Then online shopping is the only way to go. Here is Sarcasmo's Handy-Dandy List of Fine Gift Ideas for The Loved Ones in Your Life (or ME, ME, ME!):
- Holiday Gifts for the Cultural Elitist on Your List : Fun stuff from the Unemployed Philosopher's Guild. I particularly like the Narcissim mirrors, Freudian Slippers, and the Nietzsches Will to Power Bar. (No need to pick up the Shakespeare Finger Puppet though. I already have it. I keep it at my desk at work with plans to use it to talk to people who really irritate me.)
- Via Found in the In-Box
- For the Developmentally Arrested: Loads of things I wouldn't say no to on the Cartoon Network Ultimate Holiday Gift List! Personal favorites include the Space Ghost Desk and Chair, Dexter's Lab bedroom, and the Power Puff Girls Bedroom.
- For the Slightly Off-Kilter: When Art and Consumerism collide, you end up with elsewhere, a "New York based industrial design collective [that] blurs the line between art and product". Lots of fun and scary stuff here, including the nifty Mazallaneous bookshelf, the Shardelier & Lite-bright lamps, and the allegedly functional Aquariass toilet. Think they'll come decorate my place?
- Found on Kid Icarus and the Gang
- For the Subversive: Groovy stuff based on the art at the Propaganda Remix Project. Personally, I've got my eyes on the Books Cause Dangerous Thoughts line of products.
Now go and consume conspicuously! (You know ya wanna!)
Unless I am in a bookstore, comic shop, or video game haven, I hate to shop. I particularly hate mall shopping, as it combines everything bad about shopping with the added bonus of dealing with rude and unhelpful people. Therefore, it should come to no surprise to anyone that I opted to work this Friday rather than take the long weekend and get holiday shopping done.
For those of you who, like me, are facing the strange vibe of a work-day-after-a-holiday-but-prior-to-a-weekend (or if you're off from work and just screwing around on your computer), here's some linkage to get you through the day:
- It Was Bound to Happen: Move over, Cheney. It's Bush/Orwell in '04
- Carrots, Handbags, Cheese: I don't know what it is about strange flash cartoons, but I just can't get enough of them.
- (mostly) Found on Web Zen
- For the Love of Lexicography: I was recently at a party where a hot debate broke out over the origin of the phrase to carry a torch for someone. (Actually, the whole thing started with the origins of torch song, but quickly degenerated). The internet was summoned, a dictionary brought forth, and, inevitably, research librarians telephoned. It totally rocked my world...so it should come as no surprise that I was delighted to find Words of choice: a selection of words with unusual origins on the OED News site. (Incidentally, if you are interested in the murky origins of to carry a torch, check out this entry from The Word Detective.)
- Artsy Fun: Need a creative break? Make your own Mr. Picassohead (see my masterpiece here), or Color They Might Be Giants.
- Via J-Walk Blog & Incoming Signals
- Bims Bam Booms?: Speedy recitation of Fox in Socks. Enough to make your head spin.
- by way of The Ultimate Insult
- Come Get Some, Sucker:
Also, the particularly astute among you may have noticed I'm in the process of adding more links. Be extra sure to check out The Audi Olympics (for a good brain scramble), Makeoutcity (like a news aggregator, only infinitely more interesting), and Blog Herald (because what's more meme-tic than a blog about blog news)?
Enjoy your weekend!
One of the benefits in attending three Thanksgiving Feasts (none of which I had to cook -- score!) is that I got to spend the holiday with many (all though not all) the people I love and am thankful to have in my life.
It also means a very full and happy belly. Many thanks to the Pink Haired clan, Little Sam, and SarcasMom and SarcasDad for good food, good fun, and good company.
The Pursuit of Scientific Advancement once again poses Sarcasmo with an ethical dilema: Should I have electrodes inserted into my spine and a machine implanted my skin to help test a device that triggers orgasms?
Scary, but tempting...
Sound familiar? If you are an American citizen, you probably had to memorize it in gradeschool, or learn it for your citizenship exam. At the same time you would have learned that America is a land built on the ideals of liberty, equality, and opportunity; that it is a melting pot where people from all walks of life could come together to live and thrive.
That's right, it's the Preamble to the Constitution of the United States of America. Even if you aren't a citizen of the USA, you've probably heard of it. We're quite proud of it. We gave it a day. We have it under heavy protection in our National Archives. Here in my hometown we've even built the Constitution it's own museum (and if you're ever in Philly, it's well worth the visit).
