Working on my German car’s brakes, and then drinking Cuban beverages.
What is it with that Duchamp guy already?
I mean, is it a urinal, or is it art?
Maybe both.
The Devil You Know
A brief discussion on The Well lead me to consider my favorite devils, Satans, Lucifers, etc. IMDB is your friend.
First, there are the comedy devils:
- Mel Blanc (various WB cartoons)
- Trey Parker (South Park, 1997)
Then we’ve got traditional-film-treatments:
- Lon Chaney, Jr. (Devil’s Messenger, 1961). There’s something inevitable about this.
- Donald Pleasence (The Greatest Story Ever Told, 1965), 20 years before he chased that slasher over and over.
- Robert Judd (Crossroads, 1986). Nobody remembers him; Judd died before the film was released, but his Legbah/Scratch was pleasantly over the top. Plus, he threatened Ralph Macchio, so what’s not to like?
- Viggo Mortensen (Prophecy, 1995, opposite Christopher Walken). It’s probably best not to remind Aragorn of his past work.
- Gabriel Byrne (End of Days, 1999). Of course, Arnie wins in the film, but we all know that if he can survive the whole of the Chicago mob chasing him as a compulsive gambler and dipsomaniac, one slurring commando wouldn’t have stopped him.
A few are Just Plain Weird:
- Danny Elfman (Forbidden Zone, 1980). I think we like it better when he just writes movie music.
- John Ritter (Wholly Moses, 1980). I never saw this, but there’s pretty much no way it’s not freaky.
- Harvey Keitel (Little Nicky, 2000). You know, Keitel playing the devil ought to be scary.
In this corner, we have the combination category of Remakes-or-Women:
- Elizabeth Hurley (Bedazzled, 2000). It’s possible Hurley didn’t totally embarrass herself here, but not likely; her 1967 antecedent was Peter Cook.
- Jennifer Love Hewitt (Devil and Daniel Webster, 2001). This is sort of a sick joke, given Walter Huston’s work in the 1941 original.
And now, the winners:
- The official Heathen Filmed Satan Champ is, of course, Robert De Niro (Angel Heart, 1987). I’ll never forgive Liz for making me watch the last 15 minutes of that film first.
- Heathen passes the TV prize to Roddy McDowall (on Fantasy Island, season 4 “The Devil and Mandy Breem.”). Damn you, Roarke!
- Finally, the “Thank God I’m Legal Now, Let’s Make a Movie!” Porn Devil winner is, of course, Traci Lords (New Wave Hookers, 1985). We’ve never seen this, of course. But we’re sure we’d like it.
If it were a few years ago, we’d assume it had something to do with that Malkovich film
Our attention has been called to a job posting on Craigslist in New York, reproduced here due to its no-doubt fleeting nature.
Discerning businessman is seeking highly skilled puppeteer to provide sophisticated entertainment daily. Somewhat flexible hours, but must be willing to make a full-time commitment. You must possess:You can provide your own puppets if you wish, or you can choose from my wide selection of models. Especially seeking individuals in possession of 19th century marionettes or exotic east asian varieties. I have a reasonably sized stage (13′ x 10′) set up in my living room with a wide variety of vintage backdrops for many different stories. Serious inquiries only please. Email your resume with cover letter and photograph of puppets.
- Excellent handwork
- Familiarity with marionette, stick and shadow puppets
- Ability to adapt to unusual puppets
- Subtle mastery of character
We should send Mohney to look into this.
Sure, he’s a bum and a punk, but a bar fighter? Who knew?
I mean, we figured former Pogues frontman Shane MacGowan was pretty much always too pickled to bother with a bar fight, but maybe not.
Shane MacGowan, former singer with the Irish folk rockers The Pogues, suffered facial injuries in a beating in a central London pub, a British newspaper reported. The Evening Standard said MacGowan, 46, was attacked by two men in the Joiners Arms pub. A spokesman for St. Thomas Hospital said MacGowan was admitted but left before receiving any treatment. A Metropolitan Police spokesman said two men were questioned, released on bail and ordered to return to a police station later this month. IHT
Having seen the aforelinked documentary “If I Should Fall From Grace” — which, if you’re a Pogues fan, you should see, and which you’ll almost regret seeing — we categorically dismiss the possibility that MacGowan said something to set the other blokes off. Why? Years of drink have left him entirely unintelligable when sober, and somewhere close to Brad-Pitt-in-Snatch-land once in his cup.
