Month: November 2005
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Behind
I haven’t done the actual calculations, but I reckon I’m around 5,000 words behind in my creative masterpiece. And that’s what’s finally convinced me that the NaNoWriMo thing is a good idea. Before, whenever I told myself I would write my Great American Novel or Life-Altering Screenplay or Subtly Disguised Semi-Autobiographical Erotic Escapade*, I would…
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I Ache With Embarrasment!
An hour of “Arrested Development” and the eternal shame that comes from coming in too late to fandom over a television series. Any other show would’ve settled with just the jet pants instructional video and left that as high comedy. But they just keep going. My favorite gag is when they suspected some kind of…
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Are not all of us, in a sense, merely aspects of Jar-Jar?
Jackson West’s post on SFist mentions this article on Slate which calls the Star Wars series a masterwork of post-modern cinema, and one very angry blogger’s rebuttal. Okay, simmer down, Poindexters. Yes, the Slate article is a bunch of ridiculous garbage. But calling it the silliest thing they’ve ever published is just ridiculous over-the-top hyperbole.…
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Won’t someone think of the children?!?
There’s another post up at SFist, which I mention only because that’s the only way they show up in the sidebar down below to your right. Speaking of belated responses to basically inconsequential news: A couple of weeks ago there was a big stink all over the videogame section of the internets about this “lawyer”…
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I am a fashion god.
When I was looking around SFGate’s tech news section to cannibalize it for that column I’m supposed to be writing, I found this article about an e-mail exchange between the former FEMA director and his staff. Remember all that stuff I was saying about “never assume evil when incompetence will suffice?” Yeah, scratch that. There’s…
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“Fun” with Flickr
This is kind of neat: I wrote this little web application as a tag browser for Flickr photos. It works kind of like an advent calendar; you click on a tag to see a random picture from that tag pop up. You can click on my name at the top of the page to bring…
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naDevvo’ yIghoS!*
I just went outside for my just-before-bed cigarette to find a Klingon passed out on my front steps. He was moaning and occasionally mumbling phrases (in English) like “got to get…” and “no man don’t do that…” before rolling over. He was on his side, so I don’t think he was in danger of doing…