Warren Ellis suggests you investigate 6 or 7 Popes, being the adventures of
- Birthday Pope!
- Chocolate Pope!
- Pope Benedict XVI
- Space Pope
- Ape Pope
and
- The Two Tiny Popes
Enjoy.
Warren Ellis suggests you investigate 6 or 7 Popes, being the adventures of
and
Enjoy.
Sriracha is in the New York Times today. Turns out, it’s made in LA, and is more or less an American thing — though it was created by a Vietnamese immigrant.
Bynkii, under the heading “Some People Shouldn’t See Movies That Aren’t Documentaries,” discusses Star Trek fan neepery:
Now people are bitching about the size and kind of CANYON that a young Jim Kirk drives a late-60s Corvette off of.
Stop watching Science Fiction.
Not only is it just a little too hard for you, but you completely overlook the real crime of the scene:
THE LITTLE BASTARD LIVED AFTER TRASHING A GORGEOUS CAR LIKE THAT.
Shit…”where to you find canyons like that in Iowa”. Fuck, what’s next “You can’t go faster than the speed of light, and transporters are bullshit”. Thats just trying to find shit to not like about a movie. I bet most of these fuckers are “Lost” fans too. Note: “Lost” fans cannot, under any circumstances complain about continuity, reality, or logic errors. They have no moral highground whatsoever.
Spare us all. Just stop seeing anything that isn’t “The Bridges of Madison County” or gay cowboys eating pudding.
(Emphasis added.)
Astute Heathen know of HeathenCentral’s longtime affection for Robert B. Parker’s Spenser novels. They’re hyperliterate for genre, well constructed and plotted, and make for excellent diversionary reading; not everything we consume has to be Infinite Jest, after all.
Anyway, there’s been a sort of almost Bondian problem creeping into the Spenser continuum for a while now, namely that the detective in question debuted as a 37-year-old Korean War vet in 1973’s The Godwulf Manuscript, and even at the charitable 2-for-1 aging math suggested by fansite Bullets and Beer would have to be 50 by now. Parker has already subtly retconn’d some aspects of Spenser’s backstory, such as his military history — obviously a 50-year-old in 2009 wasn’t even in Vietnam, let alone Korea — but that’s a band-aid on a problem that’s only getting bigger.
So what’s a guy to do? The novels are still fun, but he’s running out of runway, so to speak. Turns out the answer is the same one Eon Productions found for Bond back in 2005, kinda: Parker has released a “young Spenser” novel called Chasing the Bear set prior to his Bostonian adventures. The Boston PI’s been without a backstory, really, for even longer than Wolverine; “young adult” pitch or not, it’s probably a fun read. (Fortunately, Parker’s not giving up on modern Spenser, either; a new contemporary work comes out in October.)
Palm will launch its much-anticipated and possibly make-or-break phone two days before Apple’s developer conference, where JobsCo is widely expected to drop new iPhone hardware and software.
Oops.
Over at JWZ’s LJ, there’s a long-exposure video of the galactic center moving across the sky.
Online acquaintance Laura Lemay details her ongoing problem with deer in her rural California garden. Enjoy.
Over at Gizmodo, the reviewer pulls no punches in his indictment of a particular brand. Not model; the entire brand. The article’s title is “Why TomTom Sucks.”
If TomTom isn’t willing to address its products’ fundamental problems, it deserves to fail in this business. Does that sound heartless? What’s heartless is foisting sub-par hardware on unsuspecting moms and pops, who don’t have the privilege of testing a bunch of stuff side by side. Because I have a heart, and care about your hard-earned money, it’s my duty to tell you—and your mom and dad—to avoid TomTom like the freakin’ plague. (In case you were wondering, Garmins are still the best—even the cheap ones.)
Heathen haven’t done a serious survey of the products from TomTom, Garmin, and Magellan, but we can say that the Hertz rental GPS (Magellan) lags significantly behind the aging portables offered by National (Garmin), and that TomToms we’ve seen in shops seem, well, hokey. When we buy, it’ll be Garmin.
Lorenzo Llamas and Debbie Gibson star in Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus:
Quoth Will: “I genuinely don’t know whether to shit or go blind.” True, Will, true. Direct to DVD on May 19. Who’s with me?
This is how Idiot America engages itself. It decides, en masse, with a million keystrokes and clicks of the remote control, that because there are two sides to every question, they both must be right, or at least not wrong. And the words of an obscure biologist carry no more weight on the subject of biology than do the thunderations of some turkeyneck preacher out of Christ’s Own Parking Structure in DeLand, Florida. Less weight, in fact, because our scientist is an “expert” and therefore, an “elitist.” Nobody buys his books. Nobody puts him on cable. He’s brilliant, surely, but no different from the rest of us, poor fool.
On a Saturday. During an Alabama game:
Stay with it ’til the end.
HeathenPix of ArtCar 2009 are now up at Flickr.
If you’re a member of my tribe, you should definitely read A Brief, Incomplete, and Mostly Wrong History of Computer Languages.
A couple gems:
1964 – John Kemeny and Thomas Kurtz create BASIC, an unstructured programming language for non-computer scientists.
1965 – Kemeny and Kurtz go to 1964.
and
1972 – Dennis Ritchie invents a powerful gun that shoots both forward and backward simultaneously. Not satisfied with the number of deaths and permanent maimings from that invention he invents C and Unix.
and of course
1980 – Alan Kay creates Smalltalk and invents the term “object oriented.” When asked what that means he replies, “Smalltalk programs are just objects.” When asked what objects are made of he replies, “objects.” When asked again he says “look, it’s all objects all the way down. Until you reach turtles.”
