Where Is Everybody?

London, Christmas Morning, in the Twilight Zone.

Wind Waker

Okay, I know. It's a video of a kid on Youtube making music. There's only, what 9 trillion of those? But this guy's version of the theme from the Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker is gonna knock your socks off.



By the way, we played through Wind Waker as a family about a year ago (Thanks, Don!), and it was a real treat. Until we started punching each other in the stomachs to see if coins would come out. Then it got painful and upsetting.

Happy Holidays!

Press ALT-F9 to enter Holiday Recovery Mode.

Back to work today. Had a good Christmas.

The kids have hit the post-Christmas wall, where they realize they've played with all of their new toys and games, and they're going to have to go back to inventing their own ways of entertaining themselves.

Kate enjoyed having Dad home, but particularly because Dad's a big help when playing Lego Star Wars.

Conner was much more affectionate, and would spend time just sitting on Dad's lap, giving hugs, and saying "Love you, Dad." He couldn't care less about what presents he got, he was just glad the old man was around.

Sariah was bursting into gleeful squealing whenever I was around, she was so happy to see me. But she was too busy walking all over the place to spend time snuggling. Young and mobile professional walker.

Wife got new books for Christmas, so I didn't see her that much. I think her Christmas was Merry.

Santa brought me a new sleeping bag. Finally watched the Dark Knight and liked it. Got some writing done. I may have a self-published comic in print in a few months.

Really didn't want to come in to work this morning, but woke up and got showered and dressed anyway. I'm on office-drone autopilot today, but I'm looking forward to more comics writing tonight.

The Most Comfortable Cultist Robe You've Ever Worn.

Or your money back.

The Snuggie.

There's no reason to be cold while you're performing human sacrifice. Those dungeons can get a bit chilly.

(Thanks to the Wife-Lady.)

I Ran Today...

... and didn't die.

Also, I must be like 17 years old now, because I really like Vampire Weekend and I can't help it.



Screw you, your indie music sucks more than my indie music.

Career Change...

Oh, this is brilliant.



Minotaur China Shop.

Play it here, it's free, and Flash.

Get out of my brain, HAL.

OH CRAP.

Computers can now read our minds.

The human race is doomed.

...

Seriously, though, this is magnificent. Should make corporate espionage so much easier.

Oh, Virtual Server, Why Do You Disobey Me?

Hm... that about sums up my thoughts today. Maybe I should be using Twitter instead.

Windows Server 2008 is... problematic. Extremely secure. As in, Fort Knox secure (for now). But clunky. What do I like? It's got all of the functionality of Server 2003... and that seems to be it. No, I'm kidding, I do really like the Core Server implementation, that was very needed. But other than that, it's Server Vista Home Edition. So, meh. Hopefully it gets better.

Did research last night for Local Comic Project, was very productive.

Will run tomorrow, when I'm feeling more well. Well-er?

Double-plus well.

No Running Today

Starting to get sick. Throat sore. Illness is here a week early. Next week would be much more convenient. Will shoot for running on Friday.

Writing. Need to get current project off of plate completely. Script needs major fixing. The dialogue is crooked and hurts my ears when I read it out loud.

Old project still not completely dead, no matter what I do. Colorist still slowly turning in pages. Tempted to take what I have and just submit it, forget the last three pages.

New short taking shape. Eight pages? Shorter?

Trying to blog more. I read too much and speak, uh, not enough.

KANEDAAAAAAAAAA!

Flickering Screens

I've been thinking about video games lately. Not gaming in general, but the specific games that I carry around in my head with me. There are games that I spent time playing on my Commodore 64 as a child that I still think about.

I've been trying to list the games that have stuck with me, and figure out what makes them "sticky."

Here are the trends I've noticed:
- I like action.
- I like humor.
- I don't like persistence. MMORPGs give me a sick feeling in my stomach.
- I like excellent writing.
- I don't like sampling a large assortment of games. I'm extremely picky. I find a title I'm interested in and dive.
- I love hybrids: FPS/RPG, RTS/RPG, FPS/RTS, etc.
- I'd still rather dig up a good old game than the latest AAA title.
- I expect a great amount of polish from start to finish. One broken element or ill-considered mechanic can be a deal-breaker.
- Squaresoft didn't get a single title on my list.
- Lots of First Person Shooters.
- Very few console games, mostly PC games.

