April 30, 2007
I'm going to hang up this phone, and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see
WTFsrsly reports on a Belgian senate campaign sure to be remembered by future archaeologists as one of the last moans gasps of Europe before the scimitar descended on their necks and two hundred million women entered purdah. The NEE Party and Tania Derveaux's arguably nsfw marketing are on-line.
The country’s largest party (VLD) announced last week that it promises 200.000 jobs, shortly after that another prominent party (SP.a) states that it is aiming for 260.000 jobs. And now, Belgium’s newest and controversial party NEE promises 400.000 jobs and goes completely naked in the press and in their campaign images. Interesting strategy.
I am not clear on the particulars of their platform or ideology but from from all appearances this is the Matrix Party. I mean, I know the promise of 400,000 jobs is not real but it is still juicy. And you know what I have learned? Ignorance is bliss.
Wolfsheim: Once in a Lifetime
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
It's a shame cars don't run on cognitive dissonance
Lewis Black considers celebrity tips for "Earth Day"; hosted at the Jawas.
April 27, 2007
Toronto Saxon War Moot
I received a gag-reflex inducing invitation to a Dare (dar'-ay)*, a made up word from the Shona tongue** pronounced by white people with a fake African accent. The idea is to celebrate the Earth Mother in a spirit of respect and humility through the use of drums, the eating of organic food, pious finger-wagging non-judgment, etc. and so forth. I gather some sort of peace-making effect is meant to result from this exercise though I am dashed if I can see what good it will do with an Orc scimitar at our necks and the Black Banner of Mordor once again raised for conquest. That whole bit about how you do not need to own a sword to die on one is, as ever, apt.***
* Honouring the realm of dream and the energy of peacemaking.
* Heartfelt council around questions that matter.
* Time and space for self-healing.
PLEASE BRING:
* a sacred object(s) to place on the altar (you'll take this home with you afterwards)
* a sounding/musical instrument, if you have one
* enough food to share at a pot-luck meal (organic if possible)
* non-disposable napkins, plates, utensils, cups, etc. (you'll take these home with you afterwards).
It goes on in this vein for a couple thousand words.**** Now I am wondering if I might find a nice littler earner in hosting a traditional Saxon War Moot. Latter-day Huscarls and Thegns would be encouraged to bring an ax, household implements conscripted as improvised weapons***** or their gun permit. While no dress code would be (formally) enforced, participants wearing body armour of the chain/plate/Predator varieties or clay-dreads and woad are less likely to be mocked by their peers. Speakers would be determined by wrestling or guile, basically whatever it takes to claim and hold the talking stick from all challengers and beat them with it. Various threats would be pronounced against traditional enemies of the Saxons including and especially the Picts, the Celts, the Franks, the Moors and, of course, the Saxons.****** Feats of strength would be followed by a round of boasts*******, beer/mead and wenching.
Ah yes, mustn't forget the wenching. It is traditional.
* No links; I quite like the person who sent the invitation even if I am certain to find a subsequent engagement prevents me from attending.
** According to this source a dare is a "men's meeting and dining area"; the Shona Legion Hall, in other words. This sounds more promising than a hippie hand-holding exercise. Shona warriors would naturally be welcomed as honorary Saxons.
*** Strangely enough, the invitation lists for neo-pagan peace rituals never seem to include members of other "religions of peace". One can never have an excess of caution in trying to "lay" a "guilt trip" on an audience with a potentially robust reaction.
**** I like the bit about celebrating the spirit of my ancestors. Crank 'er!
***** Whipper snippers, pimped out riding mowers and croquet mallets leap to mind. Not to forget the folkish plaid golf pants.
****** Especially the bloody Saxons.
******* Festivus being a modern commercialized variant on the proceedings.
April 26, 2007
The Hermetic Order kicks ass and takes names
The latest trailer for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is on-line (hat tip to the Sister of the Flea). More movie stills and poster art may be found here. Fans eager for the slightest detail of the final book - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - can turn to a J.K. Rowling appearance on Richard and Judy.
Related: Harry Potter and the Secret Chamberpot of Azerbaijan.
