Speaking of hysterical conservatives...I dare you to read this piece of "fair and balanced" journalism from Fox News: John Cusack Calls for 'Satanic Death' of Fox News, GOP Leaders

@Internaut

He's dead now and I wonder how long it will be until Fox News goes, "CRAZY LIBERALS OUT TO KILL US ALL OMGWTFBBQ!"

The Japanese call it osaifu keitai (cell-phone wallet). Flash your phone virtually anywhere you go for almost any purchase and it's automatically logged into a digital expense report. Eat frequently at McDonald's? Tap your phone to pay and your all-in-one debit card/receipt tracker/loyalty program may instantly offer you 10% off.

"An interactive film by Chris Milk Featuring "We Used To Wait" Built in HTML5":

Some guys at Reddit thought that Colbert should have a rally of his own, to mock Glenn Beck. I approve of this message.

"The stage version of The Intergalactic Nemesis projects the comic book artwork panel-by-panel while three actors perform the voices, one foley artist creates the sound effects, and one keyboardist plays the score, all live."

"The massive asteroid -- larger than Japan's main island of Honshu -- is traveling at a speed of over 720,000 kilometers per hour (450,000 mph) when it crashes into the Pacific about 1,500 kilometers (1,000 mi) south of Japan. The impact causes the crust of the Earth to peel away like the skin of an orange, in what is called a "crust tsunami." Japan and a large portion of Asia are disintegrated, and chunks of burning rock as large as city blocks are hurled into the atmosphere before raining back down on the planet.

The crater from the impact measures 4,000 kilometers (2,500 mi) across, and the rim stands 7,000 meters (23,000 ft), higher than many mountains on Earth today.

Moments after the impact, a blanket of rock vapor as hot as the sun spreads quickly across the planet, decimating every living thing in its path. The entire planet is covered within one day. The oceans boil under the intense heat, evaporating at a rate of 5 centimeters (2 in) per second until they vanish.

After a year, the rock vapor starts to dissipate and temperatures begin to drop. Within 1,000 years, the evaporated water vapor -- which does not escape into space due to the Earth's size and gravity -- cools, condenses, and falls back as torrential rain. The oceans start to fill, and life begins again.

It is thought that asteroid impacts of this magnitude have happened six times in the past."

Is there a Comic Sans version of the Bible? There really should be.

Awl: Were you doing this all by yourself?

@BPGlobalPR: No, not at all. The idea was mine, and all the long form writing, talks, and speeches were me. But a lot of tweets–a lot of my favorite tweets–weren't mine. I edited and maybe tweaked some of them, but there's no way I would have been able to come up with the quality or volume of jokes without a good team. We had about 15 people, and those writers deserve a lot of the credit. Some contributed every day. My dad did one, even. I sent him a message and told him about it, and I was like, “fuck, I’m not sure what he'll think.” But he responded immediately with a joke.

It was nice to create something that could be inclusive with people’s frustrations. I made it purposefully non-partisan for that reason. As much as I could, I mean. When you’ve got Joe Barton grovelling on the House floor, I had to say something about that.

Awl: Why did you start the account? What were you hoping to accomplish?

@BPGlobalPR: My initial motive was just to mock them. It wasn’t something I’d been planning. I was home sick from work, perusing the news, and I honestly started it on a whim. One morning, on May 19, I saw a video on Huffington Post where a CBS reporter was told by the U.S. Coast Guard that if they didn't get off the beach they'd be arrested. When the reporter asked how the Coast Guard could do that on a public beach, they responded, “it’s BP’s rules.”

It was very obvious to me BP was more worried about its image than about actually letting people see and understand what was happening on the Gulf. I was literally taking a whiz when I had this idea: How could I be BP’s public relations team on Twitter?

I started on a Wednesday and did a few tweets to find the voice. If you look at those first tweets, they were really silly. We definitely found the voice later on, that was more like official PR-speak. That Friday I started focusing it more, and following people to get their attention. Roger Ebert retweeted it and it just went from there

The Pig & The Butcher from Paper Fortress on Vimeo.

the young people of the Motor City are making it their own DIY paradise where rules are second to passion and creativity. They are creating the new Detroit on their own terms, against real adversity.

NEW YORK—Following an Aug. 28 rally in Washington, D.C. attended by an estimated 87,000 Americans, experts confirmed this week that the U.S. populace appears to have fallen under the spell of yet another pink-faced half-wit.
. . .
"This particular pink-faced half-wit is at the height of his persuasive powers," Ellington said of the bloated, hateful multimillionaire. "By exploiting citizens' greatest anxieties during an uncertain time in our nation's history, the pink-faced half-wit has been able to promote his own vain, avaricious self-interests under the guise of standing up for the very disenfranchised people whom he himself is fleecing."

