
Antihistamines + one big hook = remix! Now is the time at the Flea when we dance (most probably nsfw).
I can only ask PDS sufferers to give this one a chance, it is a catchy tune.* Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
* Counting down to most obvious rejoinder in 5... 4... 3...
The Morgan Freeman thing is weird enough, Spiderman as a regular comedy feature on The Electric Company is weirder still. I had somehow blanked out this part of my childhood.

I knew that Sylvia Bataille* had starred in a never quite finished short film by Jean Renoir but I had never expected to see it. Enter a dvd release, the internet and the whole of A Day in the Country (1936) is on-line in five parts. Merveillieux!**
* Married to Flea-fav Georges Bataille and later to Flea-fav Jacques Lacan.
** Even if featuring some caddish behaviour and egregious lens blur.
Irn Bru taps an unlikely demographic. Friends don't let friends wear Crow make-up, btw.
Related: Kath's audition. What do you do for fun? Sit in dark rooms.
Arguably the best base-line in history. Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

It took a few years but I finally got round to watching Dark Star. I had not suspected John Carpenter of a phenomenological bent.
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
Also, Cars.

On the subject of Maps; Paperlilies is a goddess, no matter what the haters say.
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
Why I have delinked Scott Adams.
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Nate Harrison's smart documentary/installation piece, Can I Get An Amen? traces the history of a six-second break from The Winstons 1969 B-side "Amen Brother", the world's most important drum loop. The delivery is very dry but as someone trying to turn sampling into a living the content is fascinating.

The Guild is fun and, I suspect, not unrepresentative of on-line gaming life (Episode 1: Wake-Up Call, Episode 2: Zaboo'd, Episode 3: The Macro Problem).
Related, and most probably not work safe, Short Story Time: My Best Guess. Which stars Buffy alum, Felicia Day, pictured above as a Jedi chef. Ahem. And it turns out she really did play World of Warcraft.
John Landis, John Carpenter & David Cronenberg were interviewed in 1982 for "Fear on Film", an episode of movie round-table Take One. Cronenberg's comparison of the American film rating system versus Ontario's censorship board is particularly telling and especially for those ideologues who grew up with this system yet still insist Canada qua Canada is more free than its southern neighbour* (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3).
* For example, Canada was the only Western democracy to seize The Satanic Verses at the border. It was Freedom To Read Week. You can explain this stuff to people and they will still go on about the Patriot Act about which they know not a single particular. Gramsci called this phenomenon "ideology".
Why we fight: So girls like Carly can have the opportunity to do this. Now is the time at the Flea when we dance (via Ace).
A look at the Typhoon; a vehicle I never expected to see in this detail. Awesome.

You ever find out about somebody who does what you do but does it so much better? Yeah, this guy. Vladislaus Dantes has upped the ante.
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

A vexed question for adolescent gamers of the 1980s, how to pronounce the word lich, i.e. "a type of undead creature, usually an evil magician or powerful undead king, who has used evil rituals to bind their intellect to their animated corpse, thereby achieving a perverse form of immortality". It rhymes with witch, apparently. Kelandon explains the etymology.
Various nerd parsing ensues. A clue should have been the plural as "liches", hard to pronounce any other way.
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
The Flea's ongoing commitment to the explication of goth culture finds new heuristic promise in the form of these video illustrations. First, Pulling Cobwebs from the Ceiling at the 35 second mark; next, a demonstration of Grab the Bat, and, finally; a group practicing Kick the Smurf. I have yet to master the last one.
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If any Phantom Strangers would care to share their sandwich preferences, I would be most curious to learn what they are (via White Peril, a Ham Sandwich).
How to hide an airplane factory... not something I had thought necessary against the Japanese; better safe than sorry (via Neptunus Lex).

They took a staple of the Gen-X childhood - an sf classic - and rebooted it with punched up blacks in the photography, shaky-cam verité, a dark storyline and called it Battlestar Galactica.
Now add The Matrix and do the same thing for The Bionic Woman. It even features Katee Sackhoff in the pilot. Seriously, this is freaking awesome.
* You heard me.
Iron Man trailer: Kick ass! There is something profoundly satisfying when they get the myth right. Now, Dr. Strange, please (hat tip to Mr. Ash). One caveat, as Ace pointed out in his post on the subject, something at the Iron Man site crashes Firefox. Irritating.

"Los Angeles, as I have stated elsewhere, is a city that might have been designed by eighth grade girls." So Theresa Duncan introduces Ghost Ships of Los Angeles, yet another small gem unearthed - new to me, at least - since her death (via Blogging.la).*
And the converse just as true. A few busy-bodies' difference and Theresa and Jeremy Blake might still be creating things. Why does anyone commit suicide? And why these two in particular? Writing for Gawker, Choire offers a simple, arguably uncharitable but in a strong sense inarguable, point: "Not unexpectedly, no one as yet has an "answer." I do! You know why they killed themselves? Because they were fucked in the head. Just like everyone else who's ever killed himself." (hat tip to Agent Bedhead)
* And another moment via the LA Times.
MetaFilter describes the work of Belgian sculptor Stéphane Halleux as "Tim Burton meets Jules Verne."