Lene Lovich: Lucky Number
Goth or not goth: Quatloos are awarded for showing your work! Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
Psycho Girlfriend Design
Flea-readers with an eye to a career in couture but uncertain as to quite where to start might have a look around the house and garage. I am particularly drawn to the spork dress (hat tip to Ragged Robin).
April 25, 2007
Brobdignagian
When Nikolai Sutyagin started building he thought two-floors would be sufficient for the richest man in Archangel. The result: Gormenghast in planks; "a mix between a Brobdignagian tree house and the lair of a wicked fairytale character" (via La Petite Claudine).
Dominating the skyline of Arkhangelsk, a city in Russia's far north-west, it is believed to be the world's tallest wooden house, soaring 13 floors to reach 144ft - about half the size of the tower of Big Ben.
Be sure to click the "In pictures" link at the top of the article. This fictional castles and fortresses information should also come in handy.
The Force Unleashed
As much as I loathe to confess any admiration for the continuing works of the heresiarch Lucas, I am forced to do so with the two new bits of Force tech on offer; Digital Molecular Matter and Euphoria. Both videos are worth a look despite the obvious Stormtrooperphobia of the latter. I am less impressed by the power-twink premise of the game (via Unicorn Bacon).
...
A revolutionary behavioral-simulation engine, euphoria simulates the unpredictability of real life where no two experiences are ever the same. For the first time ever, euphoria enables interactive characters to move, act and even think like actual human beings, adapting their behavior on the fly and resulting in a different payoff ever single time.
April 24, 2007
The Circular Path
Being asked why he had not made any use of written laws, he said, "Because those who are trained and disciplined in the proper discipline can determine what will best serve the occasion."
- Lycurgus, founder of the Spartan 'Constitution'
A series on ancient warriors considers the Spartans. They must have made terrible neighbours except, of course, when they made the best. More specific to our current travails is the Battle of Thermopylae, now fitting better into my head as the Hot Gates (love that Total War game-engine action).
If that is not enough 300 and, let's face facts, it isn't, some ancient Sparta resources will come in handy. Flea-readers with a masochistic streak might also consider this video diary, undertake the Circular Path and get buff; Spartan buff.
Cocktail Vomit: Crazy Secrets
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance (arguably nsfw).*
* Also featuring Cocktail Vomit: "Everybody is a Rækjusalat" lends ambiance to this short documentary piece, Icelandic Girls Get Busy In Reykjavik.
Latter-day Corsairs
Christopher Hitchens considers Thomas Jefferson, piracy and the forging of a young Republic. Commenting at Rantburg, Mike Kozlowski expands on the theme.
First, Jefferson - while not the anti-military and isolationist politician that many would have us believe - was never in favor of a large fleet and Marine regiment (and it stayed a regiment for another forty years or so) and firmly believed that America's destiny lay westward in the vast tracts of the Louisiana Purchase. Jefferson happily allowed his SecTreas, Albert Gallatin, to come within an ace of essentially closing down the USN and the Marines with it - and this while the Barbary Wars were reaching their height. At one point, the USN was down to just nine purpose-built warships (the United States class frigates), and some of those were to have been 'in ordinary', that is, laid up with skeleton caretaker crews.
Next, what the USN was doing in the Med was far from the 'instructions to enforce existing treaties and punish infractions of them' that Mr. Hitchens states. They were there in the desperate hope that the Barbary pirates (who tended to quail away from large heavily armed warships with trained sailors and Marines aboard) would therefore stay away from US shipping. It didn't work for a number of reasons. First, the aggressiveness of the US skippers was in some cases less than what was called for (in one case, USS Constellation watched as a Pirate towed a captured US merchantman past because Constellation's skipper feared ending up aground) and secondly the ROE were utterly unbelievable - if a Pirate ship was caught, it could be fired upon and even captured, but then HAD TO BE RETURNED. There was one notable exception to that - the case of Mastico/USS Intrepid - and that was very much a case where the leadership on the scene just said 'the hell with it'. But overwhelmingly, the Mediterranean Squadron was not allowed to do a great deal and when it did it was badly hamstrung.
Sounds familiar. More at the link.
April 23, 2007
There is always the sun
Cheer up, they say. It can't be that bad (via Agent Bedhead).
