the bone conductor

but it really feels like bob the angry flower has been mailing it in for months now. i just reread the three collections i have, and comparing them to the latest stuff… it seems like the newer stuff is being done by someone who’s just trying to fill up some space between the covers of the next book. and i really, really like notley/bob, so i’m hoping maybe this is just a temporary thing, but i dunno.

as opposed to, say, my man over at 8-bit theatre, who has some super bitchin’ robot interlude thing going on at the moment. i don’t know what the hell it is, but he’s got about 10 pages up so far, and i want more. i’m a little jealous - i’ve had a smartass-robot-detective story sitting in the incubator for a while now, which may or may not involve robot lycanthropy, which i’m sure now that i said that in public someone smart will have an awesome robot detective werewolf agency movie out by the end of next month just to make me feel like an ass. anyway, it’s cool.

while we’re at it, overcompensating continues to rule, diesel sweeties seems awfully stale, the new wigu is kind of eh, and goats remains one of the consistently best web comics out there, even if the story line is so bizarre now that trying to follow what’s going on will quite possibly render one’s brain into a quiverying gelatinous mass of randomly firing axons. and the reason penny-arcade sits atop the heap is because it deserves to. those fuckers.

also, this guy is a good writer. just in case anyone, you know… forgot.

http://search.japantimes.co.jp/cgi-bin/fl20080329td.html

from the studs at improbable research, natch. (fun fact: improbable seems to be one of those words that, once you take a second to look at it, will never look like it’s spelled correctly again.)

and yet i find myself a fan of this guy. it’s like he took the old david letterman top ten driving tips (”come to a complete stop before trying to escape on foot”) to heart. and how can that be a bad thing?

i’m not gonna go into any detail; if you don’t know about it (and you shouldn’t), or care about it (lord, get help) then you don’t need yet another propogator of links to the same story you’ve seen all over the damn place anyway.

all i want to say is: violet blue vs xeni or the rest of her pseudo-nerd posse at that site. you know the one, is the highest if high-sterical situations. in a best case scenario all of those people will soon see their self-importance reach critical mass and spontaneously detonate into a lovely cloud of atomized constituent parts: hack “journalism,” crypto-yuppie-nee-hipster brand name obsessiveness, and a debilitating infatuation with one’s own place in the heirarchy of cool.

although when i was on the well way back in the day, cory seemed a nice enough guy. just to be fair.

anyway. hi. lar. i. ous.

i read this a couple of times. i’m still not really in total agreement here, but it’s close enough to what feels to me while i’m making it like an extremely weird argument that i have to give some propage. especially since i still can’t stand most things microsoft, and feel like that outfit is specifically responsible for the artificial retardation injected into the system by greedy know-nothings following yesterday’s news like it was handed down by the oracle at delphi.

that being said… you find me another billionaire who has decided it is his personal responsibilty to use his nigh-mythical wealth and prestige to cure diseases. all of them. starting with the ones that shouldn’t even exist anymore, in the poorest, most hardest-hit places in the world. not getting a check for it. not creating lots of photo-ops or whatever so he can pull a ross-perot on us in a few years. if anything, gates is smart enough to realize how much more efective he can be by NOT being president, which is good, because he’s dead right.

my personal fantasy is gates one day challenges rupert murdoch and roger ailes to a cage death match, although i’m about 95% sure that even decrepit old murdoch would use his satan-given gifts to literally eat gates’ head right off his body, but hey. maybe bill could wear the bear suit or something. i’m pretty sure he could afford a pretty nice one.

because it’s pretty ruling. yay happy people.

i hope it was worth it; i hope the 80 million dollars you spent on 3′ by 4′ by 1/100th of an inch of pigmented oil was worth it, while this is going on in the world; while families are giving their children away because they don’t have 3 dollars a month. i really hope it’s worth at it this month’s Big Dick Club for the Tiny Dicked meeting, where everyone with a .25 inch dick whips out the receipt for their monets and chagalls and van goghs and vicously hopes everyone forgets about the .25-inch dick part. you could become an international superhero, you could save a generation from the abyss, and… you bought a painting. not to support the artist, obviously, or to support art, as there are many working, living artists who could use a little cheddar. no, you did it to support your sub-.25-inch dick. congratulations. i hope it was worth it.

skimmed from mefi. pretty darn funny, in a sad, sad kind of way.

from a few days ago, but: gabe’s bit with the character sheets at the end of the news post: hi-sterical.

apparently having a job interferes with my ability to type in a recreational fashion. luckily i decided to take today off to drink. once my plan comes to full fruition, the bounty reaped will be of a most discernable variety.

i’m fairly certain i heard someone on the justice league cartoon use the word “brobdingnagian.”

maybe the finest bit of film-makery in the history of the makification of filmage. it might be the best thing to watch in the history of eyes. it is so perfect i think it broke something inside of me, something deep and crucial.