I'm not seeking for Greater Truth about my gaming habits. I've only been thinking about why I'm attracted to some games and not others, and why.

Shrug.

I think I need to find a copy of Herzog Zwei. I miss that game.

Chocolate and Sugar

I got a candy bar from work today. It was for my birthday. I'm not a chocolate enthusiast, but I'll eat the stuff.

I was feeling pretty down about my chocolate gift, but I started thinking about how much power the substance has. And not just chocolate, but candy in general. The military puts Hershey bars in their K-rations. Why is that? In the 1800's, pioneers would give their kids lumps of brown sugar to suck on. We have an entire holiday devoted to candy. If my kids are having a rough time, I offer them a piece of candy, and they cheer right up. Sugar makes us happy. Somehow it has the magical power to warm our hearts.

When I was in Mexico, I lived in a town called Los Mochis for over a year. There was a sugar processing plant in the middle of town. The plant was the city's spine. The city was founded because of the existence of that plant. Workers and farm equipment would harvest the sugar cane, and truck it to the plant. After the sugar was extracted, the cane was incinerated, and cinders would fly up out of the smokestacks. For weeks, black and grey ash would snow on the city. The entire community lived or died by the sugar crop.

(By the way, the cane sugar is the good stuff. Most of the sugar produced here in the U.S. is beet sugar.)

"Sugar is poison" is the old saying, and part of my brain is ranting about diabetes and hyperactivity and obesity and empty calories. And chocolate is messy. I rarely let my kids touch chocolate, because just cleaning them up afterward requires a sand blaster. I should be making a hand-painted sign to wave around: "Sugar is killing us!"

I was feeling down about chocolate.

Then I ate the whole candy bar. I felt a lot better.

I'll go running tonight.

Happy Black Friday

Or, you know, Unhappy.

... To Me.

Eh, Why Not?

Watch some old clips of Peter Schiff. That's right, you morons, laugh him down. Look at him, all wild-eyed and nervous. What a whackjob. Go ahead, giggle when he tells you the fundamentals of our economy are a mess.



Oh, wait.

There's probably some apt analogies to draw between Austrian school economists and Old Testament prophets, but today's Friday. I'm not going to do that to you.

Have a good weekend.

(Building my ark.)

Alex Garcia P.!

My good friend Alex Garcia Palomares just launched his new portfolio site, and I'm pretty stoked for him. I really dig the site design/animation, and he's got some original pencils from Decayed Orbits up there in his samples.


This guy is a seriously talented illustrator, and you should give him your money. He's a professional. I can't give a greater endorsement.

Congrats, Alex!

Stan The Man

He's still nutty, but you gotta love the guy. I grew up with Stan's bombastic wording. My vocabulary would be a fraction of what it is today if it weren't for Stan Lee's thesaurus.

And you gotta love that he's pushing a book for the Hero Initiative.

Committment

There are two types of folks. Those who will sit through the entirety of Flash Gordon (1980) out of a warped sense of childhood nostalgia, and those who won't.


Unfortunately, I appear to be the first kind.

I beg of you, don't be the first kind.

Ziplock

So, the wife-lady had an organ removed this past week. The stitches are hurting the poor dear, so I'm contemplating the installation of an easy Ziplock access port on her in case of future surgeries while sealing in Freshness. People cutting up my wife makes me cranky.

So I'm married to a sweet lady minus a gall bladder. Also minus a handful of painful gravel. They don't make replacement parts, so I can't take her back to the dealership.

Sweet Wife is recovering nicely, and thinks she's still Wonder Woman. I have purchased a cattle prod. Every time Wife goes to pick up Baby (which she is NOT allowed to do) I shock her. We've been doing this for about a week now. The Pavlovian response still hasn't kicked in yet. She still hears that baby cry, her arms go all outstretched like a zombie reaching for brains, and ZAP. Daddy brings the castigation.

When you get organs removed, you don't get to pick things up.

AT ALL.

That has made taking care of baby much more interesting for Dad, because that means I get to be the one pulling the kid out of the crib for latenight feedings. Two AM. Crying. Daddy picks up baby, carries her over to bed for feeding. Ten minutes later, Daddy picks up baby and places her back in crib. Repeat.