Would Professor Truth Farmer Silk lie to you?
Groove on over the PlayerAppreciate.com to get your Pimp Name, bitches.
So wrong, so very wrong
The Cutie Bunch Friendly Pal Pack is not at all a children’s tale. Unless your children are particularly twisted.
It is, however, deeply funny.
Dept. of Things That Should Not Be
Keanu Reeves as John Constantine.
Apotheosis or Nadir, part 2
Blogging has been derided as navel-gazing run amuck; if that’s the case, this is either its high point or low point: Bazima presents a sort of Harper’s index of her sexual history.
In the unlikely event you HAVEN’t heard of this guy
Wired’s June issue has a story about Good Eats host and geek-celeb chef Alton Brown. Enjoy.
Is it really worse now than it used to be?
The Decemberist takes a run at describing how the Senate works today vs. how it used to work.
In which we complain, and then fix it
Last week, my Palm died. Well, not completely; the digitizer won’t recognize any input, but other than that it’s fine — where “fine” means essentially unusable, anyway. I ordered a new Zire 72 from Amazon to replace it.
That’s when I discovered something HORRIBLE.
THEY CHANGED GRAFFITI.
This is NOT okay. I know why they did it — Xerox lawsuit and all that rot
— but goddammit, I’ve been using Graffiti since it was a product you bought
to make your original Newton usable, i.e. before the original Palm Pilots hit the market, which puts my initial mastery of the single-stroke alphabet at nearly a decade ago. I
do NOT want to take the time to learn new, “more intuitive” penstrokes,
especially when “more intuitive” is code for “slower.”
Fortunately, I’m clearly not the only one in this position; if you, like me, are vexed by this development, do this:
- Acquire access to an Original Graffiti (OG?) handheld.
- Use a tool like Filez to get access to the unseen ROM files.
- Beam Graffiti Library.prc and Graffiti Library_enUS.prc to your new handheld.
- Do a soft rest on the new handheld.
Bingo! Back to OG. A hard reset — i.e., back to factory virgin status — will
restore the new machine to the new heretical Graffiti, but why would you
want to do that?
Either the apotheosis or nadir of the form; we’re not sure which
In any case: Rodeohead.
Sort of a Sniglets for the Bush administration
Adam Felber lists a few new words coined as a result of this president’s shenanigans. We can’t decide if we like “yellowcake” (a sham or conterfeit. We thought we’d found Hitler’s diary, but it was just yellowcake) or “chalabi” (to dupe an unusually trusting victim. He was so confident about his billiards skills, it was easy to chalabi him.) better.
Wherein we reveal information bound to depress
No, it’s not about politics. Or global warming. Or economic doom. Or the war in Iraq.
No, it’s about the fact that from this list, which we can assume is reasonably cannonical, we learn that Creed have sold more records than The Police, Jimi Hendrix, the Beach Boys, or the Who.
Sigh.
Seriously, though, this chart would be more interesting if there were also columns for sales per year of activity and sales per album released, and then adjust both those for marketing dollars spent.
Brilliant Flash Satire Game
Well, theoretically, it’s a game — in perfect mid-80s console style — but it’s got the longest intro EVAR. Stick it out at least until Hulk Hogan, fat, unemployed He-Man, Mr. T, and R2-D2 team up to stop Bush, Cheney, and Voltron.
No, really. The first level boss is giant, robotic Tom Ridge. He has a duct tape gun. I couldn’t possibly make this up. It’s huge, and between fights the authors have included information on bits like the recession, the “surplus,” economic policy, the estate tax, stem cell research, etc.
Oh, and there’s a Hillary Duff Fingerbang sequence.
Not that you can GO there, of course
Here’s a map of Springfield, USA.
Because, up to now, we had no reason to type “protest panties”
The Axis of Eve has some undergarments you may find amusing.
Now he’s lost Clancy
Tom Clancy, that most Republican of military-fetishist authors, is now slamming Bush’s war in Iraq.
It’s sort of a foregone conclusion that Erin will love this
Modern furniture for pets.
Everyone else is on this; why not us?
