Another Monday Morning, Another Quiz   






Which Royalty Are You? Find out! By Nishi.


Found via Quiz Me.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Sunday, September 29, 2002
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Holy Kitch, Batman   


Got an extra $95,000? The Bat Cycle is for sale.


Found via Who Would Buy That?.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Sunday, September 29, 2002
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Are you a Bunny Hugger or a Bunny Boiler?   


Some colorful words and phrases have been added to the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary.

Found on AP Digital.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Thursday, September 26, 2002
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Matches   


I have never been good at those Match Puzzles, but at least now I can waste my time with them using virtual matches.

Found via Milk and Cookies.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Thursday, September 26, 2002
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David Hasselhoff is Hooked on a Feelin' and I Couldn't Be More Disturbed   


Video here.

Found via Meme Pool.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, September 24, 2002
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Real Life Vigalante Super Hero Part Deux: Superman Patrols Supermall   


Although not a butt-kicking superhero, Mark Wyzenbeek likes to dress like one.

Found via Die Puny Humans.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, September 24, 2002
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Real Life Vigalante Super Hero   


An unidentified woman in Jordan tore off her black cloak (don't get too excited, she was wearing a traditional long dress underneath) and proceeded to beat the crap out of three men who harassed her. Apparently, she had some mad martial arts skills. Once getting over the initial shock, the men, who also harassed this woman in the past, turned tail and fled.

Continuing the superhero theme, the woman quipped, "Patience has its limits," before walking into the crowd.

Generally speaking, I don't dig on violence as a way to resolve conflict. But even I have to admit, this is pretty darn cool.

Found via Boing Boing.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, September 24, 2002
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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall...   


Sure, you could entertain yourself with TV Guides 50 Sexiest people...or Science's 10 Muost Beautiful experiments, which is much cooler.

Found on AdamCurry.com via News Is Free.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, September 24, 2002
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Hermit Hired   


As a follow-up to this post, I am happy to report that performance artist Ansuman Biswas has been hired to be a hermit for the weekend.

I fail to see how its possible to consider yourself a hermit, even for a weekend, when surrounded by press and tourists. I know plenty of folks who live like hermits for free, every day of thier lives.


Found on AP Digital.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, September 23, 2002
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Some People Have Too Much Time on Their Hands   


and make flash animations like this one. A few notes:


  1. Make sure your volume is on

  2. Don't play this at work...unless you have a private office or the people around you are hard of hearing.

  3. This will certainly wake you up


Enjoy!

Found via Madville.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, September 23, 2002
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Monday Morning Quiz   




A WHITE Dragon Lies Beneath!



I took the Inner Dragon online quiz and found out I am a White Dragon on the inside. If there ever was an apparition of balance, power and reclusive intelligence, my Inner Dragon is it. Whites are a fairly common dragon and are considered one of two harmonious dragons. My antithesis is the evil Black Dragon.



My Inner Dragon likes to think things out, plot against enemies, and look down upon the world from the highest mountain peaks. My favorable attributes are the Day, the Sun, truth, a positive attitude, and helpful magic. Humans only need fear me when they stray into my domain without proper tribute. Of course, that tribute would probably be a cake the size of a Volkswagen, but hey, if they wanted to move through my turf they should have brought it, right? If someone ever really wanted a fight I'd be an impressive opponent, considering I pack a breath weapon combination of Fire and Lightning. Even the nicest dragons can do some serious damage.



Posted by Sarcasmo on Sunday, September 22, 2002
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Star Wars Foot Fetishists, Rejoice   


Whether you just love Star Wars footwear, or you're trying to get your Jango Fett costume just right this year, The Boots of Star Wars has got you covered.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Sunday, September 22, 2002
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"Either way you look at it it's pretty weird."   


The above was quipped by Doug Sweet, curator of fishes at the Detroit's Belle Isle Aquarium. What was he talking about? Shark Virgin Births.

I am not making this up. A female shark that has been in captivity and without male companionship has had three baby sharks this year.