The older two have been much more complacent. Peanut butter sandwiches and early Halloween candy have been the staple since last Tuesday. The children are still functioning normally, with only sporadic seizures.

Yes. I am an awesome Father.

Fun Fact: Did you know Vicodin makes you sleep, like, all the time? It does! Did you also know that it invokes acute envy from your insomniac spouse? You betcha!

That is all.

Time Machine Plans: SCRAPPED

Okay, I could handle raptors. I was fine with T-Rexes and tremendous bugs.

But this has ended all of my dinosaur-hunting fantasies.

Fossil find may document largest snake (Science News.org)

12.8 meters?

...

Oh, hell no.

Moving to Australia

I've been the victim of an elaborate con for the entirety of my 30-something years.

I'm moving to Australia. Taking the family, gonna buy some motorcycles and weapons. Then we'll scavenge oil and food for our livelihood. [edit: Also, we're going to start a rock band.]


Screw your system. Your system is busted.

See you round.

Lego Zombie Apocalypse

These guys are achievers.

WTS: 3 Bed 2 Bath, Great Neighborhood

Seriously, who needs homeowners insurance? Build them cute, but durable. Housing development for the End Times.

419

From here:

Dear American:

I need to ask you to support an urgent secret business relationship with a transfer of funds of great magnitude.

I am Ministry of the Treasury of the Republic of America. My country has had crisis that has caused the need for large transfer of funds of 800 billion dollars US. If you would assist me in this transfer, it would be most profitable to you.

I am working with Mr. Phil Gram, lobbyist for UBS, who will be my replacement as Ministry of the Treasury in January. As a Senator, you may know him as the leader of the American banking deregulation movement in the 1990s. This transactin is 100% safe.

This is a matter of great urgency. We need a blank check. We need the funds as quickly as possible. We cannot directly transfer these funds in the names of our close friends because we are constantly under surveillance. My family lawyer advised me that I should look for a reliable and trustworthy person who will act as a next of kin so the funds can be transferred.

Please reply with all of your bank account, IRA and college fund account numbers and those of your children and grandchildren to wallstreetbailout@treasury.gov so that we may transfer your commission for this transaction. After I receive that information, I will respond with detailed information about safeguards that will be used to protect the funds.

Yours Faithfully Minister of Treasury Paulson

Huh.

I got linked by Larry Young, who evidently stumbled across this post.

AIT/PlanetLar's official response: "That's us, all right: the counterpunch to 'You're screwed.'"

Now to convince him to make that their motto.

I don't think I mentioned it, but Larry was one of the folks that kindly accepted one of my Decayed Orbits ashcans. I mentioned it had Astronauts. Larry asked if they were in Trouble. I told them they were in Deathly Peril. He responded that they shoot for Astronauts getting Into Trouble, and then Getting Out of It.

Oops.

Good company, good comics. Buy books from Larry, he's nice and makes cool stuff.

FOMC

Now David Walker isn't the only one saying it:

We are screwed.

And the Fed cannot save us.

Decayed Orbits Ashcan

Oh, if you wanted a PDF version of the Decayed Orbits preview ashcan, it's here.

SDCC08 Saturday

Got moving a little late, slept in a bit. Got to the convention, hit the floor some more.

After a bit, headed to the Dave Gibbons Watchmen panel. I wasn't sure to expect, I'd always a majority of Watchmen's success to Alan Moore. He's just attracted so much more hype than Gibbons. I was wrong. Dave Gibbons is a bloody savant. He's promoting a "making of" book called Watching the Watchmen, and it is freaking gold. It's packed with his old sketches, thumbnails, and notes related to the book. He kept everything. It's all there, and it is astounding. I think it's out in October. Christmas present for Daddy.

Howard Chaykin panel: two great thoughts that I recorded:
"Don't take the praise or the blame seriously, it leads to an easier life."
"As technology arrives, embrace it and use it."
Those nuggets of wisdom were stuffed in the package, and a horde of F-bombs served as the styrofoam peanuts. There was no gift wrap.

