to that end, but not specifically copyrights, which have already been held to be legally open to backup for personal use under the fair use doctrine.

The New York Times: Congress Toys With Forgiveness: "Under the proposal, churches that venture too zealously into politics would be allowed three 'unintentional violations' of the law governing nonprofit organizations without risking immediate loss of their tax-exempt status."

Shouldn't they just work out a way to swap indulgences?

Fox News is talking positively about Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11. Next up: Cats and dogs, living together.

DPH is doing another music things this week -- YAY~! Zox is neat, and I'm thinking of buying. OTOH, nulldevice seems like it would be right up my alley, except they're not offering any complete songs for download, only samples. The samples are good though!

Here's a good site with information about why we should support alternatives to mainstream music. Aside from the fact that there's good stuff with no chance to get airplay on a monopolized radio system, there is also the matter of supporting an oppressive and hypocritical agency.

Update: Unrelated to DPH, if you've never had enough 4AD music in your diet, Mystery and Misery is your hookup for echoing, vast, and sad music.

Interesting article on serial killers, found while looking for information on Japan's most famous cannibal, Issei Sagawa.

The Other Michael has put up some of his pictures at xradiograph: the blog, and posts "Could I ask you a favor?" Click on over and comment on these interesting pieces.

Ah, competition is good. With the appearnace of Gmail, both Yahoo's and Hotmail's piddly 6MB suddenly felt like trying to conduct an orchestra with a toothpick. Apparently Yahooo isn't living in a vacuum though, because Yahoo Mail just bumped all basic accounts to 100MB.

Great news – Yahoo! Mail is new and improved!
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  Makes using your mail even easier
• 100MB of email storage
  Keep more of the things that are important to you – without worrying about bumping up against your storage limit.
• Message size up to 10MB
  Send monster-sized files – photos, presentations, whatever!

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On November 19, 1997, a city worker in Bradenton, FL, discovered a severed human hand along the Manatee River. The hand was given to two fingerprint experts, who were able to lift a useable fingerprint after cutting off one of the digits, then slipping the outer layer of skin over their own fingers, like a glove.

"Fever Dream Ghost Book" - hypnotic bits of very short prose.

The game Escape! looks much simpler than it is.

Boing Boing: New Beasties disc has DRM -- Fight! For your right! To cooo-oopy!: "I always hear record execs whining that they 'can't compete with free' -- but maybe the real competitive disadvantage is that they're selling a product that's less useful than the one being served up on P2P nets"

I've seen several discs at various Japanese record shops that have the "Copy-Protected" label on them, and have passed them up for exactly this reason. What's weird is that the US and UK versions do not have copy protection; yay, way to encourage international piracy. I'm happy to pay money for something I want, but not for something that I can't use as I choose. Record companies that won't let me add music I've bought to my iTunes are missing the whole point. They're only costing themselves sales.

I'm interested in Warren Ellis' writing lately, though I've preferred his prose to comics. I am interested in the TV series that will be based on his Global Frequency comic, and was stoked to find this interview with some people involved with it.

Labels: TV

Daily Show clip (with BitTorrent distribution): "Stewart, Durbin, and Biden tear Ashcroft a new one. This is a must see." This is, perhaps, even better than the earlier Rumsfield clip.

Slate offers a quick, easy to understand plan on how to keep your PC from becoming a spam-puking zombieserver. (via boingboing)

comic about suicide:
picking colors
reason's game article
forums about rpg's

Too Much of Nothing, Michael Scott Moore's first book is an accomplished and stunningly inspiring work. When I wrote to Mike with my initial thoughts about Too Much of Nothing, I was on the bullet train on my way to Yokohama from Osaka. It seems appropriate that as I sit down to form further, publicly consumable thoughts about the book, that I am again on a train, this time returning from Yokohama to Osaka.

Too Much of Nothing is an oddly detached, but somehow warm recounting of the narrator, Eric Sperling's, last few months alive. The story is told by his ghost, shade, or as the Eric is convinced, his "nefesh" which still haunts the small and nominally fictional town of Calaveras Beach some 15 years after his death. The awful truth behind Eric's passing has not come out, over which Eric is still fretting, wondering, and occasionally angry or melancholy. Eric's parents, his ex-best-friend, and the town itself have entered a holding pattern as well; they are stuck in the era of Eric's death, making no forward progress; it is as if their time is also defined by Erik's truncated life.

Since finishing the book, it has been in my thoughts frequently; it is a gauge against which I compare my own experiences growing up with the characters Moore has created. The author and I grew up in the same area, only a couple of years apart; we attended the same highschool for a couple of overlapping years, and a number of the locations he has so successfully described in the abstract are readily identifiable as "real" locations in our hometown. The imagery that he manages to pull up elicits a gut level comprehension of the Los Angeles climate. Los Angeles is constantly buzzing with activity, a proof of the converse of the adage "still waters run deep." The surface buzz of Los Angeles is sizable, its populace constantly vibrating on the edge of the now and the next, but with limited consideration for what comes after "next," or the past. Los Angeles isn't so much "sunny" as in a state of constant "glare." The sky isn't blue, nor is it often brown with smog; it's usually a matte silver tone -- a color that tends to simply amplify the sun's natural brightness to a dizzying shine that makes things stand out intensely. But over time that glare damages that which it shines upon, simply by its own intensity. Moore's novel is like that as well. As clearly as it depicts the world we lived in, it also has worn some of the polish from it.

