Yes, I’m still here.
Thanks, I’m fine. Just very busy. With work and stuff, you know? It’s all good, although I haven’t had enough brain power left at the end of the day to create any good blog entries.
However, I have been storing up a bunch of things that I liked from other places. Here’s a bunch of it:
The Guardian Unlimited published minute-by-minute commentary on the wild weirdness of the Eurovision Song Contest, “the most important insipid-pop/ European-peace-and-harmony crossover event of the year.” (For a less snarky look at the event, here’s the official site.)
I think I would like to buy a flamethrower to keep the weeds in my yard under control, but they’ve reached such a point that it would mean blackening my entire yard, turning it into a war zone. But would that be worse than a yard full of dandelions? (Link via Gizmodo)
I am confident that The Shooter Buddy does not actually turn cheap booze into high-grade booze through the magic of strong magnets. All the same, I would like to try it. Anyone who wants to donate $5 to the cause, please get in touch. (Link via Gizmodo)
Despite an unpleasant affection for sophomoric humor — or because of it — Screenhead points out at least one madly great thing every day. Recent gems included the Stunt City ad, Tarzan Rubberband, 24 hours with Enrico Casarosa, video of a Douglas Adams lecture, and security cam footage of a little Japanese girl in heels opening a can of whoopass on a mugger. Good times.
How can it have taken me so long to discover that BBC 6 radio offers live streaming? They have so much good stuff: a day of Joy Division to commemorate Ian Curtis’s death, in-studio performances by everyone cool, rebroadcast of radio documentaries from the BBC archive… Maybe there’s a little more Kraftwerk than is strictly called for, but the DJs accents make up for it.
When did Jack White of the White Stripes turn into a pudgy Johnny Depp?
Also, a moment of celebrity commentary: I assume that Phil Spector is setting things up for an insanity plea.