So, with that in mind, please tell me how The Federal Marraige Amendement applies to the above?
What a surprise. It doesn't.
I took a gander at the previous amendments, and it seems to me the only other time in history the Constitution has been used to take something away from the citizen of this country was the 18th Amendment, which abolished the manufacture and sale of liquor. (An amendment, incidentally, which was later repealed by the 21st Amendment.) And even the 18th Amendment, which we laugh about now, applied to all citizens of the United States...it didn't seek to define/remove rights for specific members of the citizenry.
I'm no civil rights lawyer (any lawyers or law students out there, feel free to chime in on this), but if this amendment is passed, it seems to me that it will effectively counteract the rights set forth in the 14th Amendment, which promises:
All persons [emphasis mine] born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.
As an American citizen and citizen of the world, I truly believe that the government has no right to pass legislation on religious beliefs; that is, they should not use their power to force religious organizations to alter there definition of marriage (or any other religious ceremony), nor should they attempt to force individuals to change their individual religious beliefs. Beliefs are a personal matter, and can not be legislated by anyone. (I certainly wouldn't want them to try and legislate mine.)
However, what we are talking about here is using the law to enforce and propogate a specific idealogy; one which is framed by a specific religious belief. In his pursuit of protecting his ideals, Bush himself refers to the the sacred nature and sanctity of marriage. These are sharply religious & dogmatic terms.
Certainly, marriage in the eyes of a religious organization is between the wedded couple and their lord (or lords). However, marriage in the eyes of a law is a legal contract, and as such is required to treat all citizens equally. And it certainly has no place being dictated by religion. Their's, your's, mine, or anyone else's.
The Federal Marriage Amendment represents a pathetic, elitist, homophobic, fascisim that I find frightening; and it bodes poorly for the United States. It paints us as a nation of close-minded hypocrites. (I realize the current administration doesn't care much for the opinion of the rest of the world, but I, for one, believe I have to live on this planet with the rest of them, and hate the idea that this might represent my beliefs).
And if you think it isn't a threat to you, think again. If this administration is prepared to deny rights to some citizens, whose to say they won't eventually deny rights everyone?
I am reminded of this poem, attributed to Rev. Martin Niemoller:
First they came for the Communists,
and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a Communist.
Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a Jew.
Then they came for the Catholics,
and I didn’t speak up,
because I was a Protestant.
Then they came for me,
and by that time there was no one
left to speak up for me.
You're right, of course. This isn't the Holocaust, but the message still applies. If you let them penalize some citizens for not fitting their idealist mold, you'll have no quarter when they come for you.
And believe you me, they'll be coming.
While surfing recently, I came across Dave's List of Words That Are Fun to Say. Truly, Dave is a man after my own heart.
Wacky words are delight for the senses. They stretch your lips, make your mouth tingle, tickle your funny bone as well as your ear. Pop Culture Boy can tell you I often celebrate the these oral and aural gems by compulsively parroting them back as soon as I hear them...generally many times in a row. (I do this with catchy jingles as well. If you don't have an ear for the sublimely silly, watching television with me can be terrible torture.)
Below is a short list of wonderfully weird words I love to say and use (put together with assistance by Peccable and Pop Culture Boy):
Possibly more to come!
York University Student Sam Ward plans to drop mouse 25ft to prove his scientific theory. He predicts the mouse will "float" to the ground.
Hear that screaming splat? It's not the mouse. It's Ward's credibility...and physics grade.
Some "might call me a nerd.". I scored 120 on the Digital IQ Quiz. How'd you do?
I've just turned down the chance to go out knitting with friends in order to stay home and knit and bake.
Knitting and baking.
I sense a great disturbance in the force...
Thanks to Ms. McKenna for taking the sideblog this week, and for the pleasing new moniker "The Great and Terrible." I think I will adopt it permanently, as it makes me feel powerful (although I have a sneaking suspicion "The Terrible" might refer to my grammar and spelling). I hope she will remember that she is welcome to drop in and use it any time.
Speaking of the sideblog, it's a holiday week here in the states, so I've not sought out a guest blogger for the week. As always, previous sidebloggers are welcome to post there anytime.
I had a lovely weekend, which included fun, games, and a chance to spend time and celebrate with folks I don't see nearly enough of. I really must rectify that.
