Archive for May, 2009

Kanye West: Proud non-reader. Readingarefun: Proud non-Kanye fan

May 29, 2009

I’ve never been big on Kanye, mainly because of his ego. He’s done some creative stuff; I respect his creativity and like a lot of his music (as in 3-out-of-5-stars-like). I’ve actually seen him live. But sooner or later his ego just gives me a headache. Nothing personal.

BUT, now he’s a “proud non-reader.” IT’S ON… IN ALL CAPS.  Here’s the best part: “Sometimes people write novels and they just be so wordy and so self-absorbed,” West said. Self-absorbed? How would he know? He’s busy being self-absorbed. Can’t read a bit and still spend the rest of your time experiencing life? Prefer to get all you know from only the incredibly small number of people who are currently alive rather than from among all who have been alive? Perhaps find out that 99 percent of what’s being said now has been said hundreds of times before? Whatevs. Sounds like someone’s got to be proud about whatever he does, even if it’s something not really worth being proud about.

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Shel Silverstein sings with Johnny Cash

May 21, 2009

The Daily What dug up this awesome video:

How to get published Rule Number E: Be Rod Blagojevich

May 21, 2009
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Rule No. E to getting published is to be, and write about, Rod Blagojevich. Dude landed a six-figure book deal. Aaaand, then the Illinois senate unanimously said “oh, hell no you don’t.” If you are an elected official in Illinois, and you are convicted of a crime, you can’t see any profit from a depiction of the deeds–at least if the governor signs the bill. That’s going to affect a lot of officials, akshully.

Muscle March–the WTF Wii game of the year

May 18, 2009

I don’t know… I don’t know.

 

I saw it on videogum

Funny Wash Post commentary… Lolcats making more than authors

May 17, 2009

Gene Weingarten wrote a funny column  in the Washington Post about how bloggers like I Can Has Cheezburger are making a living off of other peoples’ content and selling it in stores.

David Lynch’s new project gets odd, and the coffee in Twin Peaks really is damn fine!

May 16, 2009

I just got back from the diner from Twin Peaks. That’s a damn fine cup of coffee. We had the cherry pie too. It’s in North Bend, Washington if you are ever near Seattle. I really wanted the autographed Log Lady photo.

Anyway, by now everyone knows David Lynch has been at work with Danger Mouse and a member of Sparklehorse on an album/photography book project  called Dark Night of the Soul. Very limited release, and so far it’s been mostly word-of-mouth news on the project. What would have been awesome will now will be an odd affair: It’s reported that the album was scrapped because of a record label dispute. So apparently the book will now be released with a blank CD stating something like “For Legal Reasons, enclosed CD-R contains no music. Use it as you will.” For now, NPR has a stream of the album, which has input from the likes of Frank Black, The Flaming Lips and Iggy Pop on it. Really, why does anyone sign with a major label anymore? Buy DIY.

ALL HAIL SATANTROUT!!1!!!!one!! (hilarious)

May 8, 2009

She looked guuuud, she looked fffffghgaaaghgha…

 

found on the daily what.

Passage of the Day

May 7, 2009

Mark Twain and Jesus H. Christ. I had heard this story before, but had heard Mark Twain himself did this. Anyway, Twain clears it up in his autobiography. This is a long one, but funny:

I have said that Wales was reckless, and he was. It was the recklessness of ever-bubbling and indestructible good spirits flowing from the joy of youth. I think there wasn’t anything that that vast boy wouldn’t do to procure five minutes’ entertainment for himself. One never knew where he would break out next. Among his shining characteristics was the most limitless and adorable irreverence. There didn’t seem to be anything serious in life for him; there didn’t seem to be anything that he revered.

Once the celebrated founder of the at that time new and widespread sect called Campbellites arrived in our village from Kentucky, and it made a prodigious excitement. The farmers and their families drove or tramped into the village from miles around to get a sight of the illustrious Alexander Campbell and to have a chance to hear him preach. When he preached in a church many had to be disappointed, for there was no church that would begin to hold all the applicants; so in order to accommodate all, he preached in the open air in the public square, and that was the first time in my life that I had realized what a mighty population this planet contains when you get them all together.

He preached a sermon on one of these occasions which he had written especially for that occasion. All the Campbellites wanted it printed, so that they could save it and read it over and over again, and get it by heart. So they drummed up sixteen dollars, which was a large sum then, and for this great sum Mr. Ament contracted to print five hundred copies of that sermon and put them in yellow paper covers. It was a sixteen-page duodecimo pamphlet, and it was a great event in our office. As we regarded it, it was a book, and it promoted us to the dignity of book printers. Moreover, no such mass of actual money as sixteen dollars, in one bunch, had ever entered that office on any previous occasion. People didn’t pay for their paper and for their advertising in money; they paid in dry-goods, sugar, coffee, hickory wood, oak wood, turnips, pumpkins, onions, watermelons–and it was very seldom indeed that a man paid in money, and when that happened we thought there was something the matter with him.

