Happy 96th birthday to comics industry giant Creig Flessel, an artist whose first published work was the cover of Detective Comics #2 (!) in 1937, and who played a big role in shaping DC's look in the very early years with numerous covers.
Roo tells me she has confirmation that Anonymous, or rather specifically Project Chanology, has obtained a permit to protest in Detroit. Talking to a few friends who inhabit the depths of 4chan, that seems to be generally the case.
One showed me this. Its better to follow the link and read the rules for most people I suspect.
These are not the words of the Anon I know (notes the keep the meme to a minimum request), these are the words of adult human beings with a real goal.
twitter is down for the same reason that blogger went down all the time. it's being designed to maximize interestingness, not to maximize reliability. going down from time to time makes for a better corporate story..
Speaking of small, focused little web apps, this looks interesting too. It doesn't do much, but it does fill a need for facilitating non-permanent bookmarks in a very simple way. Bookmarked links you use get marked as read and moved off the pile.
Syndicated wasted time flickers before my eyes. The cat sighs, making a pillow of my right forearm. The snores of my brother/roommate rattle my closed bedroom door, the curse of his genes and paunch.
Failure's whisper mutes Kellsey Grammar. Ah, that Frasier. Can't I just lie here, I wonder. Haven't I done enough today? Sure, I hate this fucking show, but Mercedes Ruehl is on, and I always loved her.
There is a fine moment, among many fine moments, in the movie Serenity where The Operative explains he does not have a place in the better world to come. He is a monster and he acts to make a world he can't exist in.
Its a very good moment. It cements the character.
It says allot about means and ends and the choices to get from one to the other.
And it says allot about what I think about Civil War.
Had a good vibe of white noise going on, including the central air, a cat purring, Bill Maher (as white as noise gets), and some mp3s. Finally that little window opened in my head, and I saw the character, what he was setting out to do, and who was waiting for him.