When I was a kid, the best tie-in toy had nothing to do with Star Wars. Sure, the Death Star playset was cool, but nothing from Lucasland could compete with the Enterprise kit’s “functional” transporter. Spin the box, hit the button, and Kirk’s gone planet-side. Plus, the Trek toys were pre-shrinkray — 8 or 12 inches tall instead of tiny and cheap like the Star Wars figures. (Let’s not even talk about what they did to G.I. Joe.)
Turns out, it’s back, and so are vintage figures. I’m not really a fill-my-office-with-SF-toys guy, but for this, I may make an exception.
Someone took a 30-minute exposure, in the dark, of their Roomba’s path through their room. Neat.
The Clayton iHouse.
Photodocumentation of Birthdayfest ’09 at Chez Jarzosaki is now available. Enjoy.
The poet Mary Karr was involved for years with David Foster Wallace, and is widely considered the real-world inspiration for the P.G.O.A.T. (“Prettiest Girl Of All Time”) a.k.a. Joelle Van Dyne in Infinite Jest.
The same article that brought me this gem also noted something else utterly fantastic: DFW had footnotes on his tattoos.
(Also, fans of certain artists should make sure they don’t miss the reference by commenter #8.)
Treme, David Simon’s new show about New Orleans post-Katrina, has been picked up by HBO.
Dom DeLouise is dead; I’m not sure what shocks me more: that he’s dead, or that he was seventy five. Something else I learned from the obit: He was in Fail-Safe.
Here he is with Dean Martin in a sketch that was apparently much, much funnier at the time. On the other hand, the outtakes from Cannonball Run are still hilarious. (Which reminds us of this delightful and perfect homage from The State.)
I’m already into the 2nd elite tier of Hyatt’s frequent-guest program.
Amusingly, Hyatt is supporting the ongoing devaluation of precious metals in such contexts; rather than having levels at Silver, Gold, and Platinum, they use Gold, Platinum, and Diamond.
Some marketing douche thinks he’s clever for that.
A challenge facing any Journey coverband is finding someone who can sing as high as Perry. One option? Use a 9-year-old:
Granted, his career’s over as soon as his balls drop, but he’s good for a couple years anyway.
This link to Bakon Vodka. Mmmm, Bacon.
I think I like the dart the best. Check it out. Via Agent Ed.
How to brew beer in a coffee maker, using only materials commonly found on a modestly sized oceanographic research vessel, courteously supplied by Agent Rob.
Turns out, it’s the first of May, and Jonathan Coulton has a song about it. NSFW, but funny as hell.
NPR is reporting that David Souter may retire, thereby giving BHO his first shot at the Court.
Excellent.
Why is anyone surprised that someone as self-evidently vapid and useless as a beauty pageant runner-up has absurd and stupid opinions? Good Christ, she probably still believes in the Easter Bunny, and — if her colleagues are any indication — has at best a tenuous command of current events.
A lovely tale, over at National Geographic, of a man and his bear.
How about a wind-up vibrator, free of all those nasty batteries?
In Belize. On the beach. No software in bait shops. No airports, either. And only bugs I can physically quash with one flip-flop.
Bait shop.
Arlen Spector has crossed the aisle. When Senator-elect Franken is seated, the Dems will be filibuster-proof.
Here We Are In Clowntown, a photo-documentary prominently featuring many Heathen. Enjoy.
Not coincidentally, they’re also the only ones we’ve seen with Hunter Thompson on them.
A previously NDA’d feature of Windows 7 has finally gone public; basically, Win7 comes with a virtualization-based “XP mode” that creates a virtual machine to host any apps that can’t run in a post-XP environment.
The real bonus here is that it allows Microsoft, like Apple before them, to make a break with backward compatibility. OS X was a quantum leap over System 9 precisely because they made no real effort to allow backward compatibility outside a “compatibility box” that was the next best thing to virtualization (since virtualization wasn’t really an option 9 years ago).
Microsoft has, so far, not made the same kind of break with the past, and that’s hamstrung the evolution of the platform. If they do this right, they’ll be able to make the same kind of leap with 7 or whatever comes after 7 that Apple made in 2000.
This is a good thing for everyone; I’m not a huge Windows fan, but I want Microsoft in the race in the same way I want the GOP in the race. Competition is good for everybody.
A California woman decided to have a bit of fun with her ten-year high school reunion, so she hired a stripper to impersonate her as a struggling artist trailed by a film crew working on a “documentary” while she watched from a nearby hotel room and fed the imposter names and anecdotes via a hidden earpiece to sell the scheme.
FanTAStic. She’s shopping the whole thing as a film now.
Owing apparently to the departure of Northwest from the market, the Kansas City Airport’s C terminal now features ZERO food or drink vendors inside security. Nada. Nothing.
Since there are also no water fountains, it’s impossible to take water aboard a plane. Congrats, MCI, you’re Heathen’s new choice for Suckiest Airport in the Country. Even Jackson, Mississippi, sucks less.
The implications of the recently released torture memos are fairly deep and significant, but the press at large isn’t boiling it down or providing any real analysis. Fortunately, at least one person is paying attention. Paul Krugman breaks it down for you thusly:
Let’s say this slowly: the Bush administration wanted to use 9/11 as a pretext to invade Iraq, even though Iraq had nothing to do with 9/11. So it tortured people to make them confess to the nonexistent link.
There’s a word for this: it’s evil.
Not much more to say about it, is there? Our government, working in our name, tortured people to get them to admit to things that weren’t true to justify a war unrelated to the assault we suffered on 9/11. And thus far utterly no one has been held accountable.
Bill “Wrong About Everything” Kristol just won $250K from some conservative group despite being demonstrably wrong just about every time he’s opened his mouth in the last 8 years.
What is wrong with these people?
Penny Arcade takes on Rock Bank sub-branding.
It seems unreasonable that it takes Butcher like 2 years to write these things, but only takes me a few hours to read them.