So, here’s the primer on the whole Washingtonienne (cached copy) dustup, in the event you haven’t been brought up to speed.:
- There exists, or did, an anonymous blog called Washingtonienne, written apparently by a 24-year-old intern somewhere on the Hill, largely for the amusement of her friends.
- In said blog, the author was, er, particularly frank about her sex life on said Hill.
- In true American fashion, she was also frank about the fact that she accepted, er, gratuities for some of these liasons, and that the liasons in question occasionally included persons with rather prominent positions in government, though none were named explicitly (she used initials).
- Eventually (last week), of course, the blog goes public, linked initially and most (in)famously by the popular DC blog Wonkette (copiously, in fact: here’s a link to an omnibus post there).
- On the 21st, Wonkette interviewed Washingtonienne by phone, and identified her as Jessica Cutler. A day or so later, they have a much-publicized night on the town from which the picture at right is taken.
- Around the same time (and mentioned in the interview above), the occupational jig is up; her boss, identified as Sen. Mike DeWine (R-OH), fires her over “inappropriate use of Senate resources.” There’s a euphamism if ever I heard one, but we’re not sure her hoo-hah counts as a “Senate resource.” (Of course, the possibility remains that they were referring to staff computers, but it’s more fun to pretend otherwise.)
- The press orgy begins in earnest, complete with Post coverage and an interview — also featuring Wonkette — at Fox News, which is predictably SCANDALIZED by her behavior. More likely, they’re just sorry they didn’t think of the idea first.
- Busy bloggers continue to try to ascertain who here erstwhile companions were, including the aforementioned Wonkette and the improbably named I Love Jenna Bush. This part we suspect will be very fun to watch.
- Meanwhile, the Washington Post reports that a NY literary agency is interested in talking to Cutler about a tell-all, and a blog called The National Debate quotes rumors suggesting Playboy wants both Cutler and Ana Marie “Wonkette” Cox for a spread, supposedly verified by a postscript to a Post story stating Hefner’s enterprise had called looking for Cutler’s contact information. The NYPost ran a summary of the whole affair, along with their own pix, natch.
- Update: Wonkette is a property of Gawker Media, and another of their blog properties (NSFW) reports that they saw Cox at the water cooler, and that she, at least, is thus-far unaware of any nude pictorials in her future, which is of course a non-denial denial as far as Cutler herself is concerned.
Say it with me: I love this country.
Two from the Agonist
- A response to both the President’s speech last night, and to his administration’s ongoing behavior;
- Remember that poetry high school poetry controversy in New Mexico? Thankfully, it appears it’s been misrepresented — or, at the least, the school hasn’t been allowed to have its say. The Agonist is the first place I’ve seen this side of the story.
Hmmm, chocolate nipples
No, really, chocolate nipples.
Today’s first truly inappropriate thought
Hermione has boobs.
I can’t wait for the last films in this series, when Watson is a full-growed woman, and Radcliffe and Grint have deep voices and five o’clock shadow.
More proof that (a) Clear Channel sucks and (b) our patent system is fucked
The Great Satan known as Clear Channel has somehow acquired a patent on recording a concert live, and then selling CDs of the show on site. How, exactly, is “capturing a digital stream and sending it to a batch of CD burners” patentable?
More commentary at DNALounge.com and, of course, Slashdot.
No word yet if the Log Cabin Republicans will try to join up
The nutjobs at Christian Exodus want to entice thousands of like-minded fundies to move to a state (smart money’s on South Carolina) and take over its electorate so they can leave the Union and establish a theocracy.
Didn’t a good chunk of bigoted nutjobs try this, oh, 150 years ago? Think it’ll work any better not?
Dept. of Cool Science Stuff
Oddly enough, cornstarch-and-water behaves very, very strangely when shaken properly. (3.8MB Windows Media file)
What we should have done in the first damn place
Last night, Bush promised to demolish Abu Graib. While clearly a brazen political move, it’s still what should have been done a year ago; using Saddam’s torture central as, well, our own torture central makes it awful fucking hard to pretend we’re the good guys.
Then, at the last moment, Texas regains its senses. On this point, at least.
Remember that Unitarianism-isn’t-a-religion crap from last week? In the face of widespread condemnation, the comptroller — Carole Keeton Strayhorn — has reversed her position.
(Via Atrios and Off The Kuff.)