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
a-ha: The Sun Always Shines on TV
One of the most terrifying songs ever written... Now is the time at the Flea when we dance (for a second time).
Cutethulhu
The Great Old Ones will awake when the stars are aligned. Your tea and ponies will not save you from the... what's that? Oh, never mind (hat tip Varenius).
April 20, 2007
Hansen Writing Ball
With my very own Schreibkugel installed in the office of my Odic battle zeppelin* I have no excuse not to write my novel. If Nietzsche could tap, tap, tap away through the stomach cramps and a variety of idiot neighbours I have no excuse not to buckle down myself.
Which I admit is a limitation; not sure about the back-space either. Other useful office equipment include this steampunk laptop or, for more serious sound processing and Abyssal target acquisition purposes, this working Nagy Magical-Movable-Type Pixello-Dynamotronic Computational Engine. I am certain the Opti-Transcriptocon flatbed scanner mod would also come in handy. But the hands down winner of any administrative task necessary for retro-Victorian expeditions to the outer planes must surely be the Telecalculograph; I especially love the furnace.
Flea-readers wishing to tool up for their own expeditions to the Kuiper Belt and beyond might usefully peruse Brass Goggles for all their creative anachrony needs.
* Which needs a name come to think of it. I shall christen her, Adeste Fideles. Quick! To the champagne vats!
Flea's Moving Towers Update: Bonus and extra; this mechanical tiger is a practical solution to inner-city commuting challenges while with minor modification this steam-powered spider would make an excellent battle zeppelin parking attendant.
Save Net Radio
I received a troubling note from Tim Westergren, founder of Flea-fav internet gadget, Pandora. I am all for artists being paid royalties for their work - for obvious reasons - but proposed license fees strike me as the workings of an abusive and monopolistic old media hierarchy that sees its audience vanishing onto the internet.
American Flea-readers might usefully consider the SaveNetRadio petition while Canadians might turn a baleful eye toward Ottawa.
April 19, 2007
War is bad
You'll never get away with this, Black Helmet Man! You are bad! You are bad and we are good! Your badness will be the end of you, and our goodness will be our triumph! Bad is bad - good is good! Bad-bad-good-bad! Good-good-bad-good, bad! Good.
- Princess Bunhead
I have been giving careful consideration to this Natalie Portman T-shirt choice and it occurs to me that war is bad.* We should stop wars. There, problem solved.
* This as opposed to my usual way of thinking where us losing wars is bad. Call me old fashioned.
Coil: In My Head A Crystal Sphere Of Heavy Fluid
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
Zohar Studios
I love Stephen Berkman's ambrotypes but it is his working Surveillance (camera) obscura that I will be needing multiples of for my Odic battle zeppelin. Yet more on which to spend my vast quatloo stash (via La Main Gauche).
Also wonderful: These mechanical spectacles (hat tip to Rue).
April 18, 2007
Robbing-Hood Canadians
Oh Lord, we pray thee - not that wrecks should happen - but that if they do happen, Thou wilt guide them to the coast of Cornwall for the benefit of the poor inhabitants.
While my people are more from Somerset and the Welsh Marches and so more prone to rustling than wrecking, having seen Jamaica Inn, I can only offer 100% of my sympathy and support for the plight of Devonshire-Wrecker-Canadians. Fenris Badwulf explains, nay, emotes from the bitter well of centuries:
The next time you are on a boat and one of the crew guides you straight into a reef or shoal, ask yourself, How did I offend this person? When his family group from his global village swarm over the decks to take everything of value, leaving you in your undergarments (sometimes there is a undergarment ’swap’, but only if your shorts are clean and the pirate’s are either wet or stained) to ask yourself: How could I accommodate these Wrecker-Canadians?
Quite right. And reparations too for the injustices done to all of my hallowed ancestors. Might as well be in for a sheep as for a lamb.
Duke of Devonshire Update: What class are you? (hat tip to the Parental Units of the Flea)
International Pony: Gothic Girl
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
First to fight
Christian Lowe takes a ride in an Osprey. Wild. Excellent use of the term "nacelle", btw.