I was so busy having fun, I neglected surfing for fun links this weekend. Fear not, though, as I will dig some up later. Until then, there's always the Monday Morning Quiz for your quizzing pleasure.
First the self-assembling organic transitor, and now genetically engineered glow in the dark fish.
I am ethically torn between worrying about the danger of unleashing genetically engineered animals into the environment, and wanting a handful of these things as pets.
Curse you Science!
I am the first to admit it: I'm a little dumb about science. I mean, I am smart enough to recognize that the twaddle they pass off as science on Star Trek, The Next Generation is without scientific merit,* but not so smart that I could creatively mix chemical compounds without blowing things up.
So... I may be misunderstanding the finer points of this article from The New Scientist but I think some scientists have built a self-assembling, electronic device using E. Coli and DNA.
That's right. Electronics that build themselves. Imagine the possibilities: readily available, affordable electronic devices made of organic materials; more leisure times for factory workers; an army of giant, self-replicating mechanical crickets the size of a monster truck, stomping through the streets crushing everything in their wake. (Sorry...my plans for world domination got away from me there).
What does it mean for the future of our race, and all earthly races, when we start fusing organic and inorganic materials in such a way that the hybrid is capable of self-assembly and, eventually, self-replication? How far is self-assembly from pro-creation? What are the moral and ethical dilemmas that will come from this? And how soon will we be able to build super
Sure, it's just a transmitor now...but could it be the next evolutionary step?**
*That's right, their repeated formula of having one character pronounce some insane scientific postulate (usually Data), a second character back it up by repeating the original postulate in a different way (generally Jordy), and a third character suddenly understand what they're getting at (Piccard, Crusher, or Troi) doesn't fool me one bit. (Notice the revelations are never made by Riker. Riker always asks the leading questions..like "Huh?")
Speaking of Star Trek, TNG, I've been watching it on Spike TV this week, and can you believe it...I've watched 2 episodes and they were..surprise! a holodeck episode AND a Q episode. Did they ever have a story line that didn't depend on a computer malfunction or a mysterious anomaly caused by a higher power? Why did I ever like this show? Why do I continue to watch it? Why do I find Q so amusing even though I know he's a Deux ex machina? The world may never know.
**I can't help but wonder if they're anything like the nanites Wesley Crusher*** let loose on the Enterprise in Evolution
***Yes, yes, I know Wil Wheaton is an actor and Wesley Crusher was just a character he played. But Wesley Crusher doesn't have a blog, now does he?
It's Friday again (hooray), and I am wrapping up a vaguely productive week. I got my new glasses, which seem to have stopped my stabby-eye headaches, and have the added bonus of having clip-on sunglasses, which means I no longer have to choose between being able to see or shielding my eyes from the sun. The same day I scheduled my upcoming oral surgery, which comes with promises of jaw pain, two days off from work, and crazy knock-out drugs. Hooray! (BTW, the oral surgeon said the fact I was born with only three wisdom teeth means I've gone up a step in the evolutionary process. So take that Humanity! I'm one up on you...by a whole tooth!)
My knitting, although still crap, is getting better as well. By 2005 I may manage to make a scarf.
Other than that, I have been unnaturally obsessed with the Interactive Fiction Competition results. I'm so pleased that our game won that I'm feverently reading and re-reading the many, lovely, ego-stroking reviews and ratings, and closely following the conversations about it on rec.arts.int-fiction. (Of course, there are negative reviews too, but they aren't nearly as much fun.) I have even ordered the competition t-shirt. Actually, I ordered two (Come on, unless I up and start a wildly popular, ground-breaking rock-and-roll band this year (which, you know, could happen) how many more times is my name going to be on a t-shirt I didn't make myself at the mall?). No doubt the hub-bub will end soon, but I'm determined to enjoy it while it lasts.
Feel free to call me Sarcasmo, the Vainglorious for a while.
And on that note, I'll stop pretending you care what's going on in my life, and get to the silly links you're looking for:
- They're Crap in Any Language: Think they did lyrics better in the old days? Then let Britney go medieval on your monitor. Middle ages too modern for your taste? Then check out a song about a girlfriend of "one of those rhythmic-oration people". - Via Boynton
- My Favorite Combination, Disgusting and Fun!:Five Finger Fillet. It will gross you out, but you'll keep playing. Sicko. - Found on The Gore Letter
- When Fantasy Novels and Photoshop Collide: Some creative (and bored?) individual has Photoshopped celebrity faces into well-known fantasy and science fiction images. Included in the collection is a picture of Pierce Brosnan on the cover of the book currently tucked inside my messenger bag: Game of Thrones. - ViaMetafilter.
