Every now and then, in circumstances best left undisclosed, I find myself wondering “What would Zooey Deschanel wear?” The Fug Girls remind us (via slideshow, so consider yourself warned) that some of her fashion choices over the years have been neither charmingly quirky nor quirkily charming.
Truth be told, I would have expected something a bit burlier to be the motor vehicle of choice during the Zombie Apocalypse, but life, or unlife as the case may be, is full of surprises:
Somehow I can’t see Agatha Christie going along with something like this:
Scottish crime writer Shona MacLean has been forced to change her name — to S G MacLean — to make her novels more appealing to men.
The change follows the publication of three successful historical crime books under her full name. The title of her latest novel has also been truncated in its paperback form, to make it more punchy and eye-catching. Crucible of Secrets now appears simply as Crucible.
MacLean, niece to Alistair MacLean, professes not to be disturbed by this:
“The thinking was that my name was too soft and feminine and men wouldn’t buy my books. Now they have decided they want to make the covers more masculine and my name less obviously feminine… Crime books are more traditionally male, and my books have a male protagonist.”
Who would have thought there’d still be gender stereotyping in popular culture in 2012?
(Via this @syaffolee tweet.)
While you check on that, here’s this week’s Rebecca Black update.
A firm called Visual Measures has developed an algorithm for determining a video’s, um, virulence; “Friday,” they say, is the third most successful viral video ever, beaten out only by Susan Boyle’s appearance on Britain’s Got Talent and the “Kony 2012″ promotion.
Seemingly tangential: In 1997, I put up the very first Web fan page for singer/songwriter Carolyne Mas, now retired and living in Arizona. She’s still communicating with the fanbase, though, and recently she turned up a box of tapes, which she’s busily sending up to her YouTube channel. Recently, she reported on a batch:
These are demos I did in 1987 with Charlton Pettus who is currently with Tears for Fears, and who went on to produce Reason Street in 1992, while he was playing with Sinead O’Connor. He was the acoustic guitar player who sat behind her when she was booed off the stage at MSG … remember that? He flew to Germany to meet me right after that.
Which gave me an excuse to dig out Reason Street myself. Like all her European recordings, it’s worth hunting down. Inexplicably, Pettus doesn’t have a Wikipedia page, though I will tell you here that he produced the “My Moment” and “Person of Interest” singles — he also cowrote “POI” — for Rebecca Black. The fellow’s tastes evidently run fairly close to my own.
Usually the fine print in automotive advertising is scarcely worth breaking out the magnifying glass. But then there’s this line, from the current ad for the Mercedes-Benz SL:
No system, regardless of how advanced, can overcome the laws of physics or correct careless driving.
A little clumsy, especially between the commas, but, you should pardon the expression, dead accurate. I’d like to see it spread to other automakers: “In this industry we obey the laws of physics.”
Recent email, verbatim:
Your e-mail account should be upgraded to our new DGTFX Secure Anti-Virus 2012 version for damages prevent your important files.
Click on your reply, provide the details below or your e-mail account will be terminated immediately to prevent spread of the virus into our webmail log.
Date of Birth:
1024-bit RSA keys for password security to prevent unauthorized users
Technical Support Team
C 1998-2012 Cox Communications, Inc
This is obviously a phishing attempt, and a lame one at that. Then again, it is very likely true that damages prevent your important files.
Incidentally, the ostensible sender of this tissue of organic fertilizer is named “Sueprdave.” And nearly as weirdly, the Reply-To address given is email@example.com. .IO? .IO. (It’s off to work we go.)
Roberta X, not happy with the new Blogger interface, pulled off a successful rollback — temporarily, anyway. She remains not happy:
I quite dislike the new UI. I’m no good at real HTML and formatting in the new near-WYSIWYG editor baffles me.
When Blogger pulls the rug out from under for good, I am not going to mess with it if it becomes too annoying.
