Not-politics – Page 1215

[UPDATED] It has been suggested that my advertising strategy is over-subtle.

[UPDATE]: I should have thought of this first, but Constant Reader Matt was too fast on the draw for me:

This would be impressive, if true: virtually nothing else about me is. But, just on the off-chance… Amazon is doing Video on Demand here.

…OK, actually, hold up for a second. This Kings show: is it any good? I understand that its got an entire Old Testament David/Saul vibe going, which is an argument in its favor.

Anyway: there’s the Amazon thing up there; there’s the BlogAds thing that I’m signed up for over there; and of course there’s the Laptop Drive…

…which I am sure that all of you are well tired of hearing about.

There. Now I can go back to nattering on.

The Pink Lady.

Supposedly the last flight-capable B-17 that was actually used in combat in World War II. Some more (old) details of her current status here; all via Jules Crittenden.

Why am I linking? Because she’s a pretty plane. Heck of a thing to say about a war machine and a bomber, but it’s the truth.

No. No, Joe Cocker does not remember the Sixties.

Via @Slublog & @EdDriscoll: I am actually grateful that this video isn’t embeddable – yet – because it’ll give you a chance to put down whatever you’re drinking first. Trust me, you don’t want any liquid in your mouth when you watch this.

Tina, not Dusty.

Because, as @EdDriscoll notes, everything goes better with Tina.

Son Of A Preacher Man, Tina Turner

Although this one by the other Sarah Connor wasn’t bad:

Moe Lane

PS: This is the Sarah Connor, of course.

I’m guessing Chris Onstad’s trying to quit smoking.

The signs are all there.

Of course, it’s Chris Onstad and Achewood – so you never know. If he is: my sympathies. It’s a heck of a thing to quit.

Uwe Boll probably has this optioned.

Old, but still funny.

If you’re wondering who Uwe Boll is, let’s just say that among the video game community that name is an alternate form of ‘Anti-Christ.’

No, really.

Moe Lane

PS: On the other hand, any guy who can get Troma mentioned – favorably – in the New York Times may not be completely bad. If only by accident.

‘Facebook manners and you.’

Dude.

I got nothing that can follow that.

Yet another Laptop Drive update.

It’s actually almost over, thanks to the generosity of several individuals. Good thing that I got that button working, huh?

Speaking of which:

As noted before, the sooner this is over the sooner I can go back to writing zombie haiku:

Grey cherry blossoms
Exploding in the spring air –
Head shots are messy.

Which may or may not appeal, of course.

Yeah, I got the song stuck in my head, too.

Obviously, I’m feeling better. Weakish, though.

Personal Jesus, Depeche Mode

In case you were wondering, the “MTV” thing isn’t a typo: this is sufficiently old enough to be from the period where you could click on MTV and have some hope of seeing an actual music video. Strange and unnatural as that might sound.

Moe Lane

I am ill.

Something I ate, no doubt. Sufficiently bad that I had to summon my long-suffering wife back from work.

Posting will be light today.