Dept. of Distressingly Large Insects

These things are fucking ridiculous — people call them “tree lobsters,” for Christ’s sake — but the good news is that they only live on one tiny island off the coast of Australia.

Or, rather, that USED to be the case. Some do-gooder environmentalists have bred the damn things with the intention of releasing them into a wider habitat, clearly without checking with the human residents of wherever that might be.

Blofeld’s Winter Home

This is all over the web, so you may have seen it, but I’m running it here on the off chance you haven’t because it is MADE OF AWESOME. I mean, how many abandoned flying-saucer monuments to communism can there really BE in the world, anyway? (This one’s in Bulgaria.)

In Which We Clean Out A Closet

This is what we found:

Disks

A bit of commentary, left to right, top to bottom:

Microsoft Windows
Heathen with good eyes can tell that’s disk 1 for Windows 3.1, which was the first really modern version. It still shocks me that the move from 3.0 to 3.1 didn’t inspire a major-number release, but whatever.
AOL
“Why Chief Heathen, what are you doing with this?” Well, kids, everyone needs coasters.
Lotus Agenda
Sadly, it’s just the print disk, which is a story in and of itself (back before Windows, every program needed its own printer driver, kids; imagine what a delightful world THAT was!). Agenda was seriously groundbreaking and awesome, so of course few folks could figure out how to use it. It was soon replaced by the bone-stupid Lotus Organizer, whose tacky faux-leather presentation was sadly resurrected for OSX Lion’s Address Book and Calendar.
Microsoft Word
5.0 for DOS. The last good version of Word.
Visual Basic
There was NEVER a good version of Visual Basic.
PFS Professional Write
Broken on the rocks of the Word-WordPerfect duopoly in the late 80s, PFS was nevertheless the first PC word processor I really used. Then I found Word (supra). I know it may be hard to grasp for you youngsters, but MS Word really did win its market by being better — as opposed to winning by default, which is what Windows networking did, or winning because the opponent was stupid, which is what Excel did.

Naturally, I have no device in my home that will read any of these disks.

Today In Distilled Stupid

Warner Home Entertainment has a new plan for how consumers can easily and safely — and affordably! — convert their DVDs to digital files for use on other devices! Let us rejoice!

Public Knowledge has the punchline and a takedown, because this approach is so hilariously far of the mark as to make us wonder if it’s some sort of performance art.

For the lazy (and who among Heathen Nation isn’t?), here’s their plan:

  1. Have DVD
  2. Drive to local brick-and-mortar store offering “Disc to Digital” services
  3. Pay shop for conversion
  4. Hope conversation clerk knows what the hell they’re doing
  5. Wait for conversion
  6. Receive digital copy almost certainly locked so as to play only on studio-approved devices
  7. Drive home
  8. Hope it works

What people are actually already doing, of course, is somewhat simpler:

  1. Have DVD
  2. Download free software
  3. Run conversion to commonly accepted format for use on laptop, iPad, etc. without regard to studio preferences, and without having to pay any more money.

The studios, of course, hate that this second alternative exists, and that people do it all the time despite the fact that it’s technically illegal under the Digital Millennium Copyright Act.

It seems unlikely that “Disc to Digital” will be very successful, but I could be wrong. Some people are voting for Santorum, after all.

A very, very long way from Deadwood

From The Awl we get the altogether bizarre information that, in 1992, Ian McShane recording an album of mellow covers called “From Both Sides Now.” Included are such hits as “Really Love To See You Tonight” and, freakishly, “The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway” from Genesis.

Even worse, apparently at no point does the record include the word “cocksucker.” My head hurts now.

(Do I really need to tell you a link on the word “cocksucker” isn’t safe for work?)

It’s like an actual living definition of “bad faith”

The empathetic take on the pro-life movement is something I think few on the other side give much thought to, but it goes like this: If life really does begin at conception, and that single-celled embryo is a fully ensouled being, then pretty much any position on the issue other than “no abortions, ever, except maybe in medically necessary scenarios” becomes untenable.