The three main characters essentially form a romantic, or at least sexual, triangle. Two boys who are best friends, more from circumstance than choice, and the girl in whom they are both interested. They party. They fuck. They break shit. And as Eric narrates he is worried about it, and his best friend is reveling in it. So much of the book's delinquency, casual vandalism, and easy drug use has me wondering how much was going on around me that I never noticed. Though Moore's high school kids occasionally speak in manner more intelligent than their age dictates, their responses and decision making bear all the accuracy of the of facing problems with too little experience, too much passion, and a highly overdeveloped sense of invulnerability. While the scenes involving drug use are nerve-wracking as the living room scene from Boogie Nights, there isn't really a climax to that portion of the story. There is a lot of waiting for the other shoe to drop. And drop on them, it does, eventually.

There are a number of circumstances where I became aware that I was reading a novel. Generally speaking, I stick to speculative fiction, crime/pulp novels, and enough nonfiction to circumvent a perception of being socially backward. The most literature-like items I have recently read would probably be Palahniuk (arguable to some), a random sampling of Elmore Leonard's work, and Mike's book. It was singularly odd to see so much of my childhood environment re-framed and put on display in a light in which I'd never seen it. Further strange still to have it wrapped in such eloquent prose. It's one thing to find a blog or livejournal from someone who shares common experience, but it's strange to find such evocative, competent prose making my synapses fire. To put this in a phrasing that would cause my senior-year English teacher, Ms. Wadhams, to silently fume, Mike knows how to finish. Several points during the reading, I was keenly swept up by the finishing sentence of a passage, or the final paragraph in a chapter. Such clever turns of phrase that I was left grinning, rolling the words over in my head. I have a tendency to do this with some phrasing from William Gibson's works; it feels natural to pull myself in and out of immersion in his speculative fiction worlds. In Too Much of Nothing, where so much was based on the philosophies, values, and landmarks of my adolescence, it was distracting but still very pleasant.

Mike is currently at work on his second novel, and writing for a San Francisco newspaper's theater column. I am very much looking forward to his next work.

Scientists Develop Blowfish Minus Poison

"Nontoxic fugu is boring," he declared. "Fugu is exciting because it's toxic."

Four times now, with no luck, I've gone to Osaka's analog for Akihabara, Den-Den Town in search of a Microman Batman figure for my pal, Boneyard. While fruitless and frustrating, there are always gems of local culture that remind me that I'm living abroad, and that Things Here Are Strange, Different, and Weirdly Beautiful.

This time the reminder was in a model/hobbyshop. In one of the shelves, among the custom-painted Gundam models and grotesquely expensive Five Star Stories resin models, were two collage objects -- creations frankensteined together out of other parts. Coming out of two Ma.K Chronicle (Maschinen Krieger (SF3D) -- quasi-WW II mecha) were the sultry forms of Evangelion's Rei Ayanami and Asuka Langley. --Except that their heads were not on their plugsuit or student uniforms, but the overdeveloped bodies of bikini-clad G-Taste gachapon. To top it off, they were holding to-scale baseball bats for the underdog team, the Hanshin Tigers. In one fell otaku-swoop, the artist managed to unselfconsciously get so many subculture zeitgeist points, it stunned me into immobility.

In part I remembered this because of this JeanSnow-linked article on the trouble being experienced by anime creators which may lead to increased outsourcing.

Wired reports on my next wireless bridge, which in this case is also a music-streaming, wireless-range-extending, USB printserver, 802.11g base-station. I have become moist.

Guardian Unlimited: American homeland security

"Since September 11 2001, any traveller to the US is treated as a potential security risk. The Patriot Act, introduced 45 days after 9/11, contains a chapter on Protecting The Border, with a detailed section on Enhanced Immigration Provision, in which the paragraph on Visa Security And Integrity follows those relating to protection against terrorism. In this spirit, the immigration and naturalisation service has been placed, since March 2003, under the jurisdiction of the new department of homeland security. One of its innovations was to revive a law that had been dormant since 1952, requiring journalists to apply for a special visa, known as I-visa, when visiting the US for professional reasons. Somewhere along the way, in the process of trying to develop a foolproof system of protecting itself against genuine threats, the US has lost the ability to distinguish between friend and foe. The price this powerful country is paying for living in fear is the price of its civil liberties." (via Danger Army)

The somewhat real media emulating Alias Sketchbook Pro is finally available for Mac OS X (10.3 or later). It has a free demo for download, but after 15 days it partially lobotomizes itself. If only the ArtRage guys would do a Mac version...

