Posted 8 hours ago

Lets face it

shitmystudentswrite:

So lets face it, at one time we have all been in love and swept off our feet across the mall area.

Posted 10 hours ago
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Stephen Moffat, Name of the Doctor

Or at least that’s how the iTunes Closed Captioning rendered Archie’s heavy Scots accent in the Glasgow bar brawl with Strax. [Which was actually something closer to “…and here’s where I’w’ll kill ye, ye filthy wee midget!”]

Posted 12 hours ago

almostbritish:

br0-harry:

geromykyle:

you’re welcome

I DIED LAUGHING. Love it.

UKIP’s new take on tourism materials, eh? Glad the English Defamation League got a word in there, too.  Innit.

Posted 14 hours ago

farewell-kingdom:

Nina Katchadourian - Sorted Books

“I suddenly recalled a moment in the university library when, looking for a book, I had turned my head sideways as I walked down the stacks and thought how spectacular it would be if all the titles formed an accidental sentence when read one after the other in a long chain. Standing amidst the bookshelves in Half Moon Bay, my next move was simply to make this imaginary accident real. I spent days shifting and arranging books, composing them so that their titles formed short sentences. The exercise was intimate, like a form of portraiture, and it felt important that the books I selected should function as a cross section of the larger collection.”

Posted 16 hours ago

wanderlogged:

Nobody cares at all, let alone at this obscene hour, but I’m going to say it. Really not looking forward to having a 12 hour day with a headache that’s settled in from yesterday when today’s show is 70 little children in tap shoes. Ugh.

Jean-Paul Sartre always said Hell was other people, but I think you’ve just topped that.

Posted 17 hours ago

Yahoo 'to buy Tumblr for $1.1bn'

Okay. If this all goes south, by which I mean if Purple Punctuation starts appearing in my posts, I’m going to be giving ReadWave a try. Fortunately, again under the name rossbennett.

Just a contingency plan. Not bailing just yet.

Posted 17 hours ago
Oh!  I always thought this was a clip from Scott Pilgrim. Turns out it’s Tumblr selling out to Yahoo. Or maybe the Tumblr users as they hear news of it.
All of the sudden the surge of interest in ReadWave makes sense.
Ps. How does Yahoo! even have money for a Happy Meal® after all its bad decisions?

Oh!  I always thought this was a clip from Scott Pilgrim. Turns out it’s Tumblr selling out to Yahoo. Or maybe the Tumblr users as they hear news of it.

All of the sudden the surge of interest in ReadWave makes sense.

Ps. How does Yahoo! even have money for a Happy Meal® after all its bad decisions?

(Source: freecocaine)

Posted 1 day ago

A Critical Theory Musing on The Name of the Doctor

Okay. New stuff in the season finale, so here’s a Readmore.

Read More

Posted 1 day ago
The TARDIS chooses the Time Lord, Doctor. That much has always been clear.
Posted 1 day ago

Unexpected Wedding Gifts

I went to a wedding today for a couple of splendid young people. It was a Catholic service, which I’ve only experienced a couple of times, and it was almost completely in Spanish, which I regret I don’t speak. I recognized a couple of words in most sentences—more than I expected—no doubt because I had the structure to fall back on.

The ceremony was as one usually finds it—just about everyone observing the broad points; some in rapt attention, some musing more on the day’s intent than the ritual, some perhaps oblivious as the service goes by.

What I hadn’t expected was how completely the feeling of community, support, and family came through. I hadn’t been to a wedding before where all the parents, grandparents, siblings and their escorts/husbands, march down the aisle ahead of the bride, and all announced from the pulpit as they came in. I also haven’t been to a wedding where gifts from the family were presented and blessed, nor to where the parents and relations each had a part in the ceremony for their promises, their advice, their blessings—and no doubt a few things I missed because my Spanish is lacking.

I admit I went in thinking I’d feel a bit isolated by language, but it was quite the opposite. The newlyweds were radiant. The officiants, congregants, and guests were in a mix of solemnity and love that was both unfamiliar and comfortable. Happiness ruled the day. And just inside me, the frustrations and upsets of the last couple of weeks seemed to be a lot less important.

Perhaps it’s weird for an atheist to say it felt like grace, but I can’t think of any word that fits better. Maybe it came from the newlyweds, or the family, or everyone who came together there; but it was a gift—and one I hadn’t expected to receive.

So congratulations, Joel and Daniela. I hope you have a magnificent life together and many, many happinesses.

And thank you for the wedding gift.

Posted 2 days ago

Because Friday.

Posted 2 days ago

Making Good Art…

[If one reads this, one benefits from knowing we have one car and—when medicine happens—only one driver in the house.]

Last Thursday: Telephone line torn down from pole. Found out on Friday. Phone company can’t get to it sooner than Tuesday.

Last Friday: While walking dog in city park, stray golf ball through back windows of car. Golf hooligan does not leave note. $498.

Monday morning: Take Mom to doctor appointment using car borrowed from next-door neighbor. Examination chair collapses out from under her and drops her on floor and foot rests, hits her head on supply shelves.

Monday afternoon: Emergency room visit for mom using by way of car full of broken glass.  Fortunately, only small amounts of glass in front seat area.

Med orders for Mom: Otorhinolaryngologist says do not lie flat for three days—sleep in recliner. Orthopedist says lie flat in bed to heal from fall. 

Tuesday: Car gets new glass, but repair folk don’t know how to open trunk—it’s a button on the door explained in the manual in the glove box—so they leave broken glass in the trunk. Verizon comes out to fix phone and gets it done, apparently. We start receiving calls from doctors mid-morning. But we get car back with new glass.  And discover floorboards full of water under mats.

Wednesday morning: Dad has appointment with his doctor. Dad doing well, but needs dental clearance ASAP to make sure no dental work needed soon before starting new meds.

Wednesday afternoon: Dentist squeezes us in on short notice so Dad can get his medicine ASAP. Finds suspicious tooth which may need extracting, but she’ll call oncologist to see what he recommends. [Still waiting for word on this.]

Yesterday morning: Car in shop to examine why floorboard is full of water. Also to check why thumping noise has begun in engine. Water from A/C now going properly through drain but mechanic can’t find thumping noise.

Yesterday afternoon: Grocery and household supply shopping. 

This morning: Doctor’s appointment for Dad to follow up on his cataract surgery from last week. Looks good.

This afternoon: Walking dog at city park. Find two golf balls in parking lot next to car that weren’t there last night—from golf course across the street. More golf hooligans.

Going to be working this weekend, obviously. Right after tomorrow’s wedding of some really good young people.

GNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

I’m told this is the point at which I am to make good art.  

Okay. Fine. One murder-death-suspense-revenge-slashing-gratuitous-instruments-of-torture-on-a-golf-course short story coming up. Maybe the bride should be the one who catches the killer.  

Working title—Bride of Death, Part 1: Extraordinary Rendition On Hole 9

<closing eyes and repeating:>

Make good art. Make good art….

Posted 2 days ago

Photographs taken inside musical instruments making them look like large and spacious rooms.

One half expects to see Kate Bush in a lion outfit in one of these.

(Source: jakiiiro)

Posted 3 days ago

So…Jason. What’s been happening in your part of the world?

Posted 4 days ago

wanderlogged:

dmxdan:

Never has anything been more true.

True story

Oh, dear heavens, yes it is.