For your post-Movie Sign unwinding, here’s a Mystery Science Theater 3000 headboard:
(Via FAIL Blog’s WIN!)
For your post-Movie Sign unwinding, here’s a Mystery Science Theater 3000 headboard:
(Via FAIL Blog’s WIN!)
Apple senior VP Phil Schiller, testifying in their lawsuit against Samsung, said that after the success of the iPod, Apple was looking for another product category to reinvent:
“This really changed everybody’s view of Apple both inside and outside the company,” Schiller said on Friday, resuming testimony that began toward the end of the day on Tuesday.
People suggested all kinds of things Apple could do, Schiller recalled: “Make a camera, make a car, crazy stuff.”
They did, in fact, make a camera, and a pretty good one; it’s sitting in your iPhone as we speak. But a car? You can guess how that would work out.
As the largest juried festival in Canada featuring predominantly New Canadian plays, SummerWorks looks to program a festival that uniquely reflects Toronto and Canada’s cultural zeitgeist.
I’m not quite sure what a New Canadian play is, but a friend of mine has written one, so I must pay attention:
[W]e all understand what it is to experience family dysfunction. Sometimes it is barely a ripple and fleeting, sometimes it’s a tsunami and seemingly neverending. But those waves, regardless of their intensity, are part of our most prized relationships.
Tanisha Taitt and I go back to the late 1990s, when we were trading musical ideas on Usenet. I said of a song collection of hers in 2004:
Think Joni Mitchell halfway between Blue and Mingus, then overlay with a streetwise Laura Nyro-esque feel for the language, and you have some idea of what Tanisha is about: strongly confessional, yet always giving the impression that there are secrets still to be revealed.
Shortly thereafter, she began working in Toronto-area theater in just about every capacity there is; this is the first play she’s written. I wish her the very best of luck.
J. Geils sues J. Geils for using the name J. Geils while J. Geils goes on tour despite not having J. Geils in the band. J. Geils unavailable for comment, but J. Geils was willing to discuss the lawsuit.
From the linked article:
The lawsuit says that band members Richard Salwitz, Danny Klein, Peter Wolf and Seth Justman had “planned and conspired” to exclude [John] Geils from performing with them under the J. Geils Band name on a recently announced tour.
The band members had planned 11 concerts without Geils as “The J. Geils Band,” beginning August 25 in Syracuse, New York.
Mr Salwitz is the fellow you remember as Magic Dick. Incidentally, Klein fronts a J. Geils cover band called Danny Klein’s Full House.
Even more incidentally, how come I remember J.’s first name as “Jerome,” which of course it isn’t? Did I see a messed-up news story somewhere? (Answer: Not just me, apparently.)
In 1998, Geri Halliwell unexpectedly quit the Spice Girls, saying she was totally exhausted; the rest of the group continued without her for a couple of years, then went on “indefinite hiatus.”
“Indefinite” turned out to mean six years. This photo of The Singer Formerly Known As Ginger Spice was taken in the summer of ’09, after a reunion tour had been cut short:
In addition to her occasional Spice duties, Halliwell has written a series of children’s books about nine-year-old Ugenia Lavender, whom she described as her “inner brat.” Geri turns 40 on Monday.
You remember that PT chick from your randy youth. She goes on a date, gives a few lingering kisses, lets you fondle her boobage through her tight sweater. The next date she shows a little thigh and leaves you excited, overheated, and wanting more. The “more” is never delivered. That is the way Mother Nature has been lately. She darkens the sky with some clouds. Sometimes she brings on the wind and thunder, but never more than a light mist of rain. She teases us with that long soaking we need, but laughs as we get all excited for nothing.
Apart from the fact that no such chick appeared at any time during my decidedly unrandy youth, this description works pretty well down here on the scorched Plains: the oh-so-slight chance of rain yesterday morning dissipated almost as quickly as you could point and say “Were those clouds?” and we still wound up with a record for the, um, century. Since 1891 we’ve hit 113 degrees F, which may or may not mean “Fahrenheit,” exactly twice: 11 August 1936 and 3 August 2012.
Matthew Feeney has a piece at Reason’s Hit & Run called “5 People You’ve Never Heard of Who Are Screwing Up Europe.” From a glance at the URL, you can tell that the title was changed somewhere along the way.
Not that it matters, but I’d actually heard of two of them: Sir Mervyn King, governor of the Bank of England (#2), and Mario Draghi, former governor of the Bank of Italy, since last November President of the European Central Bank (#3). I envy neither man his position, and Draghi’s job, at least from this angle, looks like the functional equivalent of Mayor of Pompeii thirty minutes before Vesuvius lava’ed up the place.
The other day, at the request of @MyLittleDashie, I wrote up a paragraph for her Love and Acceptance blog, stating basically that despite my advanced age, I had no problem identifying with the brony community, most of whom seem to be one-third my age. (Not incidentally, this is a plot point, so to speak, in The Sparkle Chronicles.) MLD came up with the title, but the rest of the text was mine.
Corroboration of this statement came in a most unexpected fashion: the piece I’d written had been rendered into an image and posted on the MLP image board Derpibooru. Delight and amazement fought for first position on my face, especially when I read the comment thread attached thereto.