Found via Wacky News

Posted by Sarcasmo on Saturday, September 21, 2002
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More Lemony Snicket   


Apparently, there was a caption contest to win a visit from the elusive Mr. Snicket himself. The submitted captions are quite clever, and funny if you are at all familiar with the work of Mr. Snicket and the Unfortunate story of the Baudelaire trio.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Saturday, September 21, 2002
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Harry Potter Flies Again   


Good news about the next Harry Potter book..it's nearly ready. Looks like it may even be out in time for the Christmas holidays; at least for folks in the UK.
Joy!

And, to hold me over, I belive the next Lemony Snicket book comes out next month!

Harry Potter info found via Plastic.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Saturday, September 21, 2002
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Happy Birthday, Dad!   


It's my Dad's birthday! Send his congratulations here!

Hey, it's my blog. I'll do what I want.

Actually, yesterday was my Dad's birthday, but my server was down..so please congratulate Dad today!

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, September 20, 2002
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All the Dwarves Were Kung-Fu Fighting   


I have a friend who feels that any movie can be made better with the addition of Kung Fu or strippers. (And don't even try it. We've already started working on our Kung-Fu/Stripper movie). Turns out he must not be the only one. Disney is giving Snow White an overhall, complete with butt-kicking Shao Lin monks. No word yet about the strippers.

I wonder what kind of ride they'll make out of this in Disneyland?

Found via Fark.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, September 20, 2002
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Black Sam Vane   


That's my Pirate name. (A good thing to know for Talk Like a Pirate Day.)

Found on Nobi1.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, September 20, 2002
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Light Goes On, Light Goes Off, Light Goes On, Light Goes Off   


Paul Mathis is a very silly person. Through the wonderous power of the Internet, he has given the average websurfer the power to turn on and off various lights in his office, as well as forcing him to listen to any number of irritating pieces of music. The best part? He's got the place wired for video and sound. You can watch yourself irritate him to no end.

He does have his reasons, but it mostly boils down to "because I can." I warn you, this can become a bit addictive.

As an added bonus feature, you can send him your scream. If he likes it, he might use it as his email notification noise. Fun!


Found via B3ta.com.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, September 20, 2002
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Patriotism Means No Questions   


Writer Micah Wright has put together some very powerful war propaganda posters.

Ah, Satire...our bastion of hope in an otherwise all-too-frightening world.


And for another look at the Commander in Chief and his croonies, you can check this out too. I often feel that it is exactly that simple for him.

Found on Milk and Cookies and Hello Mate, respectively.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Thursday, September 19, 2002
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Grokking the Universe   


Although I don't always agree with his social commentary, I do find Heinlein's books to be full of exciting prose and ideas. Even if you are not a science fiction fan, the Quotable Heinlein database is full of terrific literary gems. For example:

"He's an honest politician, he stays bought."

     -Jubal Harshaw in Stranger In a Strange Land

Found via User Friendly

Posted by Sarcasmo on Wednesday, September 18, 2002
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Well, Umm, Sorry For Taking All Your Natural Resources, for a Start   


What wisdom would you impart upon your ancestors thousands of years into the future? Start thinking fast. You have until December 31, 2002 to submit these thoughts to KEO, after which they will be sent off into a satellite only to return 50,000 years later.

Almost more interesting, all messages (after being made anonymous), will be available for public perusal. I think it will be a fascinating look at our culture as humans in the 21st century. I am also really digging on the idea of the Contemporary Library of Alexandria. Hopefully this one will be harder to burn down.

When you have the whole world (at least those with Internet Access), and the future as your audience, what do you say?

Found via Plastic.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, September 17, 2002
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Third Time is the Charm...Or Perhaps Time for A Restraining Order   


Ah, Kismet, you bitch. I am here innocently blogging away when I find out Johnny Depp is on Inside the Actor's Studio. And here's me with a Johnny Depp story. Well, two. Neither particularly favorable. At least from his perspective.


