October 31, 2006

Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit


Giving in to the temptation to offer up one's precious vitae to even the most fetching vampire is a bad idea in terms of geometric progression. Or so a scientist says (via Andrew Coyne).

On Jan 1, 1600, the human population was 536,870,911. If the first vampire came into existence that day and bit one person a month, there would have been two vampires by Feb. 1, 1600. A month later there would have been four, and so on. In just two-and-a-half years the original human population would all have become vampires with nobody left to feed on.

And if vampires reproduced several times per night - instead of once per month (?) - in a fortnight or two there would be more vampires than there are atoms in the known universe. This is, of course, so much Malthusian nonsense propagated by the global vamping lobby. Claim me, my dark queen!

In related news: An innocent search for knowledge strays into saucy gothic burlesque photography. It is not as if my browser gravitates toward this sort of material.

Propeller Beanie Upon Him Update: The Hallowe'en costume of the year.

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Mary Margaret O'Hara: Bodies in Trouble

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.*

*I recently had the subject of breaking hearts raised for my consideration. This is what breaks my heart.

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October 30, 2006

The Parable of the Doorkeeper


Not the parable from Mark 13:32-37; that one makes sense. No, I am referring to Kafka's enigmatic little parable from "The Trial"; this one has me stumped. The subject arises from a viewing of an almost equally enigmatic short-film by way of YouTube, "The Door of the Law". If Flea-readers with a better undergraduate literary education than I had might enlighten me it would be much appreciated. All I have to offer is that the man from the country might have done well to seek the fleas' counsel sooner.

"... before the Law stands a doorkeeper. To this doorkeeper comes a man from the country who begs for admittance to the Law. But the doorkeeper says he cannot admit the man at the moment. The man, on reflection,asks if he will be allowed, then, to enter later.'It is possible,' answers the doorkeeper, 'but not at this moment.' Since the door leading into the Law stands open as usual and the doorkeeper steps to one side, the man bends down to peer through the entrance. When the doorkeeper sees that, he laughs and says: 'If you are so strongly tempted, try to get in without my permission. But note that I am powerful. And I am only the lowest doorkeeper. From hall to hall, keepers stand at every door, one more powerful than the other. And the sight of the third man is already more than even I can stand.' These are difficulties which the man from the country has not expected to meet, the Law, he thinks, should be accessible to every man at all times, but when he looks more closely at the doorkeeper in his furred robe, with his huge pointed nose and long thin Tartar beard, he decides that he had better wait until he gets permission to enter. The doorkeeper gives him a stool and lets him sit down at the side of the door. There he sits waiting for days and years. He makes many attempts to be allowed in and wearies the doorkeeper with his importunity. The doorkeeper often engages him in brief conversation, asking him about his home and about other matters, but the questions are put quite impersonally, as great men put questions, and always conclude with the statement that the man cannot be allowed to enter yet. The man, who has equipped himself with many things for his journey, parts with all he has, however valuable, in the hope of bribing the doorkeeper. The doorkeeper accepts it all, saying, however, as he takes each gift: 'I take this only to keep you from feeling that you have left something undone.' During all these long years the man watches the doorkeeper incessantly. He forgets about the other doorkeepers, and this one seems to him the only barrier between himself and the Law. In the first years he curses his evil fate aloud; later, as he grows old, he only mutters to himself. He grows childish, and since in his prolonged study of the doorkeeper he has learned to know even the fleas in his fur collar, he begs the very fleas to help him and to persuade the doorkeeper to change his mind. Finally his eyes grow dim and he does not know whether the world is really darkening around him or whether his eyes are only deceiving him. But in the darkness he can now perceive a radiance that streams inextinguishably from the door of the Law. Now his life is drawing to a close. Before he dies, all that he has experienced during the whole time of his sojourn condenses in his mind into one question, which he has never put to the doorkeeper. He beckons the doorkeeper, since he can no longer raise his stiffening body. The doorkeeper has to bend far down to hear him, for the difference in size between them has increased very much to the man's disadvantage. 'What do you want to know now?' asks the doorkeeper, 'you are insatiable.' 'Everyone strives to attain the Law,' answers the man, 'how does it come about, then, that in all these years no one has come seeking admittance but me?' The doorkeeper perceives that the man is nearing his end and his hearing is failing, so he bellows in his ear: 'No one but you could gain admittance through this door, since this door was intended for you. I am now going to shut it.'"
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Underworld: Jumbo

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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Goth or not goth

As part of the Flea's ongoing reader service satisfaction initiative I am proud to present a first foray into the world of goth and not goth; an occasional series. First up is a "Sexy" "Lesbian" "Goth" "Dance".* I put the question: Goth or not goth? Please note there is a correct answer.