It helps, I think, that I’ve long since put away my Parental Card; with my own offspring well into their thirties, I’m way out of the habit of saying things like “Because I said so.” There’s nothing to be gained by treating adults like children, even if they watch a so-called “children’s” television show. The MLP universe has already grown far beyond its original marketing parameters, and while I haven’t had much to do with that growth myself, I’m still enjoying the ride.
[W}hite is currently at the forefront of automotive purchases these days, with something like a quarter of all cars in North America being the colour of the Beatles’ ninth album. Obviously on some cars this colour doesn’t work (call me Ishmael…) but in most cases, it’s a nice safe bet.
White is the colour of a blender, or a microwave or — before stainless steel became de rigueur — a refrigerator. It’s an appliance’s colour; in the UK, the domestic machinery of a modern home is actually referred to as “white goods”. The inferential leap that sits out there tantalizingly, begging to be made, is that our colour choices are yet another barometer showing the car’s dwindling importance as a fashion statement, an emotional purchase, a vehicle not just for our persons but for our personalities.
The Tesla Roadster I saw at the supermarket last week was a particularly shiny shade of appliance white, which may be appropriate for a car that has to be plugged in on a regular basis. Then again, I’ve never seen a fridge that could do zero-to-sixty in the five-second range.
Disclosure: My blender, a vintage Seventies Osterizer, is some kind of godawful beige-y brown, or brown-y beige.
For some reason, this amused me greatly. Rebecca Black’s weekly “Ask Rebecca” video was actually interrupted by a phone call from her manager; RB just kept right on recording.
Also, I had wanted to see an answer to this: “why do some girls wear uggs in August?” She got several responses from England and Ireland defending the practice. I am reasonably certain there is no one wearing Uggs in my town right this minute, inasmuch as the old Dust Bowl-era record for Highest Freaking Temperature Ever was tied today.
She has a license to be 20 percent cooler:
(Via BBC America’s Anglophenia. Please note that the trailer being ponified has been in official existence for less than two days. This could only happen with Twilight Sparkle as Q.)
This unassuming little Japanese people-mover is the Mitsubishi Chariot Grandis Super Exceed Limited:
More about it here. It occurs to me that if what you desire is that your Chariot Exceed in a Super manner, you sure as hell don’t want it Limited at the far end. Then again, I drive an Infiniti.
(Suggested by this TTAC subthread.)
One of the staffers at Call Me Stormy had the bright idea of actually writing me and requesting addition to ye olde blogroll, a practice I thought had died with the last century.
On the basis of their About page:
Call Me Stormy was suckled by she-wolves on Monster Island after rising up, on a half-shell, from the radioactive surf. In the grand tradition of Gamera, Call Me Stormy is slow to anger, but will poke his head out of his shell and unleash flying fury when prodded and provoked.
As you’ll recall, Gamera is really neat, and, well, I figure if they can come up with that level of wack on a regular basis, they damned well deserve to be on ye olde blogroll.
The first thing any business owner must do is reach his customers. Hence:
Cops say the bust started with a flier they found in Seattle.
“CALL IF YOU NEED METH!” It also listed a phone number and the alleged dealer’s name.
So the cops called.
They had tracked the phone number and learned it belonged to a 20-year-old man who they say has a history of drug and fraud offenses. He also had two warrants — one for domestic violence, another for DUI.
And apparently he’d earned enough in his various endeavors to be able to afford a ’97 Chevy Cavalier.
If you read this on Wednesday and were waiting for the moment when you could read that something-less-than-magnum opus for yourself, the answer is “As of about quarter past eight last night, it passed moderator scrutiny.”
Then again, it’s going up one chapter at a time. They’re giving me free space; the least I can do is give them some extra page views.
Lovely Rita, meter maid, where would I be without you? Certainly not in front of the Michigan Supreme Court:
A former Michigan State University student who shouted at an MSU parking enforcement officer after he got a ticket cannot be criminally prosecuted because the university ordinance prohibiting such behavior is overly broad, a divided [5-2] Michigan Supreme Court has ruled.
The court, in an opinion released [Friday] afternoon, said the ordinance unconstitutionally impaired free speech rights because it could be applied “against anyone who disrupts in any way anyone carrying out any activity for or with MSU.”
Jared Rapp, now 29, was charged with a misdemeanor after he reacted to a parking ticket in Sept. 2008 by assailing the parking officer. According to court records, the officer retreated to his vehicle, called for help, then sat in his vehicle until police arrived.
This is apparently standard procedure for MSU parking officers faced with recalcitrant malparkers, though I suspect this is what annoyed him most:
While he was waiting, Rapp stood outside the vehicle and photographed him with his mobile phone.
They hate that.
This is the MSU ordinance in question:
No person shall disrupt the normal activity or molest the property of any person, firm, or agency while that person, firm, or agency is carrying out service, activity or agreement for or with the University.
Geez. If disrupting my normal activity were a civil offense… but no, never mind, let’s not go there.
Here’s the entire opinion in PDF format, should you be curious.