“They low down, they dirty, they some snitches…”
AT&T Is Still Trying To Fuck You
So AT&T has this new “microcell” product out, and I think it’s pretty poorly understood. I say that because there’s no way rational people would accept AT&T’s pricing if they understood how it works and what it does.
The pitch is simple: If you put one of these $149 devices in your home, you’ll have better cell service there. This part is true, but the next part is nefarious: AT&T wants to charge you, one way or another, for the calls that are routed over this device.
If you have no idea how they work, this probably seems reasonable, but let Uncle Heathen explain something to you: The AT&T Microcell is an example of the femtocell class of devices. They work by being, basically, a short-range cellular-to-Internet bridge. The device, about the size of a wifi router, works as a short range cell tower that covers (basically) your home, and which only works for certain phones. It then routes the calls placed by those (in-range) phones not over the cell network, but instead over your broadband connection and thence to the AT&T mothership for completion.
That’s a pretty neat trick, obviously, but leave it to AT&T to turn a technology boon into a way to rape their customers one more time. Calls routed via femtocell never touch the AT&T wireless network, and yet AT&T wants to either count those minutes against your allotment, or charge you a monthly fee ($20) for “unlimited” Microcell minutes.
That’s astonishingly brazen, and completely full of shit. An iPhone on another carrier simply cannot get here quickly enough. I know they’re all sociopathic greedheads, but I’m tired of giving this particular pile of jackasses my money.
Brilliant and Depressing
In Scissors for Hitler, Fred Clark explains how issues bubble through American society.
At last!
Igor arrives:
I am: Cautiously Optimistic
Ron Howard and Akiva Goldsman may be bringing Stephen King’s Dark Tower to TV and film in an unprecedented cross-medium project.
Given the breadth of the story, an approach like this is really the only way it could be done without killing it, and long-form King has worked before — but The Stand is a skinny pulp novel compared to the Dark Tower.
The jokes just write themselves
As a consequence of a staph outbreak, the Tennessee football team is getting lessons in bathing.
The cats would hate it, but other than that it sounds awesome
I’m really sick of this
Not as sick as I was before, when it came with a host of other policies I found equally repugnant, but the Obama administration’s position on state secrets is just as antithetical to liberty as Bush’s. Frankly, I blame folks like Bush, Cheney, Addington, etc., who promulgated the notion of the imperial presidency so ceaselessly for eight years. Presidents of any stripe are loathe to release power; I noted at the time that such power grabs were likely to be permanent, and this is ongoing proof thereof.
Dammit.
How to tell if you’re an idiot
You’re the pastor of the First Baptist Church of Dallas.
Pastor Robert Jeffress of the First Baptist Church of Dallas gave a sermon a few weeks ago saying, among other things: “The deep, dark, dirty secret of Islam: It is a religion that promotes pedophilia — sex with children.”
At long last: Vacation Pix
Check ’em out; also includes Erin’s half marathon in Chicago.
Usually, lists are stupid
But this list of the 50 worst ideas in sports history is pretty good, especially, including the DH, penalty kicks, Caddyshack II, Boise State’s blue field, sudden death OT, dog fighting, charging the mound against Nolan Ryan, and the BCS, about which they say:
Here’s a good rule of thumb for “how do I know if I’ve got a bad idea”:
If — in this highly politicized world in which professional politicians guard every word they say, intent upon offending no one — the President of the United States is willing to go on national television and say that your system is bad and you need a playoff system, well, you may have a bad idea.
This seems like sage advice.
Don’t make old-timey Omar kill your ass.
(Still of the inimitable Michael K. Williams from the upcoming Boardwalk Empire.)
This is the coolest thing you’ll see for a while
Arcade Fire’s “video” for The Wilderness Downtown is a fascinating HTML5 site, best viewed with Google Chrome. Seriously, check this out. It helps if you remember your childhood address.
Don Draper consults his iPhone
These behind the scenes shots from Mad Men have some amusing anachronisms in them. Enjoy.
No. Just no.
We do not approve of this whisky:
James Gilpin is a designer and researcher who works on the implementation of new biomedical technologies. He’s also got type 1 diabetes, where his body doesn’t produce enough insulin to regulate blood sugar levels.
