Ants and the Internet

Ants. They're little machines, those wee buggers...

With every invention that has the potential to bring human beings closer to one another, there is also the potential to do each other great harm. It would seem that we hear more about the harm we do to each other than the good. There's plenty of good on the Internet, it would seem, and if you ever find yourself in the position to help someone, even if you don't know them, please do. (I always think about my kids... what if one of them was alone and all they had - heaven forbid - was an online connection? I'd want someone to reach out to them...)

Links from All Over

Skeletons of Cartoon Characters

Britain's sexiest loos. Is something called a 'loo' ever really sexy, though?

Always love Letters of Note.

This is a beautiful, heart-tugging video to watch. One thing about this little lady never changes: she always has something to say. :)

Hmm. Parce que les ananas ne parlent pas?

It's cool to look poor.

I feel as though this new HBO show, Girls, is being overanalyzed. I haven't seen it yet, and I don't want to watch it anymore. Also, it makes me feel as though there's a lot of pointless sex in it. If even one of the people involved isn't into it, I'm not into it.

Two Things.

Here's Thing Number One...

*gasp* Remember Sea Monkeys? I wanted them so bad, but my mum wouldn't let me get them. She's a wise woman, but I was an odd kid and sometimes I wanted odd things. As the man says, your parents insistence that these things are rip-offs only ever make you want them more. However, it always goes beyond that. You know they don't do anything, but they look cool and when I was growing up I didn't take any cues from TV and we didn't have the internet to kill our imagination.

You know, I'm glad I grew up where and when I did...

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And here's Thing Number Two...

I love the fact that I get to be with someone I love immensely. Sometimes I give him a hard time for the lack of romance in our relationship but you can be sure that there's no lack of love in it.

I know what love is. I know what it's not, and exposure to trite, xylophone-laden songs about chickenshits who just can't seem to row themselves to the flowery, maiden-speckled shore of true love make me so tired. 'I Am a Rock' is a bolder and superbly written song that also admits that it sucks to be dead inside but doesn't make a grown, bitter man sound like a histrionic tween girl. There are lots of songs like that, actually...

I'm gonna go home and listen to The Mighty Q. Have a great weekend, folks.

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Do you want to feel like angels are frolicking on your taste buds?

Lifted from a blog called Now That's Nifty.

How do you feel about colon?

Spelling matters. It always has, it always will. Bad spellers are routinely caught and branded 'idiots' by someone who understands how much it matters, whether you like it or not. Even the shittiest speller will feel smug and insufferably superior if they catch someone else's spelling mistake. I doubt the Twitter generation cares because Twitter's functionality is not conducive to literacy. Only Twitter's Rich and Famous account holders seem to pay attention to spelling. If the 'yoot' of N. America can't see vowels in words longer than four letters, they won't see the irony in the above. So fuck it. Do what you want, kids.

HITCHCOCK.

Principal photography just began on HITCHCOCK, a bio film about the big man. Who's playing the director? Take a look. I, for one, am excited already.

When's Day?

I need a break.


My oldest is 17 today. Jesus H. Christ. Happy birthday, girlwoman, I hope you're having a lovely day.  <3

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A. (my spouse) sent a great link today. The writer calls Gotye the "White Tupac".

In case you're wondering where the name came from: his name is Walter. 'Gauthier' is French for 'Walter'. He's from Belgium. They speak French there.

It's very clever to fuck with your name the way he did. I would have called myself Goat Yay, though.

P.S. Shitty fucking song and I'm tired of it already.

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Ohhhh, some of these are terrible.

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Some days, you think that perhaps there are sensations you just need to feel. Today, I would like to roll around in warm blue mud. There is absolutely nothing sexual about that, I just think the texture would make me feel better.

I'm having a weird day.

A Post-Easter Post

Mike Wallace passed away this weekend. I liked that guy. He was a hardass. I've seen quite a few of his interviews. He once asked the Ayatollah if he was crazy. He'll be missed.

Thomas Kinkade passed away too. I liked some of his stuff, it was kind of warm and cozy. But I agree with an something I read this morning: his cottages look as though they're on fire inside. I think that's what's made me ever so slightly uncomfortable with his art all these years.

A few things:

Mark 'Marty' Rathbun was a long time senior member of the Church of Scientology, not to mention a trusted insider and advisor to many of the organization's high profile members. Not long ago he made the decision to leave the church. They've been harassing him ever since. As a follower of Scientology hijinx for quite some time, I find this article particularly engaging: Marty hasn't left his beliefs behind, just the money-grubbing and haranguing of the organization. The separation of Scientology beliefs from the 'church' should be possible, shouldn't it? Marty says it is, and that Scientology without the corporation is a lot like Zen Buddhism. I have my doubts that such a separation is possible given some of the principles on which it was founded (not to mention what kind of person the founder was widely reputed - and proven - to be), but this article is an intriguing read anyway.

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American parents want to ban The Hunger Games trilogy. Aren't parents of children in the trilogy's target demographic are former Generation Xers? Weren't we all about Nirvana and Bikini Kill and Pulp Fiction and riot grrls? You've changed, parents.

But go ahead. Ban the books, buy your kid a computer, and put it in his or her room. Don't forget to shut the door so your angel has his or her privacy. Or just send your kid to bed with their iPhone next to their bed. You can sit up and watch Real Housewives and drink your Chablis and pat yourself on the back: your kid is safely at home with you and not reading that nasty stuff. You're a fucking idiot and you're making more fucking idiots. Good for you. Romney for President!

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Ashley Judd, please forgive me. I get angry with other women, I forget myself and I become one of them. You are bright and beautiful and your face is like a sweet lollipop.

I might be in love with you, actually. You're my kind o' woman.

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I love flowcharts and Venn diagrams. Mental Floss (Miss Cellania, in particular) loves 'em too. :)

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Why hasn't Rush been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame? Has anyone ever started a petition?

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I think that's it for now.