What kind of a guy goes into Walmart, takes a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue from the magazine rack, heads to the store's toy section, and proceeds to masturbate to completion in the aisle? Meet William Tyler Black.
The 28-year-old Floridian, a substitute teacher, was arrested yesterday afternoon by Sarasota cops on battery and exposure of sexual organs charges, according to a probable cause affidavit, a copy of which you'll find here.

A store employee told cops that Black "ejaculated onto the floor and wiped his hand on a toy along with rubbing his foot in the suspected semen on the floor." Employees reported that Black "discarded the magazine behind some toys and proceeded to the front of the store."


A police source told TSG that the toy in question was a light saber (apparently of the Star Wars variety), and that the magazine Black used was the 2010 SI swimsuit issue with model Brooklyn Decker on its cover.

A scuffle ensued, wherein Alfalfa and his friend beat up Bud, who took a glass dome clock to the head, leading him to get his gun. Alfalfa grabbed the gun, which he almost got away from the guy (which is a bad-ass check in Alfalfa’s book) , and forced Bud back into a closet (check number 2), but when he pulled a switchblade (we don’t know if this is the same one he used to carve off Darla’s finger) and told Bud he was going to kill him, Bud apparently had enough and shot him. In the groin.

No doubt, Spanky got some cosmic joy out of the whole thing, because Alfalfa died of internal bleeding from a nutshot on the way to the hospital.

English fantasy author Sir Terry Pratchett says he was so excited after being knighted by the Queen that he decided to make his own sword to equip himself for his new status.

It was not enough, however, simply to find some metal and get a blacksmith to bash it into shape.

Pratchett, believing the sword would not truly be his own unless it was made from metal he had produced, found a field with deposits of iron ore near his home in Wiltshire, west of London.

It’s a camera that records everything you see. Loop the Looxcie over your ear and go about your day. If you see anything you think may be worth saving, hit the button and the previous 30 seconds are saved, and even uploaded to your selected social networking site to be instantly shared,

Researchers say Pioneer 10, which took the first close-up pictures of Jupiter before leaving our solar system in 1983, is being pulled back to the sun by an unknown force. The effect shows no sign of getting weaker as the spacecraft travels deeper into space, and scientists are considering the possibility that the probe has revealed a new force of nature.

William Gibson is the high prophet of cyberpunk and future-noir, whatever that means. “No Maps for These Territories” is a ninety minute documentary interview with one of Ectomo’s favourite writers William Gibson. It is eighty minutes of William Gibson being interviewed by voices off-camera while on the book tour for “All Tomorrow’s Parties ” and about five minutes of Bruce Sterling singing the praises of William Gibson.

The upload is recent, August 2010, and before I acquired a copy of the film from a friend the only way I had to find out the contents of this film was from the wikiquote page. I urge you to watch this.

Taking a time out…

Sometimes, Gary explained to Elaine, a man just needs to grab one of his books under glass, sit under his antlers, and relax.

What side are you on…

Upon entering the living room, guests are often torn as to whether Gary and Elaine deeply love America or are Russian spies.

Davy Jones doesn't like you touching his stuff, and he's booby-trapped it. Instead of harmless stuff like laxatives or superglue, he uses hundreds of atmospheres of pressure. Cast iron is filled with small bubbles the way a cheap chocolate bar is filled with puffed rice. As salts eat away at the cast iron, it becomes porous. Gases become trapped in its many little bubbles. Because they are trapped at the bottom of the ocean, though, they're trapped under enormous pressure. When they're brought to the surface, the pressure on the outside of the pan is released, meaning that instead of being pressed equally from within and without, it's riddled with hundreds of tiny bubbles exerting hundreds of pounds of pressure per square inch. If that pressure isn't released gently - blam.

[Murray's] quest to become the mayor began on a hot, summer day in July, as he was sipping a latté in a downtown café while snacking on a butter cup and jotting down another classic column on his MacBook Pro. He gestured to the proprietor to put his remaining bits of butter tart in a plastic bag for easy transport (paper itches Steve's skin), but the proprietor morphed into a panhandler before his very eyes, requesting a nickle for the "plastic bag tax." Steve's jaw dropped and his muscles tightened, ready to fight this man to his death. But instead of throwing a classic Murray Haymaker, Steve realized he had to do something bigger, grander, legal. He vowed that day to march down to City Hall and throw his hat in the ring for mayor, since nobody else had his kind of righteous anger, without the distraction of high school football or billion-dollar boondoggles.