When I was younger, I was going to grow up and marry Johnny Depp. I didn't want to marry Johnny Depp. I didn't wish to marry Johnny Depp. I simply was going to marry him. My love was that strong, my passion that deep, my firmly held belief that great. Although I had thought he was adorable in Nightmare on Elm Street, I hadn't realized our destiny until I saw him on as Officer Tom Hanson on 21 Jump Street. (This worked out well, as my best friend at the time had a crush on Peter DeLuise). My room was a shrine to Johnny...the wall next to my bed was literally floor to ceiling Depp. Sure, a few other faces made their way onto my wall, (Rob Lowe, C. Thomas Howell, Ralph Macchio) but they were merely passing fancies. Johnny Depp was the One.


Winona? Please. His whole concept of forever would change once he met me.


Amazingly, the prayers of my pre-teen to teen friends and I were answered. Johnny Depp was coming to our town, and would be appearing at the car show. Yes, that's right, the car show. He was to make several appearances. Of course my friends and I, having no interest in cars whatsoever, made our way downtown to be there when the show opened.


We were there, surrounded by car enthusiasts and other star-watchers. You can imagine our despair when they announced that Mr. Depp's plane had been victim of Canadian weather; he had been snowed in. He would miss the first appearance, but should make the next. We stayed and waited. We looked custom-painted Harley Davidson motorbikes. I helped my friend Kristy steal John Stamos' paper Coca-Cola cup (I wonder if she still has it). We walked mournfully by his display area. I imagine we looked at a great many cars (the memory of those escape me). Someone was selling large, ugly belt buckles. I think someone else was selling guns.


He missed the second appearance. By this time, the Convention Center was being overrun with long-faced teenagers, determined to see our...err..my future husband. We got an autograph from John J. York (he was pimping his show Werewolf at the time). We got our picture taken with Drake Hogestyn. We snickered at a young Alyssa Milano.


Then, oh joy, he was going to arrive. We rushed to his area. We pressed our way in until we were maybe 50 or so from the stage. Everyone was screaming. "Johnny, we love you!", "Johnny!", ""Johnny, I want to have your babies." (Yes, yes, the last one was me).


Johnny made his way up to the stage, and looked utterly bewildered at the huge turnout of raging estrogen before him. His fame was new to him at the time, and he clearly was not comfortable with it. It was unbelievably endearing. He took off his denim jacket, revealing a muscle shirt underneath. It brought the house down.

The very calm PA asked to us to give our names to the assistants who were coming around. The assistants sold us Johnny's publicity photo, so we could have him sign it. They also put our name on it for us, to expedite the process. I haven't seen my copy of the picture in years, but I remember it well. It was black and white, a side shot. He wore a white tee-shirt with the sleeve rolled up, baring his muscle. His eyes were dark and brooding; his hair pointy and stuck up into the air as well as hanging over his eyes. I held it in my hands like it were made of gold. In that room, it was worth much much more.


I was utter confidence in that line. I took in every spike of his dark hair, I examine his high-cheekbones, wondering if he really was part Cherokee. I knew he would love me the minute he saw me.


At long last (hours, minutes, seconds, I barely remember the wait), it was my turn. His assistant took my photo and handed it to him. He was just on the other side of the table from me. He stood up and leaned over the table. He was close enough that I could breath him in. He look down at my photo, then turned his head up to meet my eyes. He looked right into them and said "You're name is Star?" (which, incidentally, it is). Magic. Johnny Depp looked deep into my eyes and said my name. This was it. This was my moment. This is what I had been waiting for.

This is what I said:


"......."

Okay, that may be a bit of an exaggeration. Some nonsense symbols may have come tumbling out of my mouth. Regardless, I blew it. Christine (the Peter DeLuise fan) saved me at the time by asking him about his newest tattoo (I believe it was an image of a Native American). Suddenly my feet could move again. I thought I might try and talk again but we were shuffled along. I was devastated.

This would be a sad enough chapter in my life; something for the "most embarrassing moments" file, if only it were the only experience. *Sigh*

It happened again. Only this time not nearly as sweet.