- Obligatory Python Post (Because I am a Huge Dork): A bigger dork than I am has managed to estimate the airspeed of an unladen swallow. European, not African. - This Bridge of Death Traversed Through Jerz's Literacy Weblog
- Adopt a Library: I hate to part with my own books no matter how often I've read them (much to Pop Culture Boy's chagrin), but I really love the idea behind Adopt-a-Library. Their comprehensive list of links can help you find a way to promote literacy through domestic and international book donations, or (and this makes my heart hurt) book recycling. My favorite thing about this site, however, is the Top 10 Reasons to Visit AdoptALibrary.org! list, which includes the following gem:
4) Impress Jodie FosterI'd add #11: They have a sense of humor, too. - Read on h20boro lib blog
Sorry - wrong list.
And, for today's non-sequitur (one of them, at least), last night I found myself humming I Want It Now (Vercua Salt's solo from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and wondering just what is a Bean Feast? Although I do like beans, an entire bean feast doesn't sound all that appetizing. So, I turned to the trusty Internet and learned that a bean feast is, quite boringly, a party thrown for employees by an employer. I've been to such parties, and generally there is nary a bean in site. In addition, I found this picture, and although it looks like more fun than I've ever had at an office party, I couldn't help but notice the lack of performing baboons, pink balloons, and macaroons. Just what was young Veruca on, anyway?
(Research also uncovered this disturbing link. If you weren't disturbed by Oompa Loompas before, you may well be now.)
You may hereby start addressing me by one of my many new names:
- Dutch Porn Star: Fytie Opspatten
- Elf: Mélawen Tîwele
- Evil: Gloomcraft The Sly
- Hobbit: Camellia Took of Great Smials
- Jedi: FOSSA KEPHI of the planet Xanax!
- Name and Title: Teenage Mutant Ninja Sorceress of The Ridiculous Army of Stating The Obvious, Sarcasmo Klopfenstein
- Ninja: Nakadai Tsuchiya -san
- Pagan: Acorn Nightwind Ariadne
- Pokemon: Lickinerd
- Random: Tabatha Haberle
- Reggae: Wolde Ganja
- Smurf: Colicky Smurf
- Viking: Sarcasmo the Berserk
As always, Your Supreme and Righteous Goddess and Ruler of All Things is still perfectly acceptable.
Finally, somone in the game industry stands up and proclaims girls like games too. Yes, even the gorey ones.
Does this mean video game designers will stop shoving underclothed women with overample cleavage down my throat if I play something other than Crush Course? Probably not. But it's good to know there are women working in the industry, and they, at the very least, know girls like to play with the BFGs as much as the next guy.
Is a Family Guy comeback in the works?
*Sarcasmo does a dance of joy!*
Sarcas-sis posted this as a response to Hail to the Chief! , and I thought it was just too provocative to be buried in the comments section:
I'm just curious, because I did not commit myself to my husband in a religious ceremony, just a civil one - does that meant hat I'm not married, just contractually joined to him? Funny, and all this time I thought I could call myself married.
What if we went the way of a lot of European countries and made the act of "Civil Union" the "legal" requirement for benefits (and if you've read the tax code, punishments) for being married. Then people could have, or not have, the religious ceremony of their choice - assuming that the religious ceremony of their choice will recognize their marriage - and do the whole "marriage under god" thing. They'd still be joined in the eyes of the law and receive all the benefits that entails. If the catholics want to claim they defined the term marriage as a union between a man and a woman in the year 1215, (and according to Bill O'reilly, they do) then let them have the "word" marriage. No couple is going to want to be "married" by a religious organization that does not recognize them as a united couple.
And if religious organizations are claiming their right to the definition of marriage, and we are basing social policy, laws and constitutional amendments on it, isn't that crossing the line, even just leaning over it, of the separation of church and state in the laws of our great land?
Oh, the two-ceremony system works for the Germans - and they get to have 2 parties when they are married (that's right folks, twice the gift receiving opportunities
This is a really stupid petty debate. Perhaps we could get back to, oh I don't know, unemployment, poverty, the impact of the loss of 87 billion dollars of our money on the availability of affordable healthcare, etc. for a national debate?
