And here I was about to note Glenn’s Heinlein reference.

That’d be Glenn Reynolds, who made it in the process of noting Robert S McCain’s smacking around of Glenn Greenwald over the latter’s latest bout of hysterics – over, of all things, Megan McArdle’s perfectly normal (ahem) question about the Gitmo trials. Alas, Glenn Reynolds has since updated, and Robert McCain’s updated, and probably Greenwald updated, which I could probably find out about if I cared.

So there’s no excuse to put up this link to The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress. Except that it’s a book that you really need to read if you want to talk to digital libertarians above the age of about 25 or so. Besides, there’s my own pride at stake: I’d hate for people to think that I wasn’t picking up on other bloggers’ classical references.

Mini sorta-not really review: Damnation Decade.

It’s a roleplaying supplement, so if you don’t care about playing an RPG that puts you in the middle of every cliche-ridden, impressively bad SF / horror / urban movie of the 1970s… well, actually, I’m sorry to hear that. The suggested film list alone was worth the price.

Anyway, for the nerdcore reading this: Damnation Decade is a very cool supplement for 3rd Edition D&D Modern; it explores the genre of the 1970s disaster flick, and manages to cram everything in there from Satanic conspiracies to end the world to government conspiracies to end the world to giant rabbits (as in, the size of Buicks) attacking Presidential candidates. One of the nice things about this supplement is that it made a conscious effort to take sides in the issues of those days; worked pretty well, too.

OK, we know that I’m bad at reviews. Essentially, this is a gaming supplement that will let you run adventures ranging from The Omen to Three Days of the Condor, with stuff like The Warriors, Mad Max, and Every Which Way but Loose thrown in.  Plus, there is the aforementioned film list, which I spent a good three months chewing through.  Turns out half of these movies are available dirt cheap…

Yeah, go figure.

Reality defeats the Weekly World News.

Give them credit that they went down swinging – but when the title “Chirac Bitten by Depressed Poodle” is literally true, there’s a limit to what you can work with. I’m pretty sure that they went with “history of domestic violence angle on Sumo’s” just to retire from the field with their honor still intact.

Hey, it happens.

So a bit of a debate among my political colleagues.

It’s the usual one about whether this list (The Top 10 Rap Songs White People Love) can even be remotely considered to be accurate, given that Cypress Hill is nowhere to be found on it. I’d argue that it’s really a list of “The Top 10 Rap Songs White People Shouldn’t Love, But Do,” – but I’ve gotten some resistance on that by the strict constructionists.  So it goes.

That being said, Rock Superstar still continues to charm:

Good advice, too.

Trying to lose an earworm again.

You know, given the entire concept of YouTube, you’d think that I could find a kickass version of Rising of the Moon. This is not really one of them, but it was the best that I could do:

Hint to aspiring bards: this isn’t a sad song.  This is a you’re-coming-out-swinging kind of song.  Yes, the Irish lost.  My ancestors had a habit of doing that against the English.  Deal with it.

Waitasecond: I think I know some of the people in the background.

Heh. And I was just looking for a good version of this song (this live version isn’t, quite).

PS: One free bardic tip. When you do an introduction or preface to a performance piece, take whatever time you’ve allotted to the introduction/preface and cut it in half.

Universal Truths with no real relevance: 01/21/200.

Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.

From Neal Stephenson book Snow Crash, which is good reading for anybody interested in the intersection of information technology, Sumerian / Babylonian mythology and the franchise system. Well, it’s good for everybody else, too.

Anyway. Universal truth, there – at least, it’s resonated with every guy I’ve ever shown it to – but there’s not really much you can do with the information, is there? Except wait for individual males to get past being 25, I suppose.