It was years later, and Pop Culture Boy and I had just begun dating. We had gone to New York for the day, in the middle of summer. I had skipped breakfast, and dressed all together wrong. I had dressed for Philadelphia weather, which was on the chilly side. New York, however, proved to be unrelentingly hot that day, with nary a cloud to provide shade. This blazing day found us in the Central Park area around lunch time, a bit lost, and trying desperately to find something to eat that wasn't Tavern on the Green. I was overheated, hungry, and irritated that Pop Culture Boy was pretending he knew his way around when he clearly didn't. Let's face it. None of these are good reasons for being outwardly rude. But I was cranky, and it cost me.


I believe we wandering aimlessly down Central Park West, when I spotted a young man coming down the street in our direction. He had long-dark hair, and was wearing a white tee-shirt, khakis with suspenders, and a silly hat. Very Benny and Joon.


"Well," I said, a bit too loudly, "doesn't he just want to be Johnny Depp." I was unforgivably catty. The young man doubled his steps and walked quickly away. Please understand, where I am from, people who dress like characters in movies are wannabes-. But this, my friends, was New York City.

Pop-Culture Boy turned to me and said very calmly and quietly,


"That was Johnny Depp."


And so it was. Just to clinch the deal, our local paper the next day mentioned that Depp had been spotted in NYC filming Donnie Brasco. So there was strike two.


I am sure if Mr. Depp and I cross paths again, some sort of cosmic convergence is bound to happen. Possibly undying passion. Possibly the end of the world. At this point, I'd be happy if I could manage to smile and say hello.



Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, September 16, 2002
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Movie Suggestions   


I've been watching some really interesting movies lately. Thought I'd pass a few titles along for those of you who often find themselves at the video store unprepared. It's an odd mix of films, so you're bound to find something you like:


  1. Sunset Boulevard: Just finished watching this on cable, not for the first time. My intention was to leave it on in the background while I got some much needed cleaning done. Two hours later, the house is still a mess, and I am still amazed and disturbed by Gloria Swanson's phenomenal performance. I don't know if I could watch her in anything else. I will always see her as Norma Desmond. Also, there are some fun cameos in this fim (Buster Keaton, Cecil B. DeMille, Hedda Hopper, and even Jack "Just the Facts Ma'm" Webb.)

  2. Ringu: Come on, you didn't think you were going to get away without at least one foreign film on this list. This one is well worth the subtitles. An atmospheric ghost story that combines technology with mythology, Ringu intrigues from the first image to the last disturbing scene. I watched this in a room full of people (in the dark, of course), and was still scared silly. I highly recommend it. (If you are not a Japanese speaker, and particularly opposed to the subtitles, there is an American version coming out soon. The trailer looks like it might be fairly faithful, but I, for one, am not holding my breath.)

  3. We Married Margo: I came across this on IFC a few weeks ago, and became instantly enamored with this indie film. Allegedly a true story, this funny, real, charming buddy picture tells the tale of two men who become friends after being married to the same woman. There is some great writing, clever forays into pop-culture (visual and verbal), and a great energy between the key players. An added bonus is the many unexpected celebrity cameos; the most endearing and amusing of which is probably Kevin Bacon's scene (I won't ruin it for you). A fun way to spend a rainy afternoon.




And of course, send your suggestions my way. Enjoy.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, September 16, 2002
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War Invitation Refused Due to Ozzfest   


If only peace were this easy.

I wonder what kind of pizza they'll be getting.

Found on Metafilter.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, September 16, 2002
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Curious Goods   


Call Uncle Lewis back from the grave. Battery-powered toys got up and did their thing after their home was struck by lightning.

Of course, there is the scientific explanation involving static electricity; but come on, that's no fun.

Found on Fark.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, September 16, 2002
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Quiz   


Monday morning quiz time:



What Sort of Hat Are You? I am an Origami Hat.I am an Origami Hat.


I am generally dissatisfied with the products of others, so I make my own; stronger, faster, better. I'm a creative and inventive person. What Sort of Hat Are You?