More things that don’t exist
How about some imaginary magazines?
The Ghost of TV Past
Remember that punk-rock Quincy episode? These people do, and have video caps.
Just you wait; the RIAA will be screaming bloody murder about this in no time
With Xingtone, it’s now possible to make custom ringtones from any digital sound file.
Paging Michael Powell
Monty Python’s written a little song for the FCC. God love ’em.
PS2? Played. Xbox? Old hat.
Go Old Skool, and hook up with the Atari Homebrew Movement. Yup; there are still people making new games for the grandaddy of consoles, despite the fact that you have to work in 6502 assembler to do it.
Wow.
Unlike the cameraphone edict, this may actually be the root of the problem
This Newsweek story discusses a post-9/11 Justice Dept. memo that insists, much to the consternation of the State Department, that the US need not follow international law or the Geneva Conventions where the Afghani and Iraqi prisoners are concerned. It does conclude, however, that these prisonoers could be tried in military tribunals for offenses against international law.
“Do as we SAY, not as we DO” has never been terribly convincing. On the international level, it’s also a terribly dangerous precedent to set.
It’s a nerd… It’s a brain… it’s GEEKMAN
No, really.
Heh.
Zenarchy.com offers a fine selection of satirical banners, of which we reproduce two below.


Another entry sure to irritate my attorney
The Democratic Underground offers this list of their top ten conservative idiots. Frankly, however, it’s awful hard to make a case that any of these positions have or had any merit at all.
It’s so crazy is JUST MIGHT WORK
Respectful of Otters — which is a great blog name — has some thoughts up on this innovative program in New York State. Basically, familes deemed at-risk are eligable for home nursing visits to help parents get on the right track; the visits begin before birth and continue until the child is two. The results (studied over 13 years) have been staggering. The big number is this: over the course of the program, researchers found it reduced child abuse and neglect by 79 percent.
Predictably, it’s woefully underfunded. However, it’s serving as a model for programs in 22 states, so there’s also that.
In which the Heathen discuss yet another Internet Snake Oil scheme
Several sites I review have mentioned a new “service” offered at DidTheyReadIt.com. Basically, these folks purport to offer a plan wherein the sender of an email can know, absolutely, 98% of the time, whether or not their email has arrived, if it’s been read, for how long, and where (geographically) the recipient is.
Sounds both compelling and a bit scary, doesn’t it? Well, here’s something else it is: BULLSHIT.
Now that’s a technical term, you understand, so let me break it down for you; I’d hoped a skeptical press would have done this for us, but the coverage so far has been fawning and utterly naive. Shouldn’t journalism — particularly technology journalism — involve more than quoting q press release?
Anyway, what they’re talking about is universal return-receipts. Closed email systems have offered these for years, which is why you can click “request receipt” in Outlook when you’re sending mail to Sally down the hall in Accounting. Even then, though, Sally (usually) has the option to cancel your return-receipt request. The important point, though, is that this works only in a homogenous system — i.e., where everyone uses the same email program — because there’s no universal way to request a return receipt. To make it work, requesting mail clients must add “headers” telling the receiving program that they want one, and the receiving program must understand those headers AND comply with the request.
This works fine when everyone uses the same program, and can even work for mail sent over Internet because the mail transfer mechanism of the Net doesn’t actually pay much attention to the message en route, so programs can add all sorts of information to the message without interfereing with its ability to get from A to B; a return-receipt request is just one example.
But what happens if you send mail requesting a return receipt to a person who doesn’t use a mail program that understands (or cares about) Outlook’s special headers? Nothing. They’re ignored. Put simply, to make universal return-receipt work, you’d have to create a universal return-receipt header standard, and then get every mail client to play along, which will never happen for a whole host of reasons.
So how are these folks doing it? Well, they’re not. They’re relying on a technique used widely by spammers to measure the rate at which a given piece of spam has been read. It’s not a terribly robust method, and it’s particularly poorly suited to this problem. The sender (or DTRI, in this case) adds a link to a particular image to the mail in question, and then waits for the web server to register a hit. A web request includes an IP, which can then be used to determine location (though only with very sloppy accuracy; if I dial in from Hawaii using an ISP in New York, it’ll show me in Manhattan — and at last count everyone on AOL looks like they’re in Reston, Virginia).