April 17, 2007
Stark Industries Mk. 1
First the teaser site and now the first image from Jon Favreau's Iron Man movie. Not due until May 2, 2008 this one has a lead time comparable to Presidential primary. The above pic is recognizable to long time fans of the character as an early effort. The most updated suit remains mysterious though JoBlo ran with one rejected iteration seven months ago. Obsessives can keep a close eye on progress by subscribing to Favreau's Iron Man Group on MySpace.
Orwell's Victory
Addressing the dining hall at Hogwarts*, Christopher Hitchens lectured on freedom of speech on November 15, 2006. The U of T audience reliably applauds his contention the greatest source of hatred in the world is religion. Worth a listen even if the sentiment rankles. While Hitchens takes a libertarian view and I do not, I could not agree more with his resistance to the application of "hate speech" laws to religion; the institutionalization of heresy by another name.
Hang in there, he really gets up to steam at the 16:39 minute mark and on: "Self hatred, self righteousness and self pity." Absolutely right. We are giving away what is most precious in our society. This is, as he says, really serious.
* Otherwise known as Hart House. It is a joke Hitchens recycles.
April 16, 2007
Jericho
Following the boutique success of Undying, Clive Barker returns to game storytelling with Jericho. The game begins with the appearance of a lost desert city; the player sent in as a member of an occult special forces unit... Judging by the trailer and these stills, this is right up my street.
"Players will constantly be given new challenges, new environments, and yes, new horrors and abominations to face every step of the way. However, unlike a conventional game in which the characters are attempting to escape at the end of their ride through Hell, our protagonists have a much more difficult task. ... The closer they come to the end of their trek into darkness, the nearer they get to the source of that darkness: Evil Incarnate, we'll call it for now..." Maybe they'll change its name to Steve or something later.
Spooky. Clive Barker himself is somewhat alarming as he is interviewed about the game; his voice is deteriorating.
Tying Tiffany: I Wanna Be Your MP3
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance (arguably a bit pneumatic for work).
Clive Barker's Spider-Man
Nick Gillespie has seen inside my soul.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes Update: The first Clive Barker story I ever read, Midnight Meat Train is in production by cheese-factors extraordinaire, Lion's Gate.
When his latest body of work – provocative, nighttime studies of the city and its inhabitants -- earns struggling photographer Leon Kaufman (Bradley Cooper) interest from a prominent art gallerist (Brooke Shields), she propels him to get grittier and show the darker side of humanity for his upcoming debut at her downtown art space.
So, if I have sex with two or more vampire wenches that makes me Nick the Vampires Layer, right? I am asking because this Saturday, well, long story.
April 13, 2007
Why Only an Atheist Can Believe
Crom, I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad. Why we fought, and why we died. All that matters is that today, few stood against many. Valor pleases you Crom, so grant me this one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen, then the Hell with you!
Jossip claims Christopher Hitchens is "out to piss off everyone in the whole world" which, damn him, he is in a better position to do than I am.*
This is red meat for contrarians young and old, of course, and a tonic for those of us tired of pissing and moaning from "people of faith" when their ill informed readings of Bronze Age scrolls are accorded insufficient respect in matters of genetic engineering or nanotechnology. It is a sad state of affairs when Scientologists deploy metaphors exponentially more up-to-date than whatever goat-herding analogy pops to mind (be that mind currently running Hebrew, Greek, Latin, Arabic, Sanskrit or Punjabi software). One thing I will say for my fellow serious fundamentalists: We don't do this. One advantage of knowing my beliefs are true is that they are true whether you share them or not. True, in fact, whether you have ever heard of them or not. The truth does not require consent.
Knowing this, I feel no particular compunction that I am not issuing semiotic traffic tickets. As I once explained to some well presented men at the door: My God is the Lord of Hosts, he does not need ninety-pound Avon ladies like yourselves to remind me. Still, give them credit for showing willing. More annoying is the ludicrous spectre of would be "defenders of faith" calling for mutual respect; this muliticulti thinking typically suggests an abiding belief in nothing in particular. Most ludicrous are those shrill personalities blowing up barber shops or beheading kite fliers in testament to their faith. One is forced to wonder to whom exactly these people are trying to prove their point. If anything, the greater the demonstrative histrionics, the less trust in the God they claim to worship.