Can we talk her into migrating to WordPress? I’ll call this a No:
I have a WordPress backup — which I kept updated until Google/Blogger, as is their right, decided to pull the plug on that — and I’m not happy with WP’s UI, either.
I’ve made my peace with WP, mostly by avoiding the clunk-o-matic Visual Editor whenever possible; I’m no HTML genius — it says “Bad Example” right over there in the sidebar — but I’ve been doing it long enough to have developed something vaguely resembling technique.
And speaking of Blogger, they sent me a nastygram yesterday to the effect that my old account, used only to maintain a profile, needed to be migrated into the Google hivemind post haste or else. I made two attempts at this. The first errored out; the second, in which I made a point of not checking the “I have read the Terms and Conditions” box, breezed through the system in milliseconds. Lesson learned.
Now how can you resist a motor vehicle like this?
If you’re champing at the bit to drive it yourself, here’s the complete pitch.
(Snarfed from Dodd Harris on Facebook.)
Kazakhstan, once so annoyed with Sacha Baron Cohen’s “Borat” character that the film was actually banned, now expresses gratitude to the film from the U. S. and A.:
Kazakhstan’s foreign minister on Monday thanked Borat, the Sacha Baron Cohen comedy that the Central Asian nation once banned for lampooning its people, for massively boosting its tourism.
“With the release of this film, the number of visas issued by Kazakhstan grew tenfold,” local news agencies quoted Foreign Minister Yerzhan Kazykhanov as telling a session of parliament. “I am grateful to Borat for helping attract tourists to Kazakhstan,” the foreign minister said.
This does not necessarily mean that Kazakhstan has forgotten that the fake national anthem from Borat was played at the Arab Shooting Championships in March.
Or at least get off the streets of New York:
Frisky clubgoers are treating a Midtown block like their own boudoir, having so much sex in the back seats of their cars that disgusted residents want the city to ban parking on weekend nights.
Neighbors around West 30th between Seventh and Eighth avenues — where stylish apartments rent for as much as $9,500 a month — say their block is littered with condoms and other paraphernalia after horny patrons of Rebel NYC and The Parlour Midtown leave the hot spots on weekend nights. They have now convinced Community Board 5 to support a rare request for a no-parking zone on those nights.
The Parlour (247 W 30th St) is in trouble already: their liquor license has apparently been suspended, though the bar remains open while the state reviews the list of violations. Yelpers give it a solid Meh.
An Oklahoma City woman is facing a felony charge after being accused of threatening to blow up OG&E.
It all started with a look at the electric bill. Apparently, it was a bit too high for the customer. So, she picked up the phone, called OG&E and admits things got ugly.
“I remember flipping out, but I don’t really remember what was said,” OG&E customer Deidra Reed said.
Someone testifying for the prosecution might really remember what was said. And anyway, this whole talk of bombs is just totally out of the question:
“I’m struggling to pay $40 a month for rent. How the hell am I to buy some bomb equipment. I don’t even know how to make a bomb.”
Reed’s outlandish bill came to a whopping $14.
Quipped one Farker about the photo: “anybody want to bet that is her satellite dish in the background?”
Apposition, n. A grammatical construction in which two elements, normally noun phrases, are placed side by side, with one element serving to define or modify the other.
For instance, these folks, opponents of a library bond issue in Indiana:
A group that raised more than $5,000 to fight a $30 million bond referendum for a new Franklin library gave those on the other side a reason to snicker. “Citizens Apposed to the Library Project” filed their official financial disclosure documents April 20 with the Johnson County clerk.
Their statement of organization says “Opposed” rather than “Apposed.”
But, from the “Nobody’s Perfect” files:
“That proves our point right there,” said Dru Smyth, treasurer for the pro-referendum group Vote Yes for Libraries. Smyth noted that he has been guilty of similar, albeit less visible, mistakes. “I’ve spelled library as ‘libray’ in one of our email messages,” Smyth said. “So I can’t hold it against them.”