We set up the great book in pages–eight pages to a form–and by help of a printer’s manual we managed to get the pages in their apparently crazy but really sane places on the imposing-stone. We printed that form on a Thursday. Then we set up the remaining eight pages, locked them into a form, and struck a proof. Wales read the proof, and presently was aghast, for he had struck a snag. And it was a bad time to strike a snag, because it was Saturday; it was approaching noon; Saturday afternoon was our holiday, and we wanted to get away and go fishing. At such a time as this Wales struck that snag and showed us what had happened. He had left out a couple of words in a thin-spaced page of solid matter and there wasn’t another break-line for two or three pages ahead. What in the world was to be done? Overrun all those pages in order to get in the two missing words? Apparently there was no other way. It would take an hour to do it. Then a revise must be sent to the great minister; we must wait for him to read the revise; if he encountered any errors we must correct them. It looked as if we might lose half the afternoon before we could get away. Then Wales had one of his brilliant ideas. In the line in which the “out” had been made occurred the name Jesus Christ. Wales reduced it in the French way to J. C. It made room for the missing words, but it took 99 per cent of the solemnity out of a particularly solemn sentence. We sent off the revise and waited. We were not intending to wait long. In the circumstances we meant to get out and go fishing before that revise should get back, but we were not speedy enough. Presently that great Alexander Campbell appeared at the far end of that sixty-foot room, and his countenance cast a gloom over the whole place. He strode down to our end and what he said was brief, but it was very stern, and it was to the point. He read Wales a lecture. He said, “So long as you live, don’t you ever diminish the Saviour’s name again. Put it all in.” He repeated this admonition a couple of times to emphasize it, then he went away.

In that day the common swearers of the region had a way of their own of emphasizing the Saviour’s name when they were using it profanely, and this fact intruded itself into Wales’s incorrigible mind. It offered him an opportunity for a momentary entertainment which seemed to him to be more precious and more valuable than even fishing and swimming could afford. So he imposed upon himself the long and weary and dreary task of overrunning all those three pages in order to improve upon his former work and incidentally and thoughtfully improve upon the great preacher’s admonition. He enlarged the offending J. C. into Jesus H. Christ. Wales knew that that would make prodigious trouble, and it did. But it was not in him to resist it. He had to succumb to the law of his make. I don’t remember what his punishment was, but he was not the person to care for that. He had already collected his dividend.

Real Good Moments in Journalism

May 7, 2009

Leonard Nimoy has a posse. If you don’t believe me, believe this. That posse has got to be cold pissed about this fabulously aweful trainwreck lede:

“Outside of Leonard Nimoy’s Bel Air home, workers are busy constructing a new driveway, replacing flagstone with sleek cement as part of an ongoing coversion from Mediterranean to modern. Though the 78-year-old actor is also undergoing a metamorphosis of sorts, he isn’t paving over his past.”

Turns out the article doesn’t tell us any more about the driveway at all! The writer apparently spelled J.J. Abrams’ name wrong throughout before the AP or Yahoo corrected their version of the article. This guy landed an interview with a movie star? Leonard H. Nimoy nonetheless? Videogum spotted this one.

Passage of the day

May 6, 2009

The passage of the day is Article 9 of the Uniform Commercial Code. That’s about all I’ve been able to read this week, and now that I finished my final I’m not about to open that tome again tonight. Sooo, please find it online and read all of it.

I’m interested to read two Iranian childrens’ books being translated…

May 6, 2009

They’re being translated into French, but I can read that better than I can read Iranian (not at all).

Play him off, Keyboard Cat

May 6, 2009

Two internet sensations in one… Leeeroy mmJenkins the gamer nerd who’s tired of the BS, keyboard cat the meme that makes disaster fun. Good stuff.

Existential Fail

May 4, 2009

What you think you know is not what you know is nothing is everything. Whoa.

fail owned pwned pictures

Tolkien’s new book out tomorrow!

May 4, 2009

Tomorrow’s the day for the new J.R.R. Tolkien book, The Legend of Sigurd and Gidrun. It’s a long set of two verses based on 1000-year old Nordic legends. There’s a good article on it here, and more info on the Tolkien site. Over the past few years I’ve not been into the fantasy books much, so I don’t know if I’ll be first in line for this. But if you see more Nordic swordsmen and hobbits than usual out by the bookstores, that’s why.

Plush Book Deal for “Satan’s Mentally Challenged Younger Brother”

May 4, 2009

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Satan’s mentally challenged younger brother, “Glenn Beck,” has landed quite a book deal. Did I put the quotes in the wrong spot? Oops, too late now. Anyway, he’s got a profit-sharing deal. Steven King gave “Beck” his satanic nickname, and “Beck” is now apparently a little smug that he’s getting the same treatment King receives. But hey, most people can’t tell the difference between pâté and dog food, so there’s room for authors of all tastes.

Real Good Moments in Journalism

May 1, 2009

Every workplace has someone who just has to talk politics every day. The guy at my work’s been particularly abrasive this week. One of his lines of argument (I use the word loosely, as no one else is talking when he “argues”)  is that Faux News is the only unbiased news source. No such thing, but if there were it would not resemble Fox. Yes, a lot of the footage below is commentary and not news, but this makes me laugh. The extreme uptightness, the preplanned anger, it’s funny stuff. And I actually hear almost verbatim a lot of the things he’s said at work over the last few months. Another of his little rants is that liberals are racist, which I actually see is an opinion in this video. That’s such a hilarious overgeneralization, but it loses force when the guy’s making racist jokes a few minutes later. Today he made three racist comments that I heard–one being a racial slur against Mexicans, said as a “joke” in front of a Mexican-American co-worker. I’m anti-politics and anti-racism; not cool work etiquette Mr. Politics Nut.