Surrounded by friendly people in a cozy neighborhood bar (with excellent jukebox selections, delightful service, and the occassional small dog) drinking beer. I knitted for several hours, and if it weren't for having work the next morning, I would have knitted many hours more.
Mine is a wild, wild life.
W. is heading to London today, and I must admit I am more than a little pleased that a number of protests (ranging from the sublimely understated (see Lightweight Division suggestions) to the overwhelmingly difficult to miss) are planned; particularly as reports continue to surface about the Bush Administration actively squealching similar efforts here at home.
Even if he manages to avoid the protests over there (and websites like Interwebnet.org are making that difficult, if not impossible) he will be unable to ignore them. Every time he has to cancel a speech or change his itineray he'll be feeling the force of organized people exercising their right to free speech.
As an added bonus, there was some progressive news from the Massachusetts Supreme Court today. Although it's merely a step in the right direction and more needs to be done, I am allowing it to make me doubly happy. This is because (a) every journey needs that first step & (b) I know it's going to irk Mr. Bush no end.
(Look, I know it's petty. But it's my blog. I'll be petty if I want to.)
Corporate re-braning trend getting you down? Pointless, meaningless names driving you crazy? Hop on over to
What Brand Are You? to have a little re-branding fun.
Or, if you're the non-creative corporate type, go over and What Brand Are You? and then actually register your satirical company name.
Let's face it: these satirical names aren't much worse than the new corporate names companies normally pay for. I formerly worked for a human resources company whose name went from clever and descriptive to something that sounded vaguely like a pharmaceutical product. Not only did the offending ad agency give the explanation that the inexplicable "X" in the middle of the new company name was "for techology", but they charged a pretty penny too.
Yessential. I could get used to that.
Scariest Bunnies Ever.
I took the quiz before going to bed.
I'm so pleased with the result...a comic book hero who is a writer. Go fig.
It's been a lovely, relaxing, goofy weekend, which involved little practical or productive activity on my part. Hooray!
Just a few things before I nod off:
- Many thanks to Brian for his insightful insanity this past week. I hope he continues to visit the sidebar as the mood takes him. (Especially since I was hoping for the end of one of his stories...)
- And along that same vein, an exuberant Sarcasmo's Corner welcome to Maura the Groundhog (no, I don't know why she's called that, and yes, I am afraid to ask) who has graciously agreed to populate the sidebar this week despite the fact that she's busy with law school. That's right, she's smart, she's funny, she's talented, and lucky for you she's no where near the slacker I am. Thanks, Maura!
- I purchased two games this weekend that I highly recommend (and that explain the lack of productivity): SSX 3 and Karaoke Revolution. Who'd have thought a revolution could be so much fun?
- And speaking of games, I am delighted, proud, and not a little surprised that Slouching Towards Bedlam garnered top honors in the 9th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition. Many thanks to Peccable for all his hard work and for including me in this fun project, Pop Culture Boy for listening to me ramble on about disjointed story lines as the game was coming together as well as general love and support (ditto to Sarcas-Mom and Dad too), to the game organizers, and everyone who beta tested, played and voted. I'll stop now because the orchestra is playing me offstage...
Fear not, there will be a quiz up sometime Monday morning (EST), and hopefully some interesting stories too!
That is all.
Matt Stuart's lovely, quirky, insightful photos prove that even when we aren't actively participating in our environment, it is actively participating with us. And it has a sense of humor.
and still want to stop at Starbucks for coffee (what can I say? I'm addicted).
That's the short list. More to come later. Don't forget to check out the sidebar!
by Special Guest Writer, Sarcas-Mom
A few weeks ago I read on Sarcasmo’s Corner about a kiosk where people in say, New York could interact with people at a kiosk in Belgium, in real time. I mentally tagged it as a cool thing and moved on. It wasn’t until later that I realized I hadn’t marveled at the concept, or regaled the technology, or, even had a doubt that it could be done. In short, I wasn’t amazed. It made me think. Exactly what would it take to fill me with wonder and awe these days? And, what, if anything makes Sarcasmo’s generation say ”No way” and “who would have thought?” In short- what makes you go ooooooooooooh?