Hmmm. I thought the proper way to misspell “library” was “libary.” Or maybe that’s just in
(Via this Nancy Friedman tweet.)
Now this is a CV. Masiela Lusha, born in 1985 in Albania, studied dance in Vienna, wrote poetry in her early teens in Michigan, played George Lopez’s daughter in the TV series George Lopez for five seasons, and runs a film-production company. On the available evidence, she can definitely rock the Little Black Dress:
At UCLA, she majored in Creative Writing; in addition to four volumes of poetry, she’s written two children’s books and one novel (The Besa, 2008). This year you can see her in Of Silence.
So much for resting the starters tonight. Both the Nuggets and the Thunder went full-tilt at one another pretty much the entire 48 minutes, and neither side ever got much of a lead. And at the end of it all — this was the last regular-season game for Oklahoma City — Denver was on top, 106-101.
Just about every Denver player proved to be an offensive threat: seven of the nine Nuggets who saw action scored in double figures, with Ty Lawson team-high at 25. The biggest problem for OKC, though, seemed to be rookie power forward Kenneth Faried, who put together a double-double (13 points, 10 rebounds, six offensive) and generally made life miserable for the Thunder. Denver outrebounded OKC, 42-37, and managed to hold on to the rock better, turning it over 10 times, while the Thunder fumbled it away on 18 occasions.
On the other hand, the Thunder technically shot better by five percentage points, though here’s your telltale statistic: OKC went 39-79, Denver 40-90. Eleven more shots. The Nuggets also put up 30 free throws, though only 16 dropped. (OKC was 13-15 from the stripe.) And as usual, Batman and Robin had the fancy lines: Russell Westbrook scored 30, Kevin Durant 32. For those paying attention to this sort of thing, this gives KD 1850 points in 66 games, an average of 28.030. For Kobe Bryant to grab the scoring title, he’ll need at least 38 points against the Kings tomorrow. (Then again, last Lakers-Kings game, on March 2, Kobe got, um, 38 points.) And James Harden was cleared to play, but Scott Brooks decided otherwise.
So that’s the season: 47-19, and 2-1 against the Nuggets, who currently occupy the 6th seed, a hair ahead of Dallas. (Both have one game left.) It will probably be Thunder-Mavs in the first round. Fasten your seat belts.
There is no shortage of tall tales about couples from opposite sides of the tracks somehow finding True Love, though Roxeanne de Luca appears to have her doubts about the usefulness of the premise:
[I]t’s a bit of a mistake to date someone whose wealth bracket is something that you have neither grown up with or earned yourself, as you two will simply not understand each other. There are people who firmly believe that you have to budget, save, and buy used cars when you earn $300,000 a year. Those people simply should not marry people who see that and just see a gigantic pile of money and cannot fathom how there isn’t oodles of it left over for fancy dinners out, vacations, or the Buffett Tax.
Disclosure: I have exactly zero wacky heiresses on speed-dial.
Actually, when I got married, back in the Cretaceous period, I was laboring under the delusion that two can live, if not necessarily as cheaply as one, certainly at somewhere around the 1.5 to 1.7 range. I was quickly disabused of this notion, even before the arrival of a third, very small, person. (A fourth would follow.)
Got a note from eBay the other day, ostensibly to commemorate my 13 years as a buyer — never sold squat — but more likely to shame me into buying more stuff, that being their raison d’être after all.
And while they had links to several items, they didn’t mention this Dan Lacey painting of Mitt Romney in apparent self-pantsing mode, for which I suppose I should be grateful.
[T]he Romney is basically a self-portrait. I’m nearly an ex-Christian but have some personal faith remaining but expect nothing — Mitt is certainly coming from a unique place on that issue as well. From a purely self-promotional standpoint he needs to reveal himself to become more likeable, but how does he do that without offending? He’s been blessed by God but others cannot be unless they accept.
Um, okay, if you say so. You might want to avoid those links if you’re at the office.