"Something absolutely unheard of happens in Christianity. ... In all other religions we trust God, we believe in God. The death of Christ means God trusted us." Slavoj Zizek is my sort of fundamentalist and, nominally Marxist, he has actually read Paul; something I would suggest most Christians might usefully consider doing themselves. Quoting Neils Bohr, Zizek observes, "I was told it works even if you don't believe in it."
* Yet.
Alizée: J'ai pas vingt ans
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
April 12, 2007
Au revoir (mais pas adieu)
At long last I can ask the question which has plagued me all these lonely years:
Belinda Stronach, will you marry me?*
* Hat tip to The Wingnuterer who has links. Lots of links. This might take a while. For one thing, Belinda is going to have to register with TypeKey before she can leave a comment. Let's watch Industrial Symphony No. 1 while we wait. Ahh, Julee Cruise. Good times. Good times.
At least tangentially related Update: The Rightosphere Temperature Check for April; now featuring a majority in favour of natural selection.
The Ditty Bops: Wishful Thinking
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
Swim
Wow.
Also wonderful: Duet.
Caketown Update: In case there are Flea-readers who have missed the PG trailer for 300.
April 11, 2007
Be yourself
GQ has named Daniel Craig the best-dressed man of the year, saying the 007 look works for him as it "seems like an upgrade of what Craig would naturally wear." This is possibly the best articulation of what I have been trying to express through the Flea's crime-fighting panache. Be yourself, but more so.*
Yet even in the imaginary land of fast cars and faster women there is a feeling of unease and, forgive my German, Unheimlichkeit. James Rovira sees some cause for concern in a time when Bond has come to define the acme of post-war British masculinity. Worth the read even though, as with much film theory, it is difficult to infer whether the intent is criticism or lament. I particularly enjoyed this quoted screed by Tiger Tanaka from Ian Fleming's You Only Live Twice (hat tip to Agent Bedhead).
Quite.
* In related news, Russell Brand was nominated as both the No. 8 best dressed man and No. 1 worst dressed. Shouldn't Agent Bedhead be dating this guy? It might bring the reading public some relief from the ongoing Pete Doherty barrage.
Vitalic: My friend Dario
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.*
* Also fun: "Birds" by the Pleix Design Group featuring "Poney Part 1", a stylin' tune by Vitalic. Or so I have read; it sounds like Daft Punk to me. Perhaps someone might enlighten me on the point.
Arrest the usual suspects
Or whatever is left once the religion of pieces is through with them. In what must be the apotheosis of Newspeak, Reuters describes a chap as a suspected suicide bomber even though he "actually blew himself up."
April 10, 2007
Logan's (Re)Run
Joel Silver, producer of The Matrix amongst other things, thinks that Logan's Run (spoilerific original trailer of 1976) is "a bit silly" but loves the original material (that being the 1967 novel). So much so he plans to produce a remake.* Some Flea-readers may wonder why I would so wholeheartedly approve the idea having been appalled at the thought of an Escape from New York remake. To me, the distinction could not be more clear.
Plus what is not to love about this original intro:
In the 1980s the figure was 79.7 percent.
In the 1990s, 82.4 percent.
In the year 2000 — critical mass."
It is never too early to cast the new Jessica 6; suggestions are welcome. And to kick things off, I nominate Lindsay Lohan to reprise Farrah Fawcett-Majors' role as Holly 13.
* Ok, another remake. I loved the tv series too, btw.
Tweaker ft. David Sylvian: Linoleum
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
A Caprican in the White House
DefenseTech's Ward Carroll interviews some top people* from the Battlestar Galactica remake in the latest edition of his Editor's Desk podcast. Featured: Apollo of yore and Tom Zarek of today, Richard Hatch.
I have restricted my Battlestar commentary since the show jumped the daggett at the end of season two. Suffice to say things have picked up as the show has got more surreal. Mercifully, series producers appear to have backed away from the BDS-inspired plot-line dominating the start of season three.
* Top people.
April 09, 2007
Porter Airlines experience
There was a cold wind blowing and, thanks to the holiday, only a handful of people to be seen this last Friday morning at the Toronto Island Airport, once more grandly known as the Port George VI Airfield. Thanks to would be environmentalists and a handful of island residents, the airport is a source of some controversy (as with just about everything else cool about this town) but having flown from the island I will only go back to Pearson as a last resort.