Found on Quiz'me.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, September 16, 2002
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Cut-Rate Coffins   


This Texan sticks it to the funeral directors by selling discount coffins direct to the consumers. His company, Budget Casket, sells discount caskets and "funeral accessories." Click the image in the article to see his late-night commercials.


I find this terribly amusing, although I am not sure why.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, September 16, 2002
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Wake Up Call



I am really glad I wore pyjamas to bed last night, and not only because of
the chill in the air.

I should start by saying I live on the 14th floor of a a high-rise. Our
bed sits right beneath our window, so I can enjoy the evening breeze. We
tend to leave our blinds open. This is generally not a problem as a peeping
tom would need to use high-powered binoculars if he wanted to peep in on
what we're doing.

Being an old building, they have been doing work on the frescos near the
roof. We've had ropes hanging outside our window for months. Doesn't do
much for the view, mind you, but they weren't hurting anything either. I
like to think of them as a possible escape route. Or that they are there
in case Batman decides he wants to stop by for a late night chat. At least
the scaffolding is gone.

This morning, I woke up sniffly. I sat up in bed, leaned over to the
window sill and got a tissue. As I sat there blowing my nose, a man in a
window-washer-type platform went past my window, on his way to the roof.
He was less than five feet away from me, and me still in my pyjamas and
sleep sand in my eyes.

"Morning," I said. (Well, what else was I supposed to do? Pretend we
hadn't made eye contact?)

"Morning," he nodded.

My husband (who I threw the blanket over somewhat belatedly. He did not
wear pyjamas last night) was looking at me like I had three heads. He
failed to see how I could maintain that sort of normalcy when a stranger
unexpectedly appeared at our window. I think I've simply learned to expect
the unexpected.

Shrug. Heck of a way to start the morning. TGIF.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, September 13, 2002
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Sick of the Smiley? Now We Know Who To Blame   


And where to go in the space time continum to eradicate it forever.

Yes, those sleuths at Microsoft have finally hunted down Scott E Fahlman 's elusive BBS post that first suggested the use of the smiley and frowny emoticons to indicate the tone of an email. Apparently this process took several months of man and brain power, both from Microsoft and Carnagie Mellon University.

Nice to know these folks have plenty to keep them busy. I mean sure, Outlook running on NT still has severe security issues, but at least when I complain about it I can use the historically documented

:-(

to express my disdain.

Found via The Register.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, September 13, 2002
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This Could Be Your Lucky Day...But Likely Not   


Ever wondered why Friday the 13th is supposed to be unlucky? Does it all come down to Loki? Or the number of diners at the last supper? These and a few other stretched tidbits can be found in Why Friday the 13th is Unlucky. Here is a factoid that stuck out for me:
"It's said, for example, that fears surrounding the number 13 are as old as the act of counting. Primitive man had only his 10 fingers and two feet to represent units, so he could not count higher than 12. What lay beyond that – "13" – was an impenetrable, frightening mystery, thus a source of superstition."


Sorry. I wasn't aware that primitive man didn't have toes!

Personally I live on the 13th floor of an old building (which merely masquerades as the 14th floor). Therefore the daily struggle to maintain my sanity stops me from putting too much faith in the awesome and terrible power of 13.
Even so, I'll probably look both ways several times before crossing the street today, if only because the triskaidekaphobes will be too weired out to watch where they are driving.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Thursday, September 12, 2002
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And While You Have Your Calendar and Marking Pen Out   


Don't forget banned book week:




Read as many banned books as you can. Hurry! There are dangerous ideas out there just waiting to inspire you!

Posted by Sarcasmo on Thursday, September 12, 2002
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Mark Your Calendars   


Thursday, September 19th is World-Talk-Like-A-Pirate-Day. Finally, a World day I can get behind (well, this and World Towel Day.

I wonder where I can get me a parrot for the day.

Found via Fun Junkie

Posted by Sarcasmo on Thursday, September 12, 2002
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AARRGGHH!!   


