Archive for November, 2007|Monthly archive page
I ran into this great post over at Alternative Reel today.
From The Page:
Ambrose Bierce disappeared in Mexico while reporting on Pancho Villa’s rebellion. May have been murdered by bandits.
The list is great, but fails to mention Ernest Hemingway’s final act of cowardice, and Sylvia Plath’s quasi-successful attempt at head casserole.
Your cocktail party conversations just got way mo’ better.
insane completely rational plan to take over the internet is coming along nicely. Traffic is up, and the horrid LOLCAT regime is quaking in their adorable yet evil boots. And I owe it all to my fantastically awesome writing you, my awesome readers. So keep checking back, tell your friends, and a little link love wouldn’t kill you, for Pete’s Sake.
Here are some awesome web comics that I hope you like as much as I do.
For starters, the title bar is written in some squiggly language from the mysterious orient– so that’s bad-ass points right there.
Secondly, it has some of the most geeked out paper folding since Edward James Olmos went paper crazy in Blade Runner. The site is full of sweet, sweet candy and shows viewers how to turn this
Tell me that is not ferociously awesome.
Caught this amazing phot spread over at the DCist.
It comes from a flickr user named musely and pretty much speaks for itself, but I think I’ll throw some gas on the fire and say that this is just more evidence that a secret Masonic Cult runs the World and has taken over the gold-standard along with the hollow-earth reptile-space-overlords.
Deal with that!
Caught this great digital installation over at sleeptrip today.
It’s a collection of 300 Love Letters sent to strangers. Por Ejemplo:
Beautiful letters presented beautifully. I’ll let the description rock it from here:
“I’m writing three hundred love letters and sending them to strangers. The letters are going to be glued to the outside of the envelopes, so that the mailman, and presumably whoever the recipient lives with, will be able to see and read them. The letters aren’t to the strangers, they’re to people I know.”
Pretty cool stuff, if you ask me.
You should really go read the whole thing, but here are the highlights:
Mr. T still haunts Los Angeles and goes by a name that is not “Mr. T”
Mr. T enjoys double espressos and chocolate covered graham crackers, “for dipping”
Mr. T is most definitely still pitying fools.
It probably felt a little like this.
UPDATE: Apparently, I’m not the only one with T on the brain.
Caught this on the top of Digg.
I think it is great when faded stars gain prominence again- albeit in an ironic, post-twentieth-century kind of way.
Bringing T back?! Oh irony, is there anything you can’t do?
Due to the
binge drinking Holiday Weekend, I’m launching this feature on a Wednesday.
Time is relative, so you’re going to have to deal with this as best you can.