Home to the Royal Norwegian Air Force for most of the War*, the island airport now hosts Porter Airlines; a combination of Canadian efficiency, class and cool. I had looked forward to traveling by Bombardier Q400 as I had seen - and barely heard - one pass overhead at last year's Toronto air show. I was not prepared for the experience. Perhaps it was the near empty streets, the short ferry ride to the terminal or the snow squall as the propellers begun to turn; this was the most romantic travel experience of my life. Everything had the glamour of the '40s - from the white leather seats to the stunning flight attendants - I half expected Ingrid Bergman to slink down the aisle. Pity I was on my own. Then again some journeys are all the more romantic for leaving someone behind; some things are too good to last (though I hope Porter Airlines makes a go of it).
* While I am on the subject of the Norwegian armed forces I want to point out the Royal Norwegian Navy claims to have nine stationary forts and six underwater bases. What exactly, I may ask, is an "underwater base" and how come I do not have one?
Blue Rodeo: Hasn't Hit Me Yet
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
Test pattern
This colour palette claims to be totally goth. One is forced to the question: Goth or not goth? (hat tip to Agent Bedhead)
April 06, 2007
Gatling gun, corset and spats
I finally got round to watching Steamboy. Arguably, the Japanese trailer makes a bit more sense as an introduction to the piece for Flea-readers who have yet to see it than the dubbed version. Yes, it is English, but Manchester never sounded like this. Still, it was worth the wait; magnificent, a triumph, breath-taking... no wait, that's Magdalene Veen, say, in some sort of deranged fantasy with a Gatling gun, corset and spats.
Where was I again? Ahh, right, Steampunk. The Flea's ongoing personal branding make-over has lead me to the style Bible of the new millennium - and the last century but one - Steampunk Magazine (via Warren Ellis). Throw some coal into the office copier and print yourself some reading for the underground carriageway.
Even if we had to make it all up.
Also loving the look of this Steampunk Keyboard mod. I will commission one for my very own just as soon as I get round to checking my winning lottery tickets investments.
Kate Bush: Rubberband Girl
Three rubber bands won't keep you up... Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
Fearful symmetries
Would you describe yourself as a circle, a square, a triangle or a square? Give it a moment's thought...
Your results here (hat tip to Agent Bedhead).
April 05, 2007
Cut you up
Tim Burton is an unusual artist in that his work rarely asks anyone to wonder what it is about. Exquisitely presented, yes, but with an antiseptic emptiness that is both sinister and devoid of affect.* Gothic window dressing as cinema. Edward Scissorhands is perhaps the most representative of the effect. Here he presents an amplified suburbia with an amplified black clothes kid - I should be able to relate - but nothing to hold on to by way of a moral lesson or existential insight; an Aesop's fable without the Aesop.
It is precisely this enigma which presents other artists with such a tempting challenge. British choreographer Matthew Bourne has seen into the heart of this southern California Frankenstein.
Bourne adds that Kim, the girl with whom Edward falls in love, “is also comforting for many young people. She learns to look beyond Edward’s strange appearance to the gentle and loving soul within. It gives all the world’s outsiders hope!”
Winona Ryder was the hope of all hopes... so give Tim Burton credit for that important insight. Which brings me to a Ryderless - and indeed Deppless - take on the same material. Last night's Toronto opening of Bourne's extravaganza more than met my expectations. Is perkigoth cinema for everyone? No. Is, for that matter, modern dance? No again. But Toronto showed it had more than enough devotees of the two to fill a three-thousand seat venue. My only advice to the production: A wordless spectacle so dependent on sound needs to get the balance right. Crank up your multiband equalizer and power down the 300-800 kHz range and the whole will not sound so boxy. That and make certain to have enough programs on hand for the door. My media kit was fine but I noticed paying customers were going short; perhaps a sign of an ever too slightly successful marketing campaign (we should all have such problems).
Finally, a local spectacle in the Orchestra seats...