Cubicle-bound readers should note this one is probably not safe for work unless you are employed in the sexy dance party sector.

*This one goes with a shout-out to Antonia!

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October 27, 2006

Gedo Senki


The studio responsible for My Neighbour Totoro and Spirited Away offers more myth in the form of Tales from Earthsea, an adaptation of Ursula Le Guin's famous franchise. The trailers look promising. I loved this world as a kid but I still draw the line at getting sucked into My Neighbour Totoro.

The tale takes place in Earthsea, an archipelago of innumerable islands. After two dragons appear, this world starts to experience strange phenomena, such as raging seas and withering plants. Ged, a wise wizard, sets out on a journey to find the cause of these problems and meets Arren, a young prince who has rejected his homeland by killing his father, the king, and running away. The story traces the development of Arren as he travels with Ged against a constant backdrop of life and death. This epic film marks the directorial debut of Miyazaki Goro, who is the son of acclaimed director Miyazaki Hayao and used to work as the director of the Ghibli Museum.

Hence the Japanese title; more martial than its English equivalent. Note to self: Must get round to watching the Earthsea adaptation that triggered a bun-fight between Le Guin and Sci Fi Channel a while back.

The literal translation of the Japanese is "GED military history" or "A military history of GED". A more sensible translation is "Ged's war chronicle" or "Ged's history of the war". The official English title is "Tales from Earthsea".
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Beccy Cole: Poster Girl

This video is everywhere across my favourite bits of the blogosphere. Canadian version, please. Now is the time at the Flea when we dance (via Mcgyver).

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October 26, 2006

Abney Park: Stigmata Martyr

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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October 25, 2006

Cocteau Twins: Carolyn's Fingers

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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I pity the fool

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October 24, 2006

Blondie/The Doors: Rapture Riders


Now is the time at the Flea when we dance to what is easily the best mash-up ever. Also worth a look is Debbie Harry with a different backing band.

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October 23, 2006

Hello My Teacher



For want of a better comparison I am going to call this a Korean Buffy the Vampire Slayer; at least if the first episode is anything to go by. That was the best use of a fighting umbrella this side of The Avengers. A quick google of the show suggests "Biscuit Teacher and Star Candy" is better known as "Hello Teacher". Have a look before Korean media follows Japan's lead and the show disappears from YouTube.

Na Bori (Gong Hyo Jin) is a 25 year old woman who desperately wants to be a teacher at a high school she was kicked out of after a misunderstanding with her teachers about injuring a group of male classmates and was kicked out. After getting her GED, she rejects other job offers from other high schools and works on becoming a teacher at her old high school to work with her high school love interest, the art teacher Ji Hyun Woo (Kim Da Hyun). However, the only thing that enables her to get the coveted job is by signing a contract to essentially babysit Park Tae In (Gong Yoo), a troublemaker who attends the same high school. TaeIn, a lonely youth, quickly becomes the "jjang", or "king" of the high school, and enjoys playing mean tricks on Bori. Noh Jemma (Choi Yeo Jin) is jealous of the relationship with Bori and TaeIn, and goes out of her way to get Bori kicked out...
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Massive Attack: Angel

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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Not your father's white man's burden

Think of it as field research in economic development.

In new research, James Feyrer and Bruce Sacerdote, both of Dartmouth College, consider the effect of a particular aspect of history—the length of European colonization—on the current standard of living of a group of 80 tiny, isolated islands that have not previously been used in cross-country comparisons. Their question: Are the islands that experienced European colonization for a longer period of time richer today?

And, of course, the inevitable follow-on question: Which country one would want to be colonized by if the outcome you were after was wealth and prosperity? The answer is obvious if you think about it for a moment.