So he’s started a project called Gilpin Family Whisky, which turns the sugar-rich urine of elderly diabetics into a high-end single malt whisky, suitable for export.
“The most interesting sports column in the world”
Over at ESPN, Pat Forde brings the funny. Long, but worth it for the digression. (Good catch, Mr Acosta!)
We’re so fucking doomed
TBogg: Sigh.
It is almost like the terrorists unleashed an unstoppable stupidity toxin into American airspace on 9/11. Yes, I know people like this have always existed. but in the good old days they at least had the decency to stay indoors gorging on Slim Jims and 84oz buckets of Mr. Pibb while watching Raymond reruns.
Confidential To Heathen Climber Joe M., out on Galveston
Comment promptly, and I won’t tell anyone the band I just heard you win tickets to see on the radio.
Something Strange Is A Foot!
And for five minutes, it was actually cool to be at Iowa State
In response to a Facebook campaign, on August 27, Iowa State carillonneur (look it up) and associate professor of music Tin-Shi Tam played Bad Romance on the carillon. Enjoy. (Via MeFi.)
The 600 series had furry yellow skin. We spotted them easy.
Skynet’s gonna be really pissed about this, Mohney.
Your next computer, if you’re the right age and geeky enough
What you should have read by now
TalkingPointsMemo agrees with my previous assessment of The Looming Tower.
On the other hand, perhaps you already know as much as you need to know about mooslims.
Dept. of Awesome Old Ads
Lies and the Lying Liars Redux
Fred Clark over at Slacktivist lays the righteous smackdown on the Liar Tony Perkins of the Family Research Council, and it’s a beautiful thing.
Perkins appeared on Meet the Press opposite David Boies in the wake of the Prop 8 decision a week or so ago. Boies made absolute mincemeat of Perkins’ claims on camera:
“It’s easy to sit around and debate and throw around opinions — appeal to people’s fear and prejudice, cite studies that either don’t exist or don’t say what you say they do. In a court of law you’ve got to come in and you’ve got to support those opinions. You’ve got to stand up under oath and cross-examination. And what we saw at trial is that it’s very easy for the people who want to deprive gay and lesbian citizens the right to vote, to make all sorts of statements in campaign literature or in debates where they can’t be cross-examined.
“But when they come into court and they have to support those opinions and they have to defend those opinions under oath and cross-examination, those opinions just melt away. And that’s what happened here. There simply wasn’t any evidence. There weren’t any of those studies. There weren’t any empirical studies. That’s just made up. That’s junk science.
“… A witness stand is a lonely place to lie. And when you come into court, you can’t do that. And that’s what we proved. We put fear and prejudice on trial, and fear and prejudice lost.”
And that’s where Fred starts going to town:
In response, the Liar Tony Perkins, unable to support his assertions because they were not true, simply reasserted them. To any reasonable observer, this was not credible and the Liar Tony Perkins was exposed, yet again, as the Liar Tony Perkins.
But reasonable observers are not the Liar Tony Perkins’ target audience. “You can fool some of the people all of the time …” Abraham Lincoln said, and the Liar Tony Perkins never stuck around to hear the rest. He had found his calling.
Go read the whole thing.
Dear Mississippi: Please stop making me say “GODDAMMIT!”
The middle school in Nettleton, Mississippi, has rules limiting class offices by race.
Grades 6, 7, and 8 all have four offices (president, vice president, secretary-treasurer, and reporter). Black students may run for 6th grade reporter, 7th grade secretary-treasurer, and 8th grade reporter and vice president. The other offices are reserved for white students.
(As you might expect, Nettleton is in the ass-end of nowhere even by Mississippi standards, somewhere south of Tupelo. Which is also, come to think of it, the same area of the state that gave us the Constance McMillen/Itawamba prom fiasco. What the hell is wrong with you people in northeastern Mississippi?)
Do not feed the alligators. They will bite you.
Your Friday Awesome
This just smokes: Talking Heads, “Born Under Punches,” live performance, from nineteen eighty. That’s Adrian Belew, apparently, on guitar, and “oh my God I can’t breathe Tina Weymouth looks so much like an angel. A gorgeous, muscular, platinum blonde angel” on bass. (Via Merlin, who is also the source of the Tina quote.)
