Moe Lane

You’re hardly surprised, surely. Anyway: Tycho, from Penny Arcade:

Maybe there’s some range of infragood i’m not currently aware of; maybe Good as a descriptor is richer and fuller than I previously knew. Maybe there are some kinds of good that are bad! No doubt I’ll be able to find the answers to these and other pressing questions on Twitter, a place which asks the question, “What if there were a place for people who thought a junior high cafeteria wasn’t brutal and Darwinian enough?”

What he’s referring to is the word that the Twitter Bitcoin fraud thing was due to a compromised insider, rather than an actual hack. Some people call that… ‘good.’ But it’s not, really. It really and truly is not.

Moe Lane

I almost don’t want to interfere with their grift. Professional courtesy, and all that. This is impressive, in its way:

George Lucas, on how he nearly sold the Star Wars franchise instead of going into debt to make The Empire Strikes Back:

“At first I was contemplating selling the whole thing to Fox… I’d just take my percentage and go home and never think about Star Wars again.”

And the Champlin, Minnesota police department is ready:

If anyone sees the animal, please call the police department, with the post adding, “Our community service officer has studied and trained diligently for years for this exact situation, and he is ready to take this creature safely into custody.”

Via @fadeaccompli. Note: I am in no way, shape, or form making fun of the Champlin police for being enthusiastic about tracking, finding, and securing an escaped monitor lizard. If I was on that job, I’d be enthusiastic about it, too. I mean, are you doing anything cooler than that this afternoon?

I liked CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER, both as a book and a movie, but I wasn’t thrilled with how the movie wrapped things up. The below would have been a better ending. Hell, I suspect Tom Clancy was kind of kicking himself that he hadn’t got input from Milius earlier.

Background: there’s this Cannonball thing – yeah, just like the movies – and somebody took advantage of the fact that the country’s shut down to shave two hours off of the (illegal) cross-country trip. Now the illegal-cross-country-race people are debating if this record should be allowed to stand. Well, some of them are. The others have a bit more awareness:

This aside by Dave Barry reminds me of simpler times.

You can tell that he’s seen what cannot be unseen. I have not vetted this particular critic, as is my usual wont, on the grounds that this review is just too damn funny not to share. I had to make a gut call, and I did. That’s why I’m here.

The film that everyone is in is largely the musical of cats singing about what kind of cat they are and this repeats until you pray for the sweet release of death. Tom Hooper’s direction to his actors for this semblance of a plot was to act it super horny. That doesn’t give Cats a raw sexual energy as much as it makes everything incredibly uncomfortable like when Rum Tum Tugger (Jason Derulo) is dumping milk into cats’ faces or Macavity just seems more nude than other cats even though technically all the cats are nude. But if it wasn’t enough to make the cats horny (why are they so horny), Hooper also feels the need to make it gross by having them dig through trash and play up their animal instincts. Cats always feels like it’s two seconds away from turning into a furry orgy in a dumpster. That’s the energy you have to sit with for almost two hours.

Gimme a break, Juan Soto.

“I’m thankful to be celebrating this with my first beer with these guys,” Soto said Wednesday night, according to MLB.com.

Spoilers after the fold, although by now you’ve probably seen the movie. Well, I assume. Over 2 billion dollars in ticket sales? …Well, somebody’s watched it.