Checked in to my Flickr account today. Someone had taken advantage of my Creative Commons permission for reuse and remixing of any image in my collections. When I clicked on the link, I was pleased to learn that Darwin is now an unpaid spokesperson for commercial floor cleaners in Boise, ID.
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Just got back from a lovely trip to Seattle. It was my fourth visit to the gray city, but probably the first time I really had a memorable stay. The difference between this and previous visits is that I was sleep-deprived and burnt out from work — two conditions that make a very unhappy and [...] Sometimes, I have a Spidey sense for a movie without having seen it in the theater. When it comes out on DVD or Blu-ray, I’ll just buy it, knowing that I will probably enjoy having it in my permanent library. Primer was a good example of that. So, when Where the Wild Things Are came [...] I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I just love the Olympics. I can’t be bothered with the media spectacle, all that opening-ceremonies-a-guy-got-killed stuff. That’s for media whores and their pimps. I love the actual competitions. The beauty of streaming instead of watching on TV is that you get loads of raw replay without [...] Another silly piece of legislation that our favorite silly Senator has up her sleeve: I want to let you know about the Taxpayer Fairness Act (S.2994), which Senator Jim Webb (D-VA) and I recently introduced in the Senate. Our bill would impose a tax on large bonuses paid by Wall Street banks and other firms [...] On why the term “African American” is silly twaddle. When you’ve tried your literary hand at comic-book scripts, screenplays, verse, prose poems, short stories, novellas, and novels, what do you turn to next? For many years, I’ve marveled at the genre of children’s fiction. I grew up on Curious George, Hardy Boys, Maurice Sendak, Beatrix Potter, J.M. Barrie. Something about children’s fiction — [...] I sat the bar of a local oyster house, eagerly awaiting my assorted kusshi, wellfleets, and miyagis, when a very old woman sat down beside me. Although she hadn’t yet opened her mouth, around her hung the fog of a person who is always on the edge of saying something, anything, whether it makes sense [...] I grew up a Pepsi kid. Somewhere in my 20s, I converted to a Coke guy. Cokes never made me fat and I really paid no attention to what was in one. They did give me pimples — rather, drinking two or three over the course of two days would give me one superpowered zit, [...] After the smashing international success of the People Who Should Be Killed* series of Clog posts, I am spawning a whole new series called Signs of Stupidity. SOS is dedicated to actual signs — like a stop or do-not-enter sign — developed by idiots or developed for idiots. Sometimes, both. The series will showcase photos [...] |
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