This astounding sort of complex multilayered music is still arresting and unusual today, but compare it to, say, the top records of 1980 to get an idea of how weird it was thirty years ago. Make time for this today, especially if your name is “Frank” or “Mike” or “Rick.”
Here ends my hopes for a recurring “Give Up The Ham” sketch
Will Forte is leaving SNL after 8 seasons.
Mmm, owls
These owls are hungover. YA RLY.
(Via MamaNia)
How Not To Run A Half Marathon
13 Beers in 13 Miles beggars belief, although he does claim to finish.
Of course, his time suggests a 23 minute mile, or about as fast as my grandmother.
Here’s something I’ll bet you didn’t know
The delightful 1999 film The Iron Giant was actually an adaptation of The Iron Man, an illustrated novel published by the poet Ted Hughes in 1968, and previously reworked as a rock opera by Pete Townshend in 1989.
Hughes, of course, is perhaps more famous for being Sylvia Plath’s widower; it’s said that The Iron Man was partially written for his children in the wake of her 1963 suicide.
Our Next Vacation
San Francisco has a brand new attraction: The House of Air, an indoor trampoline park. Check it out.
The Suck Begins Early for the Texans
LSU standout (insanely, track-star fast) wide-receiver and sixth-round pick Trindon Holliday is out for the season with a broken thumb.
It should not escape notice that Holliday is out for the season before the season has actually started.
Go Houston Sports Team! Go! Choke! Fail!
I can’t tell if this is awful or awesome
Age of the Dragons is, I shit you not, a medieval, landlocked dragon-hunting adaptation of “Moby Dick” starring Danny Glover.
Star Wars Uncut is complete!
The fan-sourced compilation of very short Vimeo clips can be viewed here. Don’t skip the “top 50 scenes.”
You will never be this swingin’
In another world, all these films were awesome
IO9 gives us alternate universe sci-fi film posters, and they are BRILLIANT.
ZOMG YES.
Don’t you need a flamethrower trombone?
Cee-Lo Has A Message For You
F**K YOU. NSFW, but really toe-tappingly fantastic.
Dept. of Delayed Correspondence
Twenty years ago, Teresa signed up for Wil Wheaton’s fan club — except she never got her packet. Somehow, it got lost. Understandably, she was upset.
She got her packet last week, along with a letter from Wil addressed to “8 year old Teresa.” Win.
20% of you are idiots.
You knew it was inevitable
Lady Gaga Kidnaps Commissioner Gordon:
GOTHAM CITY — Supervillain Lady Gaga brazenly abducted Commissioner James Gordon from a charity fundraiser Tuesday, leaving police baffled and the citizens of Gotham fearing for their safety. Known for her outlandish costumes and geometric polygon hair, the criminal madwoman made a daring escape from Arkham Asylum last week and has been taunting authorities by interrupting television broadcasts ever since. “If you ever want to see Commissioner Gordon again, you’ll do exactly as I say,” Lady Gaga said from her secret lair, adjusting her angular yellow Tyvek and spandex dress as henchmen danced menacingly around the bound commissioner. While the kidnapping occurred at stately Wayne Manor, home of playboy jet-setter Bruce Wayne, the eccentric billionaire was not available for comment.
This is beyond awesome
Comics Alliance gives us covers from Great Comics That Never Happened. Here’s an example:
KTRU, Where Are You?
So Rice sold the parts of KTRU that make it a “radio station” (transmitter, tower) to UH so that, ostensibly, UH can have two public radio outlets: One for full-time classical music, and one for full-time NPR news programming — all for the low, low price of $9.5 million.
I don’t really have a dog in this fight. I didn’t go to either school, and I’ve never been a real fan of KTRU beyond just sort of appreciating it existed — there’s just so much amateur, narrow-cast radio I have time for in my life. Plus, my own radio time has pretty much been “in the car only” for twenty years; at home, there are just way better options than radio.
All that said, the shitsplosion around this development seems to miss some points, and I am of course just egotistical enough to think I have something to add by enumerating them.
- Protesting to UH is irrelevant
- They’re just buying what Rice had on sale. Rice is the organization to be pissed at if you’re upset about this, but the way Rice’s administrators have gone about this probably means not even a focused and widespread alumni protest could stop it.
