Sense a theme? Here are a couple animated GIFS I made too. I swear if Angelfire/Geocities ever become trendy again, I have a budding career!
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I know, right? I made this one in 1997. Creepy ominous!
Hisssss!
Hisss pt.2
Pointy
poot! Clicking on it runs the animation
And my favorite:
When I first watched this video, my Google Ad was for “Geese Away!” – Stick with it and you’ll see what I mean. Another incredibly simple, but utterly amazing video from Ok Go!
E3! Two days of game hype where companies roll out their bizarre new gadgets for their systems (A lenticular screen for your DS?) and parade game trailers out to a waiting world. For me it’s been like a crack junkie at a crack bakery that’s just brought out a tray of crack muffins. Cracky!
I was furiously hitting refresh on the Engadget site (Giz coverage seemed weak. I wonder why?) when Sony sanitarily brought out their new games and controller. While I can say that the Move, their new wand controller, doesn’t really “move” me (ah-nyuck nyuck!) I am excited about games that are in the pipe. Namely Portal 2:
Not surprising is the announcement of a two tiered paid subscription system on PlayStation Network (Xbox much?), which I will probably ignore only if downloadable content comes out for Fallout: New Vegas in a timely manner (ie: not to the Xbox exclusively for a couple years first).
And on a “Awww Crap!” note: not a word or teaser shot for Uncharted 3. Sony Sony Sony… sometimes your contempt for your fanboys is palatable.
He’s recovering at home from a metal knee replacement. Go cyborg!
His boredom is our reward:
And this little ad from the Yellow Pages. Note the name and the third bullet point. Some swishy graphic designer is laughing his way to the bank.
Welcome back, DEVO. Welcome back…
Via Nerdist
My Mom has come to town for a couple days. Da has graciously reserved a room for her in the hotel suites within his condo building. This morning I had to call Da for the suite number.
It’s nice to see that they’re still on speaking terms after all these years. After twenty nine years of being divorced from each other, things mellow out.
“Do you have Mom’s number? She called while I was in the midst of training yesterday and I could barely hear her over the hipster sales.”
“I do, let me get it.” I can hear him dig into his notes by the phone.
“Did you see her yesterday?”
“Yes. We had dinner.”
“How was it?”
“Fine.”
Dad fumbles with some papers, the “Fine” that comes across the line sounds curt. I’m sure it’s because he’s searching for a phone number in his shaggy, loose leaf analog notebook with minimal success. But I have to ask:
“Just ‘Fine’? …So, no hope of reconciliation?”
The noise he makes sounds like “Fuck you.” It’s mostly an F. No real harsh K sound.*
*in no way is this a dig towards my Mom. The curse came from my years of asking. I live in a constant hope that my life will mirror Kristy McNicols’ in Family and some sort of After School Special miracle will bring them back together. Snort.
I’m not one to run to the innernetz when a tv show gets me thinking but a short exchange on Twitter with CB got me thinking just how poorly written Glee is.
iMoose: Very happy with the Glee Finalé. Glad they kept it real. Didn’t try to make it too fantastical, Felt very grounded.
cwbolt: I agree. And even tho I predicted the outcome- it was wholly satisfying
TedHealey: @iMoose @cwboldt I didnt like SueS’s choppy flopping back and forth from being a bitch and nice all season and dull cross episode story.
cwbolt: so you don’t know any people in real life who are tough and bitchy on the outside as protection for their vulnerable insides?
TedHealey: @cwboldt characters dont vasilate between polar opposites within seconds of a story development point. its cheap writing
TedHealey: Vacillate, even. dang
Madhouse6: @Tedhealey @cwboldt @imoose who said anything AMAZING needs to happen. can’t it br fun to just enter this world and see what happens?
Yeah. It’s snowballing…
Before you Gleetards string me up, hear me out.