Twenty odd years ago we bought a microwave oven. It cost more than $400 and was the size of a small T.V. Actually, we still have it. It came with a warranty that included a man who came to the house and wanded the outside of the door to make sure the microwaves weren’t leaking out. Really. I only remember him coming once so either he went the way of the Whirlpool Repairman or there were microwaves leaking out. But I digress. We bought it home, plugged it in , and read the directions.( They came in a pamphlet, not on a display screen. ) Then we filled a Pyrex cup with water and put it in the microwave. The 5 of us crowded around the glass door. And we watched water boil. And, we were AMAZED! I kind of miss that.
After the water we baked an apple. Then I called my mother and told her all about it.
Now, if it takes more than 60 seconds to zap a snack it’s inconvenient. Once we were enthralled with a 28K dial up modem. Today, if web sites don’t load instantaneously I curse my internet provider. I don’t have all day you know. And way back in the day, some people thought we would be a cashless society , doing transactions with plastic cards that would debit your personal account. Not in my lifetime. That was way too futuristic. It was right up there with everyone having a personal phone number and, get this, portable phones.
In your lifetimes we have always had computers, space travel, ATM’s and Sony Walkmans. You’ve gone wireless. You can carry your entire CD collection in your pocket. So what seems futuristic to you? Are you ever blown away by someone’s concept of what will be? Can your generation be dazzled with technology or have you been sufficiently numbed?
It's the First Amendment for Pete's sake. Surely if the Bush administration only skimmed the Bill of Rights (as I am beginning to believe is the case), they still would have seen that one. (I'm beginning to think The Onion wasn't that far off.)
The Department of Homeland Security tells us, "Don't be afraid, be ready." Duct tape, plastic wrap and bottled water are hardly going to help with what's frightening me.
It's an important time for us to ask, Who's watching the watchdogs?
Clearly, they need watching.
No matter how hard I tax my imagination, I can't come up with an explanation for this.
I totally slacked on links for today. There is a new quiz however, and a new Monday brings us a new weekly guest blogger.
Say hello to Brian Sherman, who will be bringing his innovative insight (and a much needed jolt of testosterone) to Sarcasmo's Corner this week. Brian has a wide ranging interest in music, an darn near encyclopedic knowledge of Kung-Fu films, and his finger on the pulse of pop-culture that is just left of center and below the radar of mainstream media. I'm delighted he's agreed to Guest Blog this week...I think we're in for an exciting ride.
I'd also like to take this time to thank Debbie for her contributions this week, and to remind her that although her week-long obligation is complete, she is welcome to post anytime.
Cheers, all. Even if it IS Monday.
...but no one is saying what it is.
Just when I got used to double-speak, media superstars have apparently switched over to null-speak. There's some big news today, we can't tell you what it is, of course, but if we could, well, Wow!
First the promise of a new Doctor Who series, and now this.
I love you, BBC.
Edit: Not sure why the link went bad, but here's another article from The Register.
And In the Words of My Good Friend Peccable, "Meh."
I know, I know, you've come in search of silly Friday goodness. However, it is late, I am tired, I am days behind on my Nanowrimo* project, and (worst of all), I have to get up early to go to the dentist before work tomorrow morning. If I weren't seeing Eddie Izzard (again!) after work, I'd think about staying in bed with the blankets up over my head and ignoring the whole day entirely.
However, so as to not totally disappoint, here are a few new haunts of mine (in no particular order):
Also, there is good stuff a-plenty in the guest blog on the right sidebar. And be sure to check out the long list of links in the left sidebar. Lots of fun and interesting stuff to be found there.
Pop Culture Monsters from Worth 1000.
Apparently handling cat feces can change your personality. This study suggests that cats infected with toxoplasma gondii can in turn infect their owners, making women more likely to preen and stray, and turning men into jealous, slovenly loners.
I am disturbed that this study suggests our personalities, our undeniable "us-ness", is not something we control, but rather a biochemical reaction to external stimuli. I am concerned that this is another sign that cats are trying to regain their ancient status. Mostly, however, I am more frightened that the news will inspire Disney to make a live-action version of The Aristocats.
I've just returned home from seeing Eddie Izzard: Sexie! at the Merriam. I'm a little bit giddy, honestly, but I shan't wax poetic about it as I am seeing the show again on Friday with friends, and don't want to spoil anything.
I will say this:
- I want his jacket (the lovely long blue one).
- I want his boots.