Don't you hate it when you're all wound up with no outlet for your frustration and their is nothing good to smash? You pound on the pillows awhile and find it all together unsatisfying. I found myself in this very situation in the wee small hours this morning...and with nothing to smash.

Well, there was plenty of stuff I could smash. Nothing I wouldn't want for later though. And certainly nothing I would want to clean up after. What's the use of having a good smash if you then have to clean it up.

Here is what I'm thinking. I should open up a Vent Your Frustration type outlet, where folks can come hit punching bags and smash stuff at all hours until their agression is abated. Does anyone know how complicated it would be to recycle broken glass shards into new panes of glass? That could really cut down on my overhead.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Thursday, September 12, 2002
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This Is So Digusting A Comment on Humanity   


I can't even comment:

Rent a Rapist

Found via Die Puny Humans.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Wednesday, September 11, 2002
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NO NO NO NO NO   


I will not talk about it. The more we stress it, the more creedence we give what was done.

Damn. I'm doing it anyway.

Since we must...the most interesting piece I've seen so far can be found on Plastic here.

And I now refuse to watch the news for the next week.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, September 10, 2002
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Am I This Or Not?   


Not sure what you are? Is it not enough for you or your blog to be rated Hot or Not? Then see what else you are (or aren't) in this incredible list of Am I ____or Not surveys. Some favorites (this is not worksafe surfing):


The list goes on and on. Worried you're not represented? Don't. It appears that anyone can submit their pic (or the pic of the their enemies) to any of the categories.


Warning: Broken images abound, so be patient. Also, things with adult themes likely have adult pics. Be responsible.
(Or sneaky. Whichever works for you.)



Found via the Escribitionist.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, September 10, 2002
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Best Book Quote This Week   


From Buried Alive by Jan Bondeson:


"Indeed, the best preventitive measure for those fearing a premature burial may well be to avoid taking a drug overdose while outdoors in cold weather."


Phew! Well, there's THAT primal fear narrowly avoided.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, September 10, 2002
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Stop Me Before I Quiz Again   


This week's quiz silliness:

What revolution are You?
Made by altern_active



I am so addicted to these things. It's sad.

Found on Quiz'me.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, September 10, 2002
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Let's All Go Outside and Watch the City Go to the Devil   


Last night I went with some friends to see the restored version of Fritz Lang's 1927 classic Metropolis. Pieced together from various sources, and re-united with its original score, the restoration has a great deal to offer general film fans, sci-fi lovers, and followers of the German Expressionist movement. It claims to be the most complete showing since its premiere. It is certainly very different than how I remember it on home video. Very different.

I love going to see old films on the big screen. I am of the opinion that most films made before the "made for tv movie" are just too big to fit on the little box in the living room. They are grand, sweeping, and theatrical. Metropolis was certainly no exception. It is resplendent with unusal and beautiful imagery, fantastically well choreographed (no, it's not a musical--but a great deal of the films theme deals with mechanism--both in the machine form and in daily life). Many of the dramatic action scenes are truly thrilling; even to an audience jaded by the fast film cuts, huge special effects, and the absence of any interesting dialogue. Brigette Helm's performance as the diametrically opposed Maria and Machine Man are well worth the price of admission.

I recommend this restoration to everyone, with a few caveats:



I could talk for hours about this film, but I am running late. Must go and feed the machine.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, September 10, 2002
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Duck and Cover   


These new visuals for the classic Atomic-Age-nightmare-bringing-Bert-the-Turtle-educational-film are funny, ironic, and as useful as the original. Have fun. And remember, pull your jacket over your head to protect yourself from an atomic blast.


Found on Milk and Cookies

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, September 06, 2002
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What if Your Favorite Author's Had Blogs of the Their Own?   


Read the fictional blogs of D.H. Lawrence, a.a. milne, Edward Gorey, Neil Gaiman and more.

Funny. Clever. Read them.