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October 20, 2006

Christian Bale as the Flea


Every great blog post consists of three acts. The first act is called "The Pledge"; the blogger shows you something ordinary, but of course... it probably isn't. The second act is called "The Turn"; the blogger makes his ordinary something do something extraordinary. Now if you're looking for the secret... you won't find it, that's why there's a third act called, "The Prestige"; this is the part with the twists and turns, where lives hang in the balance, and you see something shocking you've never seen before.

In the face of David Bowie we can read our own mortality Update: On a related note, Hugh Jackman is returning as Wolverine in an X-Men prequel spectacular. Also, the Beckhams are soon to be bloggers.

The Classical version was missing a mariachi band Update: Raj Bhakta kicks ass. The Hannibal reference is a thing of beauty. Also, note to self: Wear bow-tie to church bazaar tomorrow.

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Indochine feat. Melissa Auf Der Maur: Le Grand Secret

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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I have seen the future of search engines

And her name is Ms. Dewey. I think I enjoyed this a little too much if you know what I am saying.

Each according to his need Update: Drink-soaked Trotskyite commentary identifies Ms. Dewey's non- science-heroine identity, Janina Gavankar. Va va voom!

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October 19, 2006

Ani Lorak: Rozkazhy

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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Nothing leads so straight to futility as literary ambitions without systematic knowledge

The LSE's Oliver Curry expects human evolution to bifurcate into Morlocks and Elois. If his observations are based as I suspect on British school-leavers the conclusion seems inescapable.

Evolutionary theorist Oliver Curry of the London School of Economics expects a genetic upper class and a dim-witted underclass to emerge. The human race would peak in the year 3000, he said - before a decline due to dependence on technology.People would become choosier about their sexual partners, causing humanity to divide into sub-species, he added. The descendants of the genetic upper class would be tall, slim, healthy, attractive, intelligent, and creative and a far cry from the "underclass" humans who would have evolved into dim-witted, ugly, squat goblin-like creatures.
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October 18, 2006

A hooker and a porn star


Sarah Michelle Gellar reportedly believes she was a natural for her rôle in Southland Tales as she looks like a cross between "a hooker and a porn star." I don't see it myself. More likely one of those delusional Belle de Jour episodes I have noticed tend to follow the acquisition of an MA in sociology or women's studies. Perhaps Ms. Gellar might consider grad school to get into the spirit of things.

Gellar attracted a legion of male fans playing Buffy, and sent pulses racing with her tight costumes. However, the actress refused to bare her breasts in 'Southland Tales', despite her illicit role.

She revealed: "My trainer said to me, 'So we've got to start getting you in shape for this topless scene.' And I was like, 'I'm sorry, what?' And he said he had read somewhere that I had said I really wanted to take my top off in a movie. But I immediately said to him, 'To know me is to know that's not true.'"
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Mylene Farmer: L'Amour n'est rien

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance. Arguably not safe for work unless you work in the folded down corner section of the Sears Catalogue layout sector.

On an unrelated note Update: The polar image of Mars looks familiar. By night I expect you could see the lights of Carthag.

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October 17, 2006

The Witchmen


I was going to say something snarky along the lines of "Don't like the internet? Blogs? Heck, don't like television? Let's go back to having fun good old days- style then, shall we?" and then point to a video of Morris Dancing. But then I remembered Morris Dancing kicks ass. Especially, say, Morris Dancing with a gothic sensibility. And a litle Terry Pratchett thrown in for good measure.


The music starts
Dance, we do a few pre-determined moves
Chorus, we clash sticks like we practised
Dance, we do some more moves
The music ends

Some traditional activities could certainly do with a revival. I think it is high time for an Annex Cornish Hurling League, for example (hat tip to a kind reader). The St. Columb ball is basically a Silver Snitch; sure to catch on with the Harry Potter generation.

Reason not to hand over the internet to an international bureaucracy Number, like, A Billion or something Update: The EU braintrust wants to regulate amateur internet video under European broadcast regulations. I am only surprised the Canadian version of stupid did not think of it first.

Reason A Billion and one Update: Iran is banning fast internet access.

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Les Rita Mitsouko: Le Petit Train

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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The Margate Wickerman

What's this? We'll have no trouble here. This is a local wickerman made from local rubbish. (Zut! Channel 4 has removed the video... time for a quick link change...) The BBC reports sighting a Waste Man in Royston Vasey Margate:

Thousands of people have looked on while an 82ft-high (25m) sculpture of a man built out of rubbish was burned to the ground. The Waste Man, designed by Angel of the North creator Antony Gormley, was the climax to a day of live public performances in Margate, Kent. Teams of volunteers spent two months collecting waste materials and packing them into the sculpture's framework.

