June 28, 2012

Lacy, gently wafting curtains

My mic is a bit fucked, so the sound is scratchy in places. Fixed (probably) by next week. I'm not actually going to fix it, I'm just going to avoid fucking it up more. That counts.


 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgnmtKWvErQ - long, but good.

http://www.slashfilm.com/lol-gary-oldman-kindly-athletes-stop-acting - For Goodly James! Now we know what Evil James does in his alternate universe. He's basically Shaq.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1bzUaf_gvU - Fuck you, talented guy! I could play guitar, if my fingers didn't double as the pillars of the earth.

Blogs to check out:
http://stoya.tumblr.com/ - a pornstar's blog. I do not need to say NSFW. Awesome, though if you read it just for porn you may be disappointed. Related:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Veg63B8ofnQ&feature=related and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYxX2YKGdvM. Both SFW, and awesome.

June 21, 2012

Google it, damn you!

The idea of a chronologically disparate universe interests me. If you could travel to this galaxy instantly and look at earth, you wouldn't see the earth as it is now. If light took 12 billion years to reach us, then our light took the same amount of time to reach that galaxy. You would have a window into the past of our galaxy.
What if you could do the reverse? What if, instead of seeing light from the beginning of the universe, you could see the darkness from the end?

I rewatched the Matrix recently, and something bugged me. After the first movie, Neo is set up as Jesus. His sacrifice is put up as an ad at the Superbowl about halfway through the second movie. It's weird, but I can deal with it. What bugs me is, with all the biblical references and half-assed philosophical ramblings, where is Neo's temptation? Christ spent some time with Big D in the desert, and Neo... nothing. Gets off without ever wanting to use his awesome powers just to smash an uppity mortal's face in. Even though it's the first (and for some, only) thing we'd think of, if put in the same situation. And since Neo is an Everyman (I hate the term, but he is) for the audience to project themselves onto, at least the desire to fuck things up should have been included.


I can (sort-of) relate, as a fat man. My shelf is my belly.

It's hard to complain about an Orwellian surveillance state when they walk into it.


Late facts: the bit about seeing the end of the universe is bullshit, but I still think it would be cool. Damn you, Science!

Super-late facts: I can eat six of the eight pieces of a large pizza. I finish the last two out of spite. 

June 16, 2012

I destroy my butt to bring you these stories

Wait, no.

Pay no attention to the bear behind the curtain

I changed jobs (sort of), and recording the podcast has changed. I'm trying to make it more streamlined, so I can say "I need this-this, that, done," rather than thinking up sixty things for the News, and no rants. Meanwhile, actually doing the podcast suffers a bit. I've set it up so I record the whole thing Wednesdays, but I'm still getting used to this schedule, so if my brain forgets and decides to dick around all day, nothing gets done. I'll have a story up later today, and podcastin' will resume next week, and in the meantime I wanted to talk to you about something important.


Superman has bugged me for a while. Batman knows all kinds of crazy bullshit ways to take down thugs. He can freeze 'em, gas 'em, karate-murder them or hit them with his car.
Superman can punch. He can't even punch well. All he has are haymakers, and he treats every enemy like a clumsy fat guy who can't help but wander into Superman's awkward thrusts. Worse, he's basically god and he has no experience being such; God, at least, knew how to make the cosmos before he started messing with the Jews. Which is, to be fair, kind of like applying to be a kindergarten teacher when your only experience is programming, but at least he had some experience. Superman knows how to farm. He can only stop crime that is right in front of him, because he never took Batman's Patented Detective Course. He probably murders half the purse-snatchers he stops, because he has the power of the sun and no concept of control. At least if he'd signed up for the Y karate class he might've learned not to put his fist through other people's chests.