Category: Not-politics

Well, that certainly qualifies as a distraction.

Don’t watch this if you’re prone to epileptic fits.

Via Frank J. of IMAO, who notes: “It was weird to watch, because I kept waiting for Mount Rushmore to morph into a 3-headed Hitler who sends his eagle-morphing-into-a-vulture flying into the ghetto to devour screaming, helpless minorities or something.” I’d likewise make a sardonic anti-hippie comment in response, except that my eyes are still trying to decide whether they’re going to start bleeding.

Book of the Week: The Persian Night.

In tune with the generally-more-serious-than-I-personally-like kind of weekend that we’ve had here, we now replace Death from the Skies!: These Are the Ways the World Will End . . . with The Persian Night: Iran under the Khomeinist Revolution.  Personally, I’d have preferred something a bit less unfortunately pertinent to current events, but Michael Totten insists that people need to read this, and he’s one of the go-to new media guys on the region.

Moe Lane

Don’t take this the wrong way…

…but it’s Sunday, and it’s a nice day out, and I’m going to take a nap now. Watch a video, or something.

Toni Basil – Hey Mickey

Mickey, Toni Basil

…OK. You know, I remember growing up in this time period; I just don’t remember it being that weird. Then again, Wayne’s World had the right of it: nobody actually remembers anything from that song except the chorus.

Was Twilight really *that* bad? (with a Barbara Hambly reference!)

I mean… that bad?  The authors of that piece did everything except formally declare kanly on Stephenie Meyer.  Certainly this guy was likewise unimpressed:

Since I’m bringing up vampire books, people may want to try these two by Barbara Hambly instead: Those Who Hunt the Night and Traveling with the Dead. They’re horror/fantasy novels set in the Victorian time period, and are remarkably free of sentimentality about the implications of vampirism as it’s portrayed in historical myth.  Which is to say, it’s a condition whose sufferers are apex predators who have no option but to eat human beings on a regular basis to survive, and who possess a set of abilities that allow that to be done easily.  Or, more shortly: monsters.

Monsters who can think.

Moe Lane

I just figured out what ‘PBR’ stands for…

…which means that I just also pretty much lost my last fragment of pity for these four particular DC Summer Interns.  The expectation of entitlement chewed up a lot of it; the attempt at intimidation got most of the rest, and the clear misjudgement by that one guy over who was going to win a battle of wits acted as a high-pressure anti-sympathy wash.  Nonetheless, I am at heart a sentimentalist and an optimist, so I still felt just a little pit sorry for the poor kids…

But to go through all of that for Pabst Blue Ribbon?

Heathen.

There’s a guy looking to collect one million pictures of hand-drawn giraffes.

(Via @CalebHowe) He thinks that he can do it; and, really, this is the other thing that the internet is for*.  If you can’t actually draw… well, you can go here; it’s a useful skill to have, I’m sure.

Anyway, here’s my (evil) giraffe.

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Excuse me, but I was an English major; so why don’t you go sit down, make yourself comfortable, and have a nice cup of STFU?

[UPDATE] As God is my witness, my son immediately and without encouragement improved this picture so that the evil giraffe has now fallen into the volcano lair’s lava:

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Thus ends the career of a promising themed supervillian, over before it even truly began.

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