Unregulated video imagery here.

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October 16, 2006

The Statesmen Quartet: I Wanna Know

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.*

*Dr. Gene Scott is a role-model to me from beyond the grave. His sexy dance party with Playboy Playmates is something every ranter might aspire to... time for Fleamates? And his remarks on unsolicited advice should warm the hearts of any blogger with some traffic. All of the above is safe for work, just so you know.

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Not so much blind as putting her hands over her eyes

Theodore Dalrymple does what he does best with this astonishingly bleak assessment of the British criminal justice system, "Real Crime, Fake Justice". Time to wake up, people.

For the last 40 years, government policy in Britain, de facto if not always de jure, has been to render the British population virtually defenseless against criminals and criminality. Almost alone of British government policies, this one has been supremely effective: no Briton nowadays goes many hours without wondering how to avoid being victimized by a criminal intent on theft, burglary, or violence.
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October 13, 2006



October 13 means Crowleymass has come and gone for another year: After the unwrapping of the presents, the repentance. I read somewhere on "the internet" the other day that Rose McGowan is looking "too skinny". More lookism, surely. She seems in fighting form in this Spike movie awards appearance of the trailer for Quentin Tarantino's "Grindhouse". Lacking stills from said trailer, I have followed Agent Bedhead's lead and improvised with this post's illustrative photogravure. I do not anticipate any strong objections.

Beware of Greeks Australians bearing gifts: My favourite bit of this Friday history lesson is how some bilingual dolt in the comments section assumes we are watching Americans. And the bit with the Turkish Consulate, naturally (via Quotulatiousness).

Sizism Update: Hollywood Tuna was the source of the "scary skinny" story. They may have a point.

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Sarah Brightman: I Lost My Heart (To A Starship Trooper)

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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October 12, 2006

Climb Mount Suribachi


My favourite part of this 50mb DD(X) corporate promo video is the bald eagle in the DD(X) badge. Stern, even slightly pissed off, he is an eagle not to be trifled with. There are some who wonder if multi-billion dollar big-ship, big-gun defense acquisitions are a sensible investment in an era of asymmetric warfare. These same folks rarely pause to wonder just why our enemies have had to resort to asymmetric warfare in the first place. By all means, let us continue to limit their options. After all, you do not cancel your fire insurance because your basement has flooded. That said, the second comment to this Defense Tech post makes an excellent case for recommissioning all four United States Iowa-class battleships.

The Navy Admirals/Defense Contractors strike again. Betting on the DDX Destroyers with their paper thin plating, 5 inch guns, slow speeed. I believe the cost of one round is $1,000,000 each. Their stealth capabilities are useless now since China, Austraila, France, etc. have bought the next generation of radar. These ships cannot be reloaded from the sea they have to go back to a base to be reloaded. In addition, the first ship will not be ready until 2010.

The Battleships not just two of them but all four of them need to be recommissioned. Yes, these ships are 60 years old but what about the B-52 Bombers. Aren't they over 50 years old? They are still in service and keep on getting upgraded. Why not the Battleships? The Battleships were designed to go toe to toe with the Japanese 18" guns and survive. During WWII, the Battleship USS Carolina (smaller battleship than the Iowa Class) took a torpedo hit from a Japanese sub. The Carolina was not damaged and continued the fight. This torpedo was load with 2,000 pounds of TNT, almost the same amount used on the USS Cole. The Cole almost sunk. Currently, there is nothing out their as far as the anti ship missles that would put a scratch in the Iowa Class Battleships. In 1968, the military already had tested rounds fired from the 16" guns that had a range of 100 miles. These ships are fast. They can do up to 35 knots. They can refuel other ships. They have the facilities to serve as a hospital. They have served as an additional air traffic controllers. These ships can hold a ton of supplies. They could sustain shore bombardment for a week/s where the DDX (approximately 20 DDXs would be needed to equal the firepower of one Battleship) and in two to three days would have to leave to get resupplied. The history of the ships prove how valuable they have been in the US war efforts.

