День рождения Принца Чарльза - 60 лет! (Etoday)
Prince Charles, right? Where’s Michel Gondry when you need him for a jam session…
Via: DTYBYWL
Via: DTYBYWL
Do Top Hats Dream Of Electric Trains?
The Hasbro-Universal collaboration “Monopoly” is jumping a large number of spaces up the board.
The feature project has brought on Pamela Pettler to write the screenplay; She penned Tim Burton’s “Corpse Bride,” Gil Kenan’s “Monster House” and the upcoming animated adventure “9,” produced by Burton and Timur Bekmambetov.
And Ridley Scott, who has been attached as a producer on “Monopoly” and has been mentioned as a possible director, is now officially attached to helm the project, with an eye toward giving it a futuristic sheen along the lines of his iconic “Blade Runner.”
PENNYBAGS: [Slowly, deliberately] I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Boots mortgaging property to tiny dogs. Apartments torched on Baltic Avenue just for the insurance money. I watched someone roll triple sixes and land on Free Parking where a Get Out Of Jail Free card had been tossed into the kitty. All those moments will be lost in time, like a bank error in your favor. Time to die. [As the rain continues to fall, he drops his head and silently expires.]
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Time Cube»
everyone needs a timely reminder of this internet classic. Web 2.0 can suck the big, hard dick of Gene Ray’s “Time Cube”. You may be wondering why I’m awake at 2 in the morning; well, it’s because it’s actually just the third cycle of my harmonious 4-sided cube day. Eat that, haters.
endsheet
sky could be filled in a little better for contrast and definition, but otherwise, I like!
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What sort of First Lady will Michelle Obama be?»
If—as I suspect is entirely within the realms of possibility and/or probability—I end up a childless bachelor in my 40’s, and have nothing better to do than run for president, I hope that the news media will shower me with praise for the monumental accomplishment I will have achieved for bachelors who are constantly harassed and discriminated against for their insouciance and feckless independence.
As first bachelor, I will institute a wide number of changes to White House policy, first of which is the replacement of the traditional canine pet for the White House with some sort of large reptile, preferably a komodo dragon. Beyond that, I will allocate part of the White House’s budget towards the installation of a stripper’s pole in the Oval Office. This will fall under a wider initiative to communicate to the Arab world that American Men are just as interested in objectifying and demeaning women as our brethren in the muslim world; with this common cause we will eliminate terrorism, conquer global warming, and institute far-ranging design changes to the burqa so that it both protects our women from the covetous gaze of the masses while also tickling the fancy of their rightfully-wedded husbands.
That is all.
I feel like Doug after Patty Mayonnaise holds his hand. In that episode, he refused to wash his hands; ridding himself of Patty’s heaven-scent was too much for Doug to stomach. I’m just like Doug right now, except my hands smell like sex and sweat and gin and cigarettes.
Ever have a great idea that dissipates before you realize you should have written it down?
“A month later a new suffragan bishop was appointed, and no one thought anything more of Bishop Pyotr, and afterwards he was completely forgotten. And only the dead man’s old mother, who is living to-day with her son-in-law the deacon in a remote little district town, when she goes out at night to bring her cow in and meets other women at the pasture, begins talking of her children and her grandchildren, and says that she had a son a bishop, and this she says timidly, afraid that she may not be believed… . And, indeed, there are some who do not believe her.”
Anton Chekhov - The Bishop and Other Stories
Sometimes I want to copy “The Bishop” word for word, because I know the process alone would teach me more about life and writing than any teacher ever could.
On Understanding.
It is estimated that Ludwig Wittgenstein had an Intelligence Quotient (‘IQ’) of one-hundred and ninety points. The baseline IQ of an average (‘average’) person is one hundred points. The IQ of a functionally retarded person is widely considered to be seventy-five points or fewer. The writer estimates his IQ to be at or around one-hundred and thirty-five points. I acknowledge the IQ test’s fallibility and the shaky grounds upon which the IQ’s of long-dead thinkers are estimated. It remains that the difference in IQ rating between the writer and Wittgenstein is as great as the difference between the writer and a functionally retarded person. How is a thinker like Wittgenstein widely considered “understood” in all his fundamentals, given this fact? We do not expect the functional retard to understand why he is being carted off to a home. Why should we expect ourselves to understand anything Wittgenstein had to speak, much less write?