As I am giving the Toronto International Film Festival a miss, I will not be seeing Elizabeth: The Golden Age with the wanking horde but must content myself to see it with the hoi polloi. That would be the aching distance of four weeks during which self-appointed cinéastes will put on airs for having seen an Oscar contender that much sooner; as if it takes a crystal ball and years at the ICA to work out Kate Blanchett is worth a look.
The FFFs - film festival f*ckers - talk up the opportunity to partake in Iranian art-house offerings but they are there for the Hollywood product they pretend to disdain and a fleeting glimpse of the celebrity to which they fancy themselves superior. There are not just one or two of these sociopaths kicking around but teeming thousands holding up traffic for the duration. Tossers. Tossing tosspots*
Not premiering at the Toronto International Film Festival? Aliens Vs Predator: Requiem, a film sure to be objectively superior to nine out of ten TIFF offerings.
* Excepting artists, industry people and journalists who have a excuse to be subjected to it. And, I will concede, all two or three fans of Iranian cinema who might otherwise have to rent a video instead.
Now it the time at the Flea when we dance (hat tip to Jeff).
Clive Barker´s Jericho trailer and gameplay footage is impressive but for some repetitive dialog. I am not one for first-person shooters but this looks right up my strasse.
Related: Clive Barker at Fangoria 2007 and hints at the forthcoming Midnight Meat Train.

Commenting to his own posted at the Belmont Club, Wretchard considers an important reason elites avoid war; Canada's former Primer Minister - with his family connections to French oil and his representing Canadian oil in its business dealings with Iran - slouches to mind.
By request of the Czar, Dr. H. H. Horne and his wife brought his X-ray apparatus to the palace of Nicholas II at St. Petersburg in the winter of 1898. "... according to Mrs. Horne, the equipment overloaded the palace’s electrical system, and she inadvertently bumped into the Czar in the darkness."
Tag-line and image of the hand of Nicholas II - The Lloyd E. Hawes Collection in the History of Radiology at the Harvard Medical Library.
Shades of Morrissey. Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
Flares into Darkness considers the consequences of sitting out an election. All the way back to Jerry Ford... (via Instapundit from whence the tag-line).

This post: Soon to be number one for "goth Hilary Duff", "gothic Hilary Duff", "vampire Hilary Duff" or some such variation on the similar. It may be a small dream but such is the advantage of an exceedingly specific ambition. More Hilary Duff evidence here; I point to the black nail polish as only one notable feature. Why is Hilary Duff "trying to be sexy" ask some of the on-line detractors for her new look? Well, for one thing there is being hot as hell. Also, a genius for promotion. I have no idea what a "tropical mangosteen blossom" might be still less am familiar with its "luminous" scent but am reasonably certain it is appealing. Can't go wrong with amber milk.
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
The Drink Soaked Trots discover Rabble; hilarity ensues.
Related: Three hours of the Hitch on C-SPAN earlier this year. I am delighted, obviously, by a passage where he denounces pacifism as an immoral ideology which would seek to disarm us in the face of our enemies; enemies it is our duty to destroy (which is exactly correct). But my favourite part of the piece is the tenth segment in which Christopher Hitchens introduces the Wyoming and his Washington apartment.

My dates for the next couple months... September 13: Fuck'd!!! is a new noise night and, having said I would come up with some old school industrial, my set is turning out orchestral instead; I have been listening to too much Venetian Snares. September 27 is my last scheduled gig at Savage Garden as Technical Glitch moves to a new venue. This one is going to be big; worth the price of admission for VOSQQ alone, a celebration of gothic violin! October 30: This All Hallow's Eve-Eve show is my debut appearance at The Drake Hotel*; it is an honour to be invited to play The AMBiENT PiNG.
September 13
Fuck’d!!! at Savage Garden
Tropizm, Brother Rat, Ghost of a flea, Sighup, Toronto Noise Company, Cauterwall, Dysenteryaki Deadtone
Doors open at 8. I will be on at 9 sharp.
September 27
Technical Glitch at Savage Garden
VOSQQ, Synkro, Sincere Trade, Moonbase, Laf-O, Ghost of a flea
Doors open at 8. I will be on at 9 ish.
October 30
The AMBiENT PiNG at The Drake Underground
Ghost of a flea and NOT_digital
Doors open at 8.
* Related: Russel Smith on hotels and literature. I like the idea of a hotel room as a stage and a hotel room as an anonymous place to write. A good part of the music I have been working on for the last two months was put together in the departure lounges of Ottawa International Airport; non-places can be good to get out of your head... Though as the Drake is clearly meant to be an updated Chelsea - Agent Bedhead's comparison - it lacks the anonymity Smith is describing. Which is ironic if only in an Alanis kind of way.
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.
The Jawas feature hot girls of Blizzcon 2007.

This somewhat belated coverage of the latest, much-maligned Harry Potter film resulted from a delay in tracking down the appropriate illustrative image. I believe it was worth the wait. It took a note from J.K. Rowling* to convince Helena Bonham Carter to take on the part of Bellatrix Lestrange for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. With three lines in the film she decided she needed to be "voluptuous-but-disheveled" thereby meeting the Flea-ideal.
* Minor spoiler for Book 7 at both links.
This trailer for a better end to Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows is also somewhat belated.
Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.