September 2008
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SF Story Gripes and Grapes
TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT SCIENCE FICTION by Mike Brotherton
A LIST OF EVERY PROBLEM EVERY STORY HAS EVER HAD by Doug Belle
More actual bookmarky stuff for me, that I might share with you. What Neil Gaiman might call, a “closing of tabs.”
Nightwalker, by Geoffrey Forsyth →
I’m posting this more to sort of bookmark it for myself. A short story that I liked. It works. Research for my embedded first person assigment.
“When the personages of a tale deal in conversation, the talk shall sound like...”
– Mark Twain, from his rules for writing.
How to Simulate Muxtape With Your Tumblr!
Easy. Click up in the top left corner of your dashboard. There’s a button that says ‘All Posts.’ Change the ‘type’ to ‘audio’ and everyone’s posted songs will show up in a line. Play them!
Except you have to click every time you want a new song. So what, I didn’t say it was a cure for being lazy.
Hey, the debate is on.
And it suuuucks.
NEW TOPATOCO DESIGN! →
Adam Holwerda. Destroyer of Viruses.
I had this crazy virus on my computer the other day. The kind that makes it so you can’t access your C:// drive? The kind that doesn’t let you CTRL+ALT+DEL to shut down whichever .dll is screwing with you and making stupid fake alerts pop up every five seconds telling you to go buy some fake antivirus. The kind that turns your background wallpaper into a red warning symbol which itself...
Wuh Joo Tawkin Bout
I was just thinking how weird it was that the proper way to say some word combinations in English is to mix consonants together to make a new sound, or to ignore one of the sounds. I find it happening with contractions. It’d = Idd. Idd be great if you did the dishes.
What’d you do last night = Wuh joo do last night? A case where the “tdy” combination actually turns into...
Watchblakewhitman:
The Writer (via Vimeo)
lifeofbk:
evanwalsh:
“Human” by The Killers
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Season 3
Season 3 of The Wire starts when? RIGHT NOW.
Let’s hope it’s like Season 1 and not like Season 2.
Publisher's Note
Publisher’s Note:
Peter Fogg was fifty-nine when he disappeared from the streets of Chicago on March 15, 2002. He was a lawyer in the court system, working in a firm that represented accident victims and wrongful death cases, and after he kissed his wife goodbye and stepped out the front door of his house, he was never seen again. After his missing persons case was closed and he was...
“Anyone who starts a sentence, “I think we can all agree,” obviously...”
– Adam Holwerda
Nothing About You
I hate nothing about you more than that grin; it hides your face, replacing you with some gloating mannequin that has stolen your hair and teeth and makes your voice into my pursed lips, the lines above my brow, the vein in my temple. The synthetic you knows what it is, knows I see, watches my wet anger with the joy only a plastic bitch can muster as I turn the spaghetti on my fork again, grind my...
WatchI saw part of this video on a commercial very late at night last week. And I spent a lot of time looking for it. It’s apparently a part of this show I will never watch entitled “Tim and Eric Awesome Show.” It made me laugh until I was crying and extremely nauseous. Yes, that’s Rainn Wilson, or Dwight Schrute.
And this doesn’t work in the Dashboard view - click...
Watchjoshuar:
Jonathan Haidt on the moral roots of liberals and conservatives
Watch this. It will change the way you frame the conservitive/liberal debate forever.
Or at least until I forget. Good stuff.
What If I Got This Dog? →
His name is Buddy, he’s 7 months old. He’s beautiful. He’d cost me 90 dollars. Only one or a hundred problems in that they’d never let me get him because I don’t have the means to take care of him at this point. :( I want a dog.
Super cute girl just smiled at me on the sidewalk. Probably never see her again.
This Is Not A Poem
Last night I found a tumor Wart or growth or whatever On the end of my thumb I watched it reach toward my knuckle With its white doughy fingers So I put the bolt cutters between my knees And pinched it off The thumb, not the tumor Satisfied, I went to bed But I guess whileI was sleeping It grew back The tumor, not the thumb Pudgy, pale and throbbing reaching toward my wrist So I put the chainsaw...
On Not Voting
This is in response to a few things. First, there seems to be a lot of misunderstanding on what Not Voting is, and what it means. What is Not Voting?
It’s when you don’t vote. On purpose.
Why is Not Voting not apathy?
Just as it seems there are always two choices in any said situation, it seems to follow that during election proceedings and such that there is also a two-choice...
Alguien, Alguien Para Mi
I wrote a letter back to my grandparents this morning. Enclosed with it a short story, and sent it off. Of course, it’s still sitting in the basement, but in my mind it’s sent off.
Today’s bowling scores: 122 and 92.
The cute girl in my bowling class is named Carla, and I heard her speaking Spanish today. She left early because her team only had two bowlers and so they...
WatchOMG. There are four of her.
“I actually put someone’s number in my phone as “Someone.” I...”
– (847) 770-0556
I just had this feeling.
Like when you write something passionate, intricate and clear. And someone reblogs it. And summarizes it. And does it wrong.
This is what he meant, of course. This here, means that. And that points there. And he is so right. And so am I.
Like when you point out that he’s misunderstood, failed to see. And he denies. And he defends. And he unfollows you.
Rain
It rained all weekend. All of it. Therefore I have spent the days inside, reading, writing, and sleeping.
So why does it feel like such a waste? Because I was forced to forego three or four things I was planning to do? Or because it’s already 8 on Sunday night and I feel like it should still be Saturday somehow. I feel cheated. And tomorrow it starts right back up again. Whoopee.
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cassiecoutard:
pixies- where is my mind
Songs...
- Easily Fixable Ways
Today was the day I had three classes each with things due in them/things to do in them. First came bowling. I completed the scoring test and proceeded to bowl an 86 and an 85. Whoa. Yeah. This is after Tuesday, when I was coming off of an all-nighter and bowled 126 and 144.
Anyway, then I had to get my butt over to Hubbard in twenty minutes (which is almost impossible to do, and I almost always...
Jokes.
Mitch Hedberg is alive again, even if for only forty more minutes. Listening to him makes me think of a lot of things. Mainly, how he inspired me to try stand-up comedy. Because he was my favorite, and then I met him, and then he died. So.
Then, when I did stand-up, I was really bad but people still laughed. It was a great time. I want to do it again. For Mitch. Here are some throwaway jokes I...
“2:1”
– Ratio of people I follow compared to people who follow me.
the value of a relationship is diminished when both members become aware that no reward is inheremt any longer. the cake is indeed a lie.
“In FRANCE, Jacques LeFevrier left nothing to chance when he decided to commit...”
– A Darwin Awards runner-up from 99. I love it.
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