Two things really bother me about Glee when it comes to the writing:
1) How the writers handle Sue Sylvester. She’s my second favorite character on the show (other than the blond cheerleader, Brittany, of course). She has some of the most callus and cleverly written commentary I’ve seen on TV, yet her character jumps between face-punchingly hateful to achingly vulnerable within episodes. Okay I get it, she has cracks in the armour and it’s good to see these cracks, but they show way too fast and at the most convenient of moments. Too fast, too many times. It detracts from her character, makes me not believe her motivations, especially the third or fourth time she softens up. Lets face it, she’s the villain – she should have one character changing moment at the end or we lose confidence in her. It started with the Madonna episode. I didn’t believe her running commentary on how much she idolized her – it went downhill from there.
2) The story arcs from show to show were boring this year. Moment to moment were fantastic: Kurt’s Dad kicking Finn out of his house for using the word “faggy”; the Saftey Dance sequence in the mall (I choked hard at the end of that one); Rachel’s Mom rejecting her. All brilliant TV stuff. But for the life of me, all the continuous stories bored me, culminating in a “Lets Wrap It Up Quick” season finale. Come on… Sue becomes a judge at the beginning of the season finale show? They could have dropped a teaser at the end of the episode where Will seduced Sue as revenge for such a heinous act of emotional roulette. No story lead up means less emotional connection and her sudden change of heart to vote FOR New Directions didn’t seem valid to me.
It was a boring season filled with great moments, is all I’m saying.
My Da worked for Genesco Shoes back in the day. Back then, shoes were copied from other countries and made here in Canada and the US. I’m sure it’s still done today but you hear about this sort of thing going on in Milan or South East Asia. It was Da’s jobs to fly off to NYC or Singapore and look at/photograph shoes to bring ideas back to Brockvegas so the upper mucky mucks could decide which ones to copy lovingly remaster for sale in Canada.
As you can imagine when my foot was a size 8, I wanted for no shoe. Actually, I never bought shoes until Da retired from the big G which was about when I was twenty-something. I know, right? A gay kid not discovering the beauty of shoes until it was thrusted upon him well past his stylish teens.
Don’t cry. I did experience some wonderful freaky designs because Da always brought home things to try on the kids to see if they were popular. We were lovable lab rats as it were.
Around the age of Star Wars, Da shocked the hell out of me by getting me a pair of Wookie Boots (you kids may call them something else, damn you). I was in heaven:
I tired of them fast after the first slush/ice storm, when they became 1000x heavier with ice pellets matted into the fur. But I did wear them until they gave out, well past their style.
Then came the fun and flip Me Generation, the 80s. When I was in high school, I remember getting a box from my father and opening the top to find these:
Well. They weren’t black. Black would have been cool. They would have made me less of a target for bullies in the halls of high school. No, inside the box, the boots were more like the pavement after a Pride Parade blew through town, like this:
You get the idea. GaaAAaaaayyyy.
Regardless, I wore them out. I wore them so much the lining would ALWAYS come out, stuck to my feet, when I wrenched them off. I wore them so much I would slip repeatedly because the treads were long gone. I wish I could say that these were my last free pair from Da, but no. I don’t recall what they would have been, probably a pair of runners.
My point of this story is that I don’t think I ever thanked my Da for the shoes. So here goes:
Thanks, Dad. I know they were free and all. But walking into the warehouse and “signing out” 3 to 5 pairs of shoes at a time must have been a risk for your career, I’m sure. I appreciate all the footwear, either practical or fun and flip, Each shoe was well used, I assure you, to get me around town, get me to school, get me to my first date, get me into the basement to steal your home made wine, get me back home drunk and not so much to get me quietly back to my room before you noticed.
I know the job was weird at times – like wearing gold platform shoes through customs so you didn’t have to claim them (story embellished) but you did sacrifice a lot to keep us walking safely.
I thank you. Now that I purchase my shoes out of my own pocket, I can appreciate you more.
Via Gawker TV.