- Rice doesn’t care
- See above. Unless you went there and give them (lots of) money, my bet is they don’t give a rat’s ass what you think. KTRU only had 50,000 watts because of a goofy event 20 years ago; in many ways, that may have doomed them, since a more traditionally-powered college station probably wouldn’t have been as interesting to UH.
- Shitting on classical music is a nonstarter
- Some KTRU partisans are upset that their baby is getting smothered to make way for stuffy old classical music. This is not an argument that will make you any friends. There *is* a legitimate argument to be made that Houston needs better classical programming (KUHF rarely plays anything interesting), and also a legitimate argument to be made that a national format for yet another station stifles local voices.
- Shitting on NPR as “mainstream?” Really?
- KTRU fans upset that they’re losing local space on the dial have a point, but insisting that NPR is somehow just another part of the broken mainstream news landscape is pretty silly. It’s the only national news outlet with anything like both journalistic standards and a progressive point of view, and Houston’s been poorer because of how little of this content KUHF airs.
- That said, a call-in current-events show will suck no matter what the audience
- NPR’s “Talk of the Nation” is only marginally less cringeworthy than any right-wing show. Exchange crystal-gazing moonbats for cryptofascists and you’re most of the way there. There’s a reason those people on the phone aren’t on the radio already.
- On the plus side, afternoon naps seem more likely
- Seriously, which is more soporific: Ambien or Diane Rehm?
- I have very little hope that anything programmed at UH won’t suck
- I’m sick to death of their local “news” breaks during NPR programs, wherein some trainee reads a “local story” that is *obviously* a barely-edited press release. I’ve groused for years that I’d pay money to get a pure national NPR feed with NO local voices at all because of how awful the KUHF local content is; it was a tremendous shock to me when I moved here from **Tuscaloosa, Alabama** and discovered that big-city Houston’s NPR affiliate was worse than Alabama’s in every measurable way. If we’re losing KTRU, I’m all for getting a full-time NPR station, but I’m nearly certain local voices at UH will insist on interrupting the professional programming with local blather there, too.
- That goes for the classical station, too
- Ibid.
- Wait. You’re telling me people still give a shit about terrestrial radio?
- This is the elephant in the room. Radio is an almost total wasteland. I never listen to anything but NPR or, sometimes (depending on programming) KPFT, and that’s only ever in the car. In my office, my own music or podcasts or Internet radio brings me vastly more choice than any local station could. If I spent more time in my car, I’d pony up for Sirius for the same reason. All the KTRU love is great, but I think it’s mostly nostalgia and not grounded in a real worry about scarcity of, say, easily accessible outlets for weird jazz or Greek music or whatever.
Draft 1: This is one of those times I’m sure I’m going to edit this later.
Because you thought Starcraft was too easy
AChron is a “real-time strategy” game that includes time travel within the game itself.
ROL TIDE!
I’m so friggin’ proud I can hardly stand it:
BEST TWEET EVAR.
Here:
This makes sense how?
The RIAA and National Association of Broadcasters are trying to create a legal mandate for cell phones to have FM radios in them.
This is the modern communications equivalent of buggy-whip makers trying to get congress to force Henry Ford to bundle whips with the Model T. Whisky. Tango. Foxtrot.
I love LieBlog so much.
David Lynch and Joss Whedon to Collaborate on Sex and the City Remake:
David Lynch and Joss Whedon announced in an interview with SkyMall today that they are embarking on a long-awaited, must-see collaboration–a remake of Sex and the City! The pilot episode will be shown on HBO on September 10, 2011.
The remake, entitled “Sex and the Countryside” will be a faithful plotline-by-plotline, problem-by-problem, episode-by-episode remake of Sex and the City, but will be set in the 1620s English countryside, and every character will be played by a sheep, except God, who will be played by Steve Buscemi.
Since fashion played such a large role in the original series, SkyMall saw it fit to ask whether the sheep will wear clothes. Whedon laughed, and Lynch rolled his eyes and commented “Every role except that of God will be played ovinely. Fashion had a role; fashion too will be played ovinely.”
“Ovinely means, played by a sheep,” offered Whedon, helpfully.