Which brings me to my suggestion for bringing down the cost of those Queen Elizabeth-class future aircraft carriers on their way to the Royal Navy. Let Canada follow the French lead and buy one for ourselves. I expect the Australians could use one too.

Yum yum yum Update: Here's a tip: Aim for the nerve-stem and put it down for good.

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Current 93: Crowleymass

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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October 11, 2006

Spoons: Nova Heart

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.*

*Flea-dance sighted at 2:58!

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October 10, 2006

Then we will fight in the shade


Frank Miller's 300 could not be more timely. The graphic novel was astonishing and if anything the film appears to be even more so.

"There's a scene where the Persian ambassador asks for a token gift of land and water, and a Spartan leads him to a well, and shoves him in, to his death. Like so much that is in this book, that actually came from reality," Miller attests, laughing. "I mean, I moved it around. I take all the liberties any fiction maker does, but the Spartans actually did treat tyrants that way."

Solace in Cinema offers some frame by frame comparison of the trailer to the graphic novel. Brilliant. YouTube was swatting these trailers as they appeared so bear with me if that first link gets broken (the link is now changed to the movie site...). Apple has authorized HD versions on-line but they are not playing for me. You may have better luck.

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October 09, 2006

The Righteous Brothers: You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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October 06, 2006

Myriam Fares: la Tes'Alny


Be careful with the scissors... now is the time at the Flea when we dance. Also, to run in terror from armed pumpkins. It's best not to ask.

Invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Kylie Minogue Update: I would have been remiss not to link to Nadini.

Secondary sexual characteristics Update: Haklak Rahtak may sound Klingon. It is so not Klingon. Possibly the hottest video I have ever seen. I mean we are talking Song of Solomon with the Bolero as a soundtrack here people. Though I admit that could be the antihistimines so best to look to your own judgement.

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The Lord of the Rings

By George Lucas. Just the thing for gritty, surburban nine-year olds.*

*This is a low impact day at Flea Towers. I have belatedly picked up the cold that has been going around and, having stayed home from work, am being evicted from my place of sanctuary by electrical goings on. Such is the price of ongoing access to modern conveniences including the wonders of "the internet". But, while I have the floor, I would like to say that I will never forgive George Lucas for the debacle he made of so-called Episodes I, II and III. Weeping Gorilla says we expect too much of the man: But Weeping Gorilla is wrong. Seriously, "just like we did on NAH-boo". It's Na-BOO for frak's sake. If you cannot be bothered to consistently pronounce your own baby ka-ka do-do made up place names I cannot be bothered to lend your farcical would-be prequels any suspension of my disbelief. The franchise is dead to me now.**

**As is the re-visioned Battlestar Galactica which jumped the shark big time at the end of Season II. So much for television.

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October 05, 2006

This Woman's Work


Thanks to the unimaginable bandwidth of YouTube I am delighted to point to a VHI documentary in seven parts, "This Woman's Work" (Part I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII). The picture quality is poor and the sound is muddy, perhaps the result of a transfer from someone's 1993 home video. Not that this will matter much to the Kate Bush obsessives.*

"This Woman's Work", the video for the single, is also worth a look. I had never seen it before and, fair warning, it is a real tear-jerker.

*So, have you ever noticed how Kate Bush and George Bush have the same last name? How weird is that?

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Pierre Lapointe: Le Colombarium

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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The girl with error-message eyes

Warren Ellis has been wandering through Transylvania. I would be too were it not for my primitive video card... time to upgrade.

I almost wish someone would conjure a Philip K Dick in Second Life, like the missing android of a year or two back. He’d enjoy the girl with error-message eyes: someone blinking around the evidence of fake reality. Second Life is very much the Philip K Dick experience, some days. He had a comedy notion that everything is fake but you, and the massive team of builders constructing the world around you — that it takes 12 hours or whatever to fly to Japan because the builders have to get there first and construct it for your arrival to keep the illusion going. If you fly fast in Second Life, you eventually reach the point where you’re travelling more swiftly than the system can deal with — and, as you look around, you see that the world hasn’t quite assembled around you yet.
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October 04, 2006

Fuel to be fabulous


The appearance of a new low calorie energy drink might go unremarked were it not a portent of yet greater things to come. For is it not written in the sacred scrolls that feathered hair shall once again be "in"? I gather this new concoction has a taste “reminiscent of a liquid Jolly Rancher”; surely an omen to set against a mere Imam, twelfth or otherwise.