By configuring the web server’s handling of these images carefully, they can force a refresh every so often, and get a fairly inaccurate read for how long the mail was open. All in all, it’s terribly sloppy, and almost guaranteed to fail.
The core problem, though, is that for DTRI’s method to work, you must read your mail in HTML, which is by no means universal; we all know that Sally down the hall loves to send green-on-pink mail with a flower border, and frankly we’re sick of it. Fortunately, most mail programs can be configured to display the plaintext alternative (if there is one), or to ignore the bulk of the formatting, and it doesn’t take too many of Sally’s Happy-Hour messages to send us to this particular preferences menu.
Aside from that, though, there’s the issue of the image itself. Images can come with emails one of two ways: they can be included in the mail itself (which makes the mail huge), or they can be linked to images stored on a web server somewhere, which is what DTRI does. This is the real dealbreaker: even particularly promiscuous, insecure clients like Outlook no longer load non-embedded email images by default. It only takes one super-graphic porn spam to send most folks to that particular setting, in any case. Add to this the fact that its use by spammers makes a mail with such a link look like spam to automated filters, and you begin to see the problem.
Yup. That’s it; for this, DidTheyReadIt.com wants fifty bucks a year. I’ve got a better idea: if it’s really that important that you know if someone read a given communique, send it by registered mail. Not email; use the paper kind. It’s good for shit like this. Email is — and probably always will be — essentially asynchronous. Accept it. And don’t be taken in by charlatans like the folks at DidTheyReadIt.
(So why does this method work for spammers, or does it? I’d say it probably does, because they’re measuring something else. DTRI wants to measure individual mails, but a spammer just wants to know if some of his mail got through the increasingly-elaborate filter gauntlet. He can afford to assume that only a small percentage of those who read his mail loaded the image, and extrapolate a more accurate “read rate” based on his hits. For obvious reasons, this is worthless to DTRI.)
More
A little surfing led me to a couple other services purporting to offer precisely the same service: ReadNotify.com and MessageTag.com. Neither of these will work any better than DidTheyReadIt.com; all the information above applies to them, too.
Also, it looks like ZDNet actually has reasonable coverage, referring to the web bug technique as dead technology. Heh.
Finally, Rummy does something about the abuse scandal
He’s banned digital cameras, cameraphones, and the like from military installations in Iraq.
Hey, Don? I’m pretty sure that’s solving the wrong problem. Accountability is good; it was the absence of such that enabled the abuse scandal, and only the existance of the clandestine photos made the truth undeniable.
With patriots like these, who need enemies?
Halliburton subsidiary KBR has been billing the government for driving empty trucks around Iraq — on trips through hostile territory.
Sure, there are other Flash cartoon sites, but how many of ’em have one of these?
The Homestar Runner Wiki has all you need to know.
Who cares if it’s true? We believe it anyway.
Twenty years ago, Andy Kaufman died. Maybe.
We’re assuming they’re just trying to proove they can embarrass us as much as our home state
The Texas State Comptroller has decided that Unitarianism isn’t a religion, at least for tax purposes, because it “does not have one system of belief.” Accordingly, the Denison Unitarian Church has been denied tax-exempt status in Texas.
Perhaps representing some theoretical limit of nerdism
It seems unlikely that this will settle the apparently-endless Trek vs. Dr Who debate, it does seem likely that a number of other, ancillary conclusions may be drawn from its sheer existence.
It would be ungentlemanly to speculate about the proportion of these conclusions that concern the existence, or lack thereof, of the author’s social life.
Reason No. 342 why Perl is better than PHP
Granted, this is probably like preaching to the choir, but still…
Not that we need it, mind you, but it could come in handy
The Swearsaurus could prove useful, should we find ourselves needing to communicate saltily in, say, Albanian. (Via Tendentious.org.)
In which the term “wonky accounting” is given new meaning
You know all the whining the RIAA is doing about record sales being down? Turns out it ain’t necessarily so, as they actually sold more in Q1 ’04 than in Q1 ’03.
Forget the confusing percentages, here’s an oversimplified example: I shipped 1000 units last year and sold 700 of them. This year I sold 770 units but shipped only 930 units. I shipped 10% less units this year. And this is what the RIAA wants the public to accept as “a loss.”