Found this link, appropriately enough, on Neil Gaiman's actual blog.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, September 06, 2002
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Like, English Teachers Everywhere are Like, Crying   


Linguist gives credibility to the word like.


And, joy of joys, this research was done in my own hometown. *SIGH* Another battle lost in the grammar war.


Found via for Wacky News

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, September 06, 2002
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A Good Way to Get Your Kid Beat Up   


We all know that parents don't always consider the social ramifications of the names they give their children. A German couple, for example, is currently fighting to name their child Osama bin Laden.



Although understandably not a popular choice, what disturbs me most about this article is the fact that German law can prohibit people from naming their children what they want to name them, based on certain criteria. According to CNN: "A name must clearly identify the child's gender and must not ridicule the child or be offensive."


Seems a bit subjective to me. Who decide's what is offensive? (Sure, Osama bin Laden is offensive now, but not, say 14 months ago. How about in a year?) And personally, I've always liked cross-gendered and gender neurtral names. (For example, I always liked Michael and Gavin as names for a girl). Without the right to do that, we may never have had the musical classic A Boy Named Sue.


Now I get to appreciate another right I have as an American...and hope that this too doesn't find its way in the path of the Rights Removed for Your Protection brigade. I wonder...would anyone try to stop an American from naming their child Osama bin Laden?


Found on Blogdex.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, September 06, 2002
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Science Finally Catching up with Comic Books?   


Optics.org reports that:

Ray Alden of North Carolina is attempting to patent a "three dimensional cloaking process and apparatus" for concealing objects and people (WO 02/067196).


The description sounds quite like the old standby if smoke and mirrors, and thereby entirely plausible.

Could this be a new tool for budding supervillans everywhere? Or will we all just run around with it draped over our shoulders shouting "Look! I'm a floating head!" Either way sounds like fun.

Found on BoingBoing, no matter how carefully it was hiding.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, September 06, 2002
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Video Game Video   


If the PS2 was your first foray into the wonderful world of video games, then you may have trouble interpreting the shapes in thie video for the song Video Computer System. But if you first enjoyed games on your Atari 2600, Commodore 64 or Apple IIe, this video by the band Golden Showers will give you the warm fuzzies.

Found on Milk and Cookies.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Wednesday, September 04, 2002
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Now I Have to Remove Greece from my Travel Itinerary   



Shoot-'em up games (yes, even on your hand-held) have been outlawed in
Greece.

Don't they know Doom III is coming out soon? Are they mad?

More importantly...which do you value more? A vacation on an island
paradise, rich with history and inexpensive (by USA standards) hotel and
shopping expenses; or the freedom to play the video games when and where
you want.

Even though I doubt I would spend a Greecian vacation playing games, I
think you know where I come down on this argument. I hope Greek Gamers
fight this law like the Big Boss monster it is.

Thanks to Jim for this disturbing news.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Wednesday, September 04, 2002
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Men, Women, and Pain   


Me: Car accident, jaws of life, ambulence ride, 24 stitches.

Pain killer: take some Tylenol


Pop-Culture Boy: Toothache from cavity. Walk to ER and home again. No
immediate procedure.


Pain killer: Percocet.

Percocet.

Do doctor's actually think women's pain tolerence is that much higher? I
think there must be a conspiracy afoot.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Wednesday, September 04, 2002
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I know I usually post these as a Monday Morning pick-me-up, but Monday was a holiday here, so here's a bit of Tuesday morning silliness instead:



I am a muse.

What legend are you?. Take the Legendary Being Quiz by Paradox



Found by way of AntiJoe.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, September 02, 2002
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New Book Challenges Windor Right to British Throne


Due out this week, The Victorians by A.N. Wilson calls Queen Victoria's parentage into question.

I don't imagine that Prince Ernst of Hanover will try to make a case for a seat on the throne..but then again, you never know. It could be the War of the Roses all over again.

Found on Die Puny Humans.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Sunday, September 01, 2002
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What would you look like as a South Park character?



This would be me.

Make your own South Park look-a-like here.

Found on Small To.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Sunday, September 01, 2002
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