LOS ANGELES - David Hasselhoff was arrested over the weekend on suspicion on driving while intoxicated, police said Monday. The former "Baywatch" star was arrested late Saturday night on Ventura Boulevard in the Encino section of the San Fernando Valley, said Officer Sara Faden, a police spokeswoman. He was released the next morning.
No further details were immediately available.
In 2002, Hasselhoff checked himself into the Betty Ford Center for treatment of alcoholism.
The 51-year-old actor is best known for portraying lifeguard Mitch Buchannon in the long-running "Baywatch" TV series. He also starred in the 1980s television show "Knight Rider."

The Plumber's Sink
by Brian


On tonight's A-Team, Murdock has an old friend who's a plumber. But his friend has a big problem. A rival plumber is trying to drive the friend out of business. The rival has already disemboweled his friend's cousin, and tried to steal a sink.

The rest of the team arrives to help. Face, is tremendously attracted to the pretty girl who works with the plumber, but she prefers Hannibal. To further complicate matters the team is being chased by the Homeland Security Agency.

The A-Team has a fight with the men of the rival plumber. Hannibal says, ''You never know the Rubicon until you've crossed it.'' Murdock throws two guys through a window. Face gets a black eye and Hannibal doesn't even break a sweat.

But the A-Team is captured when the rival's boss, Victor Von Doom, shows up with twelve guys carrying uzis. The A-Team is locked in a granary. Face says, ''This is as ugly as that waitress on I-5''. Hannibal comes up with a plan. They build an armored moped out of grenade launchers and odds 'n ends.

The A-Team escapes and goes into Victor Von Doom's territory, guns a-blazing. ''All I wanted was bring pride back to Latveria, and that sink was the key.'' complains Victor Von Doom, as the A-Team leaves him tied up for the Homeland Security Agency.

''I'm not gettin' on no plane, you hear me?'' says Murdock.

Fini
(via waxy)

Printable, non-collectible, and very cool arcade game cabinet paper art (via Timmeh and Waxy). Sweet. Now to find some inkjet happy board, since I've no spray-tac.

Jerome links to a lengthy but insightful and disturbing article on the physical sensations involved in being shot. Reading first person accounts of people who were grievously injured in public places, doing no more than going about their daily life, made me nauseous -- and those are the stories of survivors. Good grief, it makes me want to never go outside again. (via futurismic)

A conference on How to Break Into Videogames will be held in Maryland. Hopefully the first bit of advice will be "Don't be in Maryland." Looking at their list of speakers, I see a majority of Texas companies, a couple speakers from Korea's NCSoft, and a representative from the supposedly defunct Origin Systems (EA). Color me boggled.

Ruby Rhod: Korben, sweetheart, what was that? It was bad! It had nothing, no fire, no energy, no nothing! You know I have a show to run here, you know? And, it must pop, pop, pop! So, tomorrow, from five to seven, will you please act like you have move than a two word vocabulary! It must be green, okay? Okay?

Korben Dallas: Can I talk to you for a second? I didn't come here to play poom-ba on the radio. So, tomorrow, from five to seven, your gonna give yourself a hand, green?

Ruby Rhod: Supergreen.

(Today's weather is hotter than hot.)

"A few years ago, Tokyo Gakugei University sociologist Masahiro Yamada coined the phrase ''parasite singles'' to describe young people who sponge off their parents and use their rent-free incomes to splurge on designer goodies, expensive dinners and trips abroad. It came from the 1997 Japanese horror movie Parasite Eve and applies to young, live-at-home men and women alike, though Yamada says the most carefree of the parasite singles tend to be women; the men are more serious about establishing careers and moving out on their own one day.
The phrase caught on. Some single women even printed up business cards defiantly describing themselves as 'parasite singles.'"

Johnny Cash covers Desperado, with a Flash video involving chimp-cowboys.

Labels: music

Custom make your own anime style icons.

Another case of hitting "draft" in blogger, then forgetting about it --
MIT New Media Lab's Henry Jenkins weighs in on E3.
Gamespy's Annual GameSpy E3 Awards!

From Heather's Book List The Bastard on the Couch : 27 Men Try Really Hard to Explain Their Feelings About Love, Loss, Fatherhood, and Freedom (by Jones, Daniel and a cast of men)

"I rapidly adapted to the cat's temperament by treating her just the way I treat my wife: letting her go off on her own, and not forcing my attentions on her, waiting for her to come to me. It's a working strategy for cat and woman alike, though in my wife's case I get a little lonely from the waiting."
- Sean Elder, The Lock Box

Anger, justified or not- if acted mostly as a release without the clear-cut agenda of provoking change- is selfish and juvenile, obnoxious and unattractive, and it got you nowhere. No matter how determinedly this guy sought the empathy of others for the bullshit he was enduring, he wasn't going to get it- at least not this way… which is not to say I never lose my temper. But it becomes clearer to me every day that our reactions to circumstances are exactly what we permit or deny ourselves. It's dangerous to embrace the notion that anger is something we've earned a right to express and that it takes expressions of anger to earn respect. Lashing out angrily is less an expression of emotion than enslavement by emotion. And to believe otherwise is damaging to ourselves and especially damaging to those we love.
- Eric Bartels, My Problem with Her Anger