Two Orchestra tickets: $196 plus tax.**
Stompity Stomp Stomp Boots: $250 dollars at Hell's Belles.
The Flea meets Raymi the Minx: Priceless.
* With the exception of Nightmare Before Christmas, which has a plot.
** Unless you find the special ticket offer on-line.
Sad Kermit: Hurt
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance (arguably nsfw) (hat tip to the Sister of the Flea).
Nostradamus Library
Luxist asks if we know any "any reclusive millionaires with an end-of-the-world obsession"; excepting the millionaire bit I certainly fit the bill. Though I am less reclusive than I used to be... but I digress. Given a massive lottery win I expect I would turn up at Swann Galleries in New York for April 23 if only to have a look at the Nostradamus Library of the late Peruvian collector, Daniel Ruzo de los Heros.
April 04, 2007
Here we go
Perhaps the single most pornographic video I have ever linked at the Flea. Ladies and gentlemen, Top Gear presents the Bugatti Veyron at top speed. Turn up your speakers.
The Bastard Fairies: Whatever
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre
Rantburg's Gorb reports on the French TGV (Train a Grande Vitesse) as it breaks the world rail speed record at 574.8 kilometres per hour (357.2 miles per hour) on a specially prepared track east of Paris.
April 03, 2007
The continuing unto the end until it be thoroughly finished
I can only hope the anemic reaction of the British public to the last five years is because the British public does not understand the scope of the problem.* This LA Times (?) opinion piece explained the problem to the American public over a month ago. It has been born out by events.
Even worse hit is the Royal Navy, which is at its smallest size since the 1500s. Now, British newspapers report, of the remaining 44 warships, at least 13 and possibly as many as 19 will be mothballed. If these cuts go through, Britain's fleet will be about the same size as those of Indonesia and Turkey and smaller than that of its age-old rival, France.
* The alternative is that the British public no longer cares. Better to concede halal food for English children, the truth about the Crusades or even the fact of the Holocaust rather than risk "provoking" anyone. Anything for a quiet life.
Björk: All is full of love
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
You make your peace sign and I'll make mine
Mary Van Note starts her pin-up girl training. I think my favourite part are the signing off noises (radically not safe for work).
April 02, 2007
Doomsday Vault
The BBC reports more than one hundred "countries" are contributing to a "Noah's Ark on Svalbard." The Svalbard Global Seed Vault - dubbed a Doomsday Vault by the gentlemen of the press - leaves me wondering about a few things. For example, what is it about these last days of Western civilization that leads to us obfuscation? The Empire did not bother to hide the purpose of its battle station behind some French concatenation; say, the Transplanetary Stability Maintenance Project. No, Death Star like Dreadnaught or Odic Battle Zeppelin has an admirably self-explanatory quality.
But to the transnational inversion of morality under whose burden our last footsteps must falter, the needle in our own eye is to be abominated while the plank in the eye of the sacred Other must never be named. Such is the end of Empire. At least Germania had the virtue of illiteracy. No Roman hold-out had to suffer the last indignity of reading about the sins of his fathers as the barbarians made sport of his daughters.
The first Death Star was destroyed in the Battle of Yavin and everyone aboard was lost. Though the Rebel Alliance official reports put the death toll at around a million Imperials, that estimate is based on intelligence about the minimum crew requirements to operate the Death Star. The Imperials tell a different story.
Imperial analysts claim that between 800 million to a billion people were lost in the "Yavin Massacre" This number is based on the flood of missing personnel reports filed in a period of 18 months after the Battle the Yavin. Imperial loyalists claim that the Alliance is intentionally down-playing the loss of life to distract from the fact that the destruction of the Death Star was an equally catastrophic loss of life as the destruction of Alderaan. The crew manifest of the Death Star was classified and destroyed with the station, so the truth may never be known.
George Lucas claims the only dead were Geonosians. So not to worry then. Why should we care about some far, far away people in a galaxy created by a know nothing?
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Seriously, if anyone yet doubts we are also at war with our own morons as much as we are with the seventh-century, please refer to this Popular Mechanics response to Rosie O'Donnell's latest embarrassment of Reason. My favourite comment summarizes the problem.
Commentary at Chasing Vincezo via Agent Bedhead from whence the first link.