Despite my job, I am an ostrich with its head in a hole when it comes to burgeoning technologies. If I don’t see it, I can’t learn it, right? But some things just cannot be ignored. One such thing is Sketchup, Google’s newly released easy-to-use 3D modeling software. My friend, the set designer and custom carpenter, may find this up his proverbial alley.
Much obliged to Von Herwig for the boot in the tuchus.
More tiny linkdom — this one courtesy of Czeltic Girl — on this the day of my daughter’s wedding.
When was the last time you were this excited about anything?
After IMing this to Co-worker Christina, her hilarious response was simply: “fuck that. i dont ever want kids if they’re going to be doing some demonic shit like that. Seriously, chill the fuck out.”
Which is prompting me to remix the video with a shot back and forth from the kid screaming to Christina and a wagging finger. If only I had that kind of time.
On a side note, parents: always give them the video games last, ok? Learn something from A Christmas Story.
Link lifted from Tremble.
Tim McKee drops the awesome on me. Cynthia Rothrock and… some Brazilian guys make a thoroughly enjoyable action scene [youtube, graphic violence… kinda]. I cannot say whether it’s the worst of all time or the best of all time. You be the judge.
If you do not watch until the end, you are a fool and a cad.
And while you’re giving that a chance, check out this kids’ re-enactments. He’s really quite good, particularly in the Shining, though I fear this medium may catch on and become no longer awesome, like most sampling and mashups.
Jack Handey is still working, and is still hilarious.
The “Made You Look” idea reminds me of this creepy and ridiculously ambitious episode of Too Close for Comfort where the main character has a Dorian Gray-style portrait. Imagine you’re a four-year old at your grandmother’s house around bedtime. And there’s a painting of Ted Knight on TV. That’s scary. Then, as you’re eating some grapes and watching TV before bed, the painting changes expressions. Until I found proof on the internet just now, I thought I had dreamed this terrible image. Nay, gentle readers, it is not safely contained in my subconscious, but lurking in some DVD collection, waiting to prey on the helpless.
New Yorker link sent to me by Czeltic Girl, who is now responsible for my recurring nightmare.
Some Valentine’s funnies for you:
Something Awful Star Wars Valentines
Cap’n Wacky’s unfortunate Valentines
McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: Obsessive-Compulsive Valentines.
Diesel Sweeties’ Cards are a waste of money: 1, 2, 3
And the Geek Love Poem shirt that I got MHG just because, but that arrived near Valentine’s Day.
Dick Cheney misses bird, hits fellow hunter
“Serves him right,” Cheney was quoted as saying. “You pathetic fleshlings are vulnerable to weapons that cannot hope to penetrate my exoskeleton. Even your attempts to use an electro-magnetic pulse to stop my cardiac-unit have failed in the face of the evil that animates my cyborg corpse. TREMBLE!”
Cheney then peeled back his lips to reveal a double-row of burnished titanium teeth, took a sizable bite out of a nearby puppy and began complex sexual intercourse with a Whirlpool washer/dryer unit.
Link proliferated from Davezilla.
In anticipation of the ACW in Las Vegas, I bring you Self-defence with a Walking-stick: The Different Methods of Defending Oneself with a Walking-Stick or Umbrella when Attacked under Unequal Conditions (Part2). Part 2!
Actually, Czeltic Girl brought it to me, and The Morning News brought it to her.
Kurt Wimmer, the director who convinced me some time ago that Christian Bale would be the perfect Batman, has created another clean, smooth, Orwellian future. If you haven’t already seen Equilibirum, make sure you remedy that. Don’t let the reviews fool you though; it’s not better than the original Matrix.
The only complaint I have with Wimmer’s directing style is that I’m not fond of the cheap-looking titles he uses; it lends a B-movie quality to the movie that sort of makes you feel like he doesn’t want you to truly respect his film, just let it wash over you and be forgotten. Maybe that is the point, but I think he should get some people like Peter Gifford at Universal Head, who pointed this trailer out to me, to show him how his titles and captions could stop pulling people out of the moment.
Anyway, this looks like one of those movies after which I’ll be doing all kinds of kung fu in the parking lot.
Ultraviolet; imagine Gattaca with less suspense, more vinyl and seemingly a lot of armor-shattering pistol whips.
Jack Black remains my hero after ten years of worship. He and Kage can be my two kings any day. And while I sometimes pride myself on my refinement when it comes to understanding the value of literature and film, Nacho Libre would still have my vote at the Oscars.