Now, it should not escape notice that taking this position means you disagree with the notoriously liberal (?) American Medical Association about when biochemical life begins, but it is what it is: if this is where you are with the issue, then there are really no options for you if you’re an ethical person.

However, it’s not as simple as “gosh, if this is what all those folks believe, no wonder they act this way.” In fact, it’s worse than that, because while this is clearly the argument they’d like to make, it’s also abundantly clear that they don’t actually believe anything of the sort. They want to make this argument, but they have no interest in any implications of the argument beyond control of the reproductive process. Put another way, their actions (and lack thereof) make it abundantly clear that they only care about the single-celled embryos inasmuch as they allow control over women. Other contexts where such embryos are endangered, or in which they die, are completely uninteresting to them.

Read both links.

Churches sure love hatin’ on them gays

I guess the folks out at Grace Church in the Woodlands got tired of being the other Houston megachurch, so they’ve decided to make a play for being Houston’s most homophobic megachurch by calling out Mayor Parker for her stance on gay marriage.

Local columnist Charles Kuffner may have the best take:

Unless Pastor Riggle believes Mayor Parker is going to take over the County Clerk’s office and give out marriage licenses as she sees fit, and also take over the Attorney General’s office to prevent any consequences for that, I’m puzzled as to what exactly he thinks she is doing that is wrong. Well, except for the fact that he thinks being gay is icky, because it forces him to spend so much time thinking about what gay people do so he can always be in a state of disapproval about it. You really should be more considerate to the gay-obsessed pastors of the world, Mayor Parker.

On voting Republican

This about sums it up.

Seriously, I get that there exist fiscal conservatives with whom rational discourse is possible. I even know one or two. Where the disconnect happens is when some of these people support the GOP as it exists in 2012. Essentially zero secular fiscal conservatives exist in the Republican Party, and none of have any power or influence on the GOP’s direction, platform, or actions. The near-perfect “party discipline” imposed on Republican elected officials means that opinions outside the platform are essentially irrelevant.

There is no room for you in this party if you would take steps to allow gay Americans to marry. There is no room for you in this party if you think global warming is a problem worth addressing. There is no room for you in this party if you think we should work to ensure access to health care for all Americans, like every other modern democracy. And most of all, there is clearly no room for you in the GOP if you are at all interested in repudiating the excesses of its most conservative, most reactionary, and most hateful segments, because doing so might alienate the base. And so it remains in the GOP’s best interest to encourage precisely those excesses.

Vote GOP, you’re voting for more or less exactly what comes out of Mitch McConnell’s mouth, which differs from what Rick Santorum says only by slight degrees.

This country needs a functional conservative party that actually IS conservative and not some sort of frightening theocratic anti-science, anti-gay, anti-immigrant clusterfuck. It would be nice if the GOP filled that role, but it’s abundantly clear where they’ve made their bed.

It has been suggested…

…that I whiffed a golden opportunity yesterday re: the deaths of certain jackasses, but in truth I was just super busy.

We are better off without the likes of Andrew Breitbart on this earth, and who knows? Maybe God agreed. Breitbart created controversies for personal gain by selectively and dishonestly editing videotapes, and then calling it “journalism.” He was more interested in personal enrichment and a broken, fundamentally selfish and un-American ideology than in anything else. I was criticized in private correspondence yesterday for dancing on his grave, but the likes of Breitbart are a cancer on American discourse. He and his ilk encouraged the worst impulses of their audience and, in so doing, led them to false conclusions as a party trick. To be worthy of the title “journalist,” you need to be working to inform and educate the public. What Breitbart did was sick, craven manipulation designed to float his own boat and aid his ideological fellow travelers, and he did it in a way that makes Murdoch’s Fox look subtle.

I am sad for his family, and whatever friends he may have had. I am sad he made the choice to use what was clearly an exemplary intellect in such a morally bankrupt way. I am sad that his financial success means we will see more of this kind of media hooliganism, not less.

But I am absolutely not sad that he will make no more such noise.