No longer the official soft drink of grandma’s bridge club, Tab’s modern incarnation is Tab Energy—a sweet and sour beverage in a sleek, retro-gingham can. The taste is reminiscent of a liquid Jolly Rancher, and mixed with vodka, Cointreau and pineapple juice it becomes the boozy “Stiletto Confession” cocktail. They go down smooth, so keep Tabs on how many you drink!

That's TaB, btw.

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Rough Trade: All Touch

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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I Pity the Fool

Porchboy has a new favourite show premiering October 11. I am not entirely certain how tuning in to TV Land squares with a mission to motivate procrastinators and rev up slackers. That said, I am delighted to once again discover F. Scott was mistaken about second acts.

Look out Dr. Phil and step aside Tony Robbins! Mr. T is on a mission to change real people's lives. In TV Land's new unscripted Reali-T show, Mr. T gives new meaning to the words "self-help".
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October 03, 2006

The Biology of B-Movie Monsters


Michael C. LaBarbera argues Hollywood's approach to movie-monster design has been hopelessly naïve. Which would bother me as so much pendantry if not for the umlaut.

In The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957), the hero is exposed to radioactive toxic waste and finds himself growing smaller and smaller. He is lost to family and friends while fending off the household cat and must make his own way in a world grown monstrously large. He forages food from crumbs and drinks from puddles of condensation. In one famous scene, he defends himself against a house spider by using an abandoned sewing needle, which he has to struggle to lift.

Stop the projector! Time for a little analysis.

Shame he does not mean psychoanalysis; this would do a bang-up job explaining why giant spiders are frightening despite any hypothetical scaling problems. And, strangely enough, Rachel Welch remains attractive despite the vanishingly remote chance most cinema-goers would have had at attracting her interest.

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The Mothra Song

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance... and sing along! Warning: Canadian content.

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Tastes like chicken

The "softer side" of Tyrannosaurus rex is frankly incredible. I had to do a quick April 1 check before reading right the way through this article.

When paleontologists find fossilized dinosaur bones during a dig, they usually do everything in their power to protect them, using tools like toothbrushes to carefully unearth the bones without inflicting any damage. However, when scientists found a massive Tyrannosaurus rex thigh bone in a remote region of Montana a few months ago, they were forced to break the bone in two in order to fit it into the transport helicopter. This act of necessity revealed a startling surprise: soft tissue that had seemingly resisted fossilization still existed inside the bone. This tissue, including blood vessels, bone cells, and perhaps even blood cells, was so well preserved that it was still stretchy and flexible.
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October 02, 2006

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me


Listen up jock douchebags: We want to help. The Drink Soaked Trotskyites point to Goth Help Us; gothic philanthropy in action. Founder Rebecca Holm explains.

"Do you think it's easy to look gothic? It's non-stop maintenance!" she laughs. "Gothic people spend hours getting ready to go out. Their make-up, hair, and clothing is perfect. A normal person has no ability to pull this look off...only an artist can do it." Hohm continued, "Average people will give you the shirt off their backs to help others when asked, but goths will give you their whole wardrobe, let you move in, and feed you, too." She says the charitable nature of gothics is what originally drew her to the scene in the first place. "Their compassion is unlike any other sect of people I know, and I am proud to be one of them." she concluded.

I confess this summary is only a dim reflection of my personal experience of the sect. At least in so far as my ongoing difficulty in convincing gothic lasses to disrobe is concerned; let alone the prospect of home cooking to follow. Or take away for that matter.

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The Birthday Massacre: Lovers End

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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Liisa has a liisp

"I would bet you - if I had the money - that there's 40 year old goths out there and you don't know it." Ahh, how naive is the immortality of youth. Still it is ten years on and I expect we shall be hearing more in a similar vein in the coming weeks. All Hallow's Eve approaches and that means the annual passing mention of non-massacre related gothic media. Here is the last word on goth subculture in Toronto, mid-90s style. Liisa has a liisp... so hot!1 Loving this comment especially.

why do they "she transforms herself into a goth"?...wtf....these people realize that she doesnt transform to goth...she has to conform to their rigid mediocre culture(meaning her office life)....

So true.

1 Surely not the before of Liisa Ladouceur.

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