- I want him.
Not necessarily in that order.
Also, you know you have it made when the audience gives you a standing ovation before you perform. He is such the rock star.
However, as I am not waxing poetic about Eddie, I will wax poetic about this: On December 5th, International House will be showing The Philadelphia Story, quite possibly my favorite movie of all-time.
Those of you who know me well are aware that I hate the idea of having a single favorite film or book or song; front runners can change with my mood, current political climate, or on a whim -- but if I had to have a favorite film (and I am talking life or death here), The Philadelphia Story would be it.
Why, you may ask? (Oh go on, ask!) Is it because it's based in my own home town? (That's a delightful bonus, but no.) I love it because this film is a triumph of classic Hollywood. It is witty, bright, funny, acknowledges the audience might have a brain in their heads, and stars three the holy triumvirate of the Silver Screen: The funny and debonair Cary Grant, the charming and earnest Jimmy Stewart, and the irrepressible Katherine Hepburn (a bit of a personal hero).
Let's face it, it would have been amazing if this film wasn't any good.
Go and see it for a chance to see these Hollywood luminaries properly, on the Big Screen. See it to Save the Sameric, if you are so inclined. See it to avoid another Friday night at home. But see it.
And save a seat for me.
Look, you're just going to have to trust me here. Really.
Yes, it's true. November, and hence, Nanowrimo (also known as "Sarcasmo's Annual Outing to Wackyland") has officially begun, and already I am banging my proverbial forehead against the proverbial wall and asking myself "Why, why, why?" (I would bang my physical forehead against the physical wall, but did you know that actually hurts?) I must admit I am off to a stellar start, if by stellar you mean having no plan, writing absolutely nothing on the first full day of a thirty-day program, writing a mere 1,831 words on the second day, the content of which somehow manages to forego trite elements such as well rounded characters, plot, action or tension. So yes, it's going swimmingly.
(Lest you think I've been a total writing slacker, I did finish a short-story for my writing class this weekend, which, if you knew my penchant for starting stories without finishing them, is a huge achievement. So yay, me! It's something quite outside my usual sphere of writing; and is something I have to present to the whole class. I have no doubt they will soon learn what you already: I am not quite right in the head.)
In a final act of desperation I have decided to scribe a luke-warm sequel to last year's tepid opus, Rodney Gets a Clue, currently entitled Dragon's Eye, Hero's Heart. I choose to revisit this story because (a) I really love the villains, and want to explore them more and (b) I had no other inspiration. None. Nada. Zilch.
It is my hope that when this is over, and I've separated the well-written wheat from the crap chaf, I might have one good book between the two.
You know. Or not.
That being said, be forewarned that posts this month might be thin, as I should be writing like mad. (More likely, however, they well be all too frequent, as I no doubt will be searching for darn near anything to distract me). But Fear Not! While I am going mad (and, you know, slacking off), a new and exciting guest will be populating the Side Bar (for your reading pleasure) this week.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Blog Readers of All Ages: Please welcome Debra B. Foster: photographer, graphic designer, writer, and all around groovy chick. (The more astute among you may notice she's also my sister. Don't let that fool you. Although we are all about nepotism on the Corner, Deb's smart, opinionated, educated, got more than enough sass to take on the whole lot of you.) She's sure to entertain.
Many thanks to Ms. Alex, who shared her thoughts with us last week. Although she is now free from the sweet, sweet yoke of blogdom, she retains access to the sidebar. I hope she will feel free to use it whenever inspiration should strike.
But enough of this; it's Monday. You didn't come here to read my idle prattle. You are here, dear friends, for the mid-day distractions, the work free Monday links.
Let's get it on.
- Monday Morning Quiz: You can find it here. Be sure to check out the 80's Music Test too, at which I embarrassingly excelled.
- Eye Candy: Indulge your eyes with some inspiring surreal and fantastical art at Museum Morpheus
- Found on the eye-friendly iconomy
- Coffee Break-Sized Fun: Adorable mini-games, featuring Cartoon Network stars.
-Geisha asobi blog
- Bon Mots are Beautiful: Four word film reviews are quick bites of entertainment.
- Spotted on Idle Type
- Wondering How To Send A Picture of My Brain: A collection of Things That Are Broken (also known as riddled with design flaws).
discovered on J-Walk Blog
Any more distractions I should be viewing to divert my attention? Let me know.