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another candidate for the most awesomest blog post ever

Today I stumbled upon a blog post entitled SLEDGEHAMMER AND WHORE on the blog, I find your lack of faith disturbing. The blog is described as "Another Screenwriter Blog." The blogger is identified only as "Josh."

It's a wonderful post. It's an epic post. I encourage my myriad of readers to go read it in its entirety. I feel (almost) certain that you will not be disappointed. (And while the first third gives the impression that it's all about the TV production business, keep reading.)

Also, while the subject of what motivates one to exercise plays only the smallest part in the narrative, it does offer one motivation that I don't believe I have ever before encountered:

"I know that at different times in this blog I've referred to myself as a fat, lazy fuck. But in truth...who am I kidding. That's exactly what I am. However, in the last year I've become a less fat, less lazy fuck. I've hired a trainer, mostly at the behest of my wife, who doesn't want me to die young and leave my child fatherless. My own motivation for working out is mostly to postpone my death at least until my wife is old enough that she can't remarry anyone that would sexually threaten me when I watch them fucking from Heaven."

Anyway, go read it.

Update: Bonus Coincidence

So after writing this, I went looking for clues about who "Josh" was.

An aside: A few weeks ago, we finally got an upgrade to our DSL connection that resulted in a connection speed somewhat faster than our previous barely-twice-the-rate-of-a-56k baud-modem connection. (We live in the semi-boonies as far as AT&T is concerned.) One result of this is that we can finally take advantage of Netflix's streaming service and get picture quality better than an about-to-fail-from-old-age VHS tape.

While looking for something to test the service, I found the TV series The Sarah Conner Chronicles and decided to watch the first episode. Four days later, I had watched all 31 episodes, up to the point where the series was cancelled at the end of season two.

I know I'm over a year behind the rabid fan community in being outraged by this (I'm sure most of them have reached the stage of acceptance and moved on), but I was seriously bummed. Particularly given that the season ended with a cliffhanger. Talk about lack of closure.

The point? "Josh" turns out to be Josh Friedman, writer and executive producer of The Sarah Conner Chronicles.

Doesn't mean a damn thing, of course. But there you go.

cow clicker!

Back in my post about Echo Bazaar (with, BTW, totally rocks), I claimed that I was, "a person who refuses to go anywhere near any Facebook games." Well, never say never. For I have recently found a Facebook game that truly transends the very category of "Facebook game."

Said game is Cow Clicker, by video game designer and critic Ian Bogost. It's genius. As decribed by Mr. Bogost:

"You get a cow. You can click on it. In six hours, you can click it again. Clicking earns you clicks. You can buy custom "premium" cows through micropayments (the Cow Clicker currency is called "mooney"), and you can buy your way out of the time delay by spending it. You can publish feed stories about clicking your cow, and you can click friends' cow clicks in their feed stories."

If you're on Facebook, you owe it to yourself to check it out. And if you're looking for something to do in those six hours between clicks, you might find this post by Mr. Bogost rather intriguing.

if only...

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the unicorn consort

(Photo © Baron Wolman. Used by permission.)

This photo by Baron Wolman (rendered sepia by the passing of time) was taken on June 5, 1970 at the wedding of Theresa St. Clair and Jack Rumbaugh in a canyon north of Malibu, California. It appears in a photo story about the wedding in the August, 1970 issue of Rags, a "counter-culture" fashion magazine that was published in San Francisco from mid-1970 to mid-1971. Brilliant San Francisco Chronicle columnist Jon Carroll was a writer for and later editor of Rags. The artist Barbara Kruger is listed on the masthead as one of its art directors.

While I doubt that it's necessary for anyone who knows me in real life, for the benefit of internet friends I'll point out that that's me in the middle, playing soprano recorder. To my left is Charles Fischer, the founder of the consort. I'm sad to say that I no longer remember the name of our then-third member.

Thanks to Cassandra Tondro's blog, Rags Lives!, you can see the entire article here.

That same issue also includes an article about the Hamilton Pulsar, described as "the first solid state portable wrist computer in the world." The Pulsar was actually an LED digital watch (the kind where, for battery life reasons, you could only read the time by pressing a tiny button which would light up the display for 1 1/4 seconds). It cost $1500.

And oh yeah, The Cockettes.

um...eew?

(via the ever-inspiring Yimmy's Yayo.)

Temperance

It's hard to believe that it's been an entire year since last year's collaborative tarot deck project, but apparently it has.

This year, for reasons that I can't quite piece together, I volunteered for three cards. What was I thinking? Luckily, due to a mixup, one of the other members accidentally created one of the cards that had been assigned to me. I was quite relieved to let her keep it. Last weekend, with time running out, I did this:

This was my first attempt at doing coloring in Photoshop, and truth be told, I'm rather pleased with the result.

So far, I've been unsuccessful is my attempts to weasel out of the remaining card, so there may be one more coming this year.

blog quote of the week

From PZ Myers at Pharyngula, in a post discussing an apparent* Twilight-themed sex toy:

"...nobody will ever try to sell you an Eli vibrator. Ever."

(If this makes no sense to you, it's most likely because you have not yet seen the brilliant Swedish film, Let the Right One In. If that's the case, your assignment is to remedy that unfortunate lack immediately. Or at least before the ill-advised American remake arrives. If there were ever a movie that did not need a remake, this is the one.)

* Although I'm not entirely convinced "Twilight" isn't just the description of its color.