Will Eisner Tribute Panel - Paul Levitz, Denis Kitchen, Michael Uslan, and Carl Gropper. The driest panel I attended. You've got the frickin' president of DC in there, how can you be dry? Memories of Eisner, which all seemed to revolve around food. Breakfast at SDCC, steaks, dinners. Maybe they were hungry. But Kitchen was the only one kicking out any decent anecdotes. People are remembered by the stories told about them. It degraded into a hype session for the Spirit movie, with reassurances that Frank Miller wasn't going to screw it up. I coughed, covering my mouth with my fist. I looked at my hand and it was covered in chalk dust.

Lettering panel - You know how boring the last panel was? This was the complete opposite. Todd FRICKIN' Klein, Tom HOLY CRAP Orzechowski, Jared Fletcher, and John Roshell, with Doug Wolk moderating. A bunch of guys at the top of their game talking comics. Fonts, sound effects, logo designs. Script problems. Proofreading. As boring as it sounds, this panel was fascinating. If you weren't there for this, you missed out, it was an intro college course for making your comics look right. So glad I didn't miss this.

Back to the floor.

Oni panel - Started late. Actually not too big of a problem, because very few people were there. There seemed to be more people working for Oni present than fans. They gave a rundown on all their new books coming out, and opened for questions. Nothing major really popped up on my radar, they've got some solid books, but nothing I'm really itching for. Wasteland and Scott Pilgrim are the only Oni books I'm really following. The panel ended on time, even having started 20 minutes late. Blame the lateness on Attack of the Show. G4 douchebags.

Writing Panel - Peter David, Colleen Doran, Maggie Thompson, Orson Scott Card, Brian Miller. Pretty close to a similar panel last year. Card had some more extremely valuable general writing advice. Colleen seemed even more agitated than before. Peter had some great anecdotes. Worth seeing, but not a grand-slam.

Don and I grabbed our same spot as last year to watch the Masquerade procession. Very few noteworthy costumes this year. Only took a couple photos. Mostly enjoyable for the euphoric surreality derived from watching a tidal wave of fans marching in unison, as far as the eye can see. It's disturbing and fun all at the same time. Don had to write up some articles for Gamespot, so I went the anime room. Watched one episode of Death Note, and was thoroughly disoriented. It was unintelligible. I think it's supposed to have a story, but I have no clue what it is. Anime fanboys and girls can send me your hatemail. Perhaps the manga is better.

Ate food. Slept. Drove home the next morning. Was happy to be home.

Friday

I should have mentioned that Wednesday night the car parked behind us got broken into. Don heard the smash and tink of broken glass, loud enough to wake him up.

Friday morning revealed another car break-in. Another bullet dodged.

From my journal that day:
"San Diego feels like a city that's faking it, that's blatantly dishonest, like the facades might come down at any moment and it'll be standing there with its pants around its ankles."

Downtown SD is so polished, with skyscrapers and joggers and folks walking their dogs. It's the paradigm of wealth and health. But drive down the wrong street, and the image cracks, like bad reception on your TV. It's a pretty place, just don't go anywhere outside of downtown. More on this later.

Got to the Con Center.

Spent most of the morning on the exhibit floor. Met people, handed out ashcans. Bought some presents for the family.

Tried to get in line for the Spaced viewing around noon. Nothing doing. The line was interminable. I ended up outside, down the rear steps, behind a few thousand people. I relented and headed towards the hall holding the Dr. Horrible panel. Got in just fine, caught the tail end of the Stargate panel. I don't watch Stargate, so I read and wrote.

Dr. Horrible panel - Just absolutely hilarious. Those folks are just as funny unscripted as they are onscreen, if not more so. My fanboy geekout for the day. Or at least one of them. Joss is my master now. Just find the Youtube footage of the panel, I'm not going to waste time trying to do it justice.

The Webcomics Weekly guys and Phil Foglio - Just excellent brainfood. Kurtz and co. get schooled (in a good way) by Girl Genius creator Phil. I don't read PVP, but Scott is genuinely funny in person. At one point he was discussing the reaction he gets when telling syndicated cartoonists about giving his work away for free. He then pantomimed the front of his imaginary tuxedo rolling up like a windowshade, his monocle popping out of his eye, and his bowler flipping on his head. I broke up. In general, the entire panel was school. Phil pulled out sales numbers, his justifications for working with retailers and Amazon, and lots of wisdom. Dave Kellen provided historical perspective on one-on-one entertainment which was very insightful. Just a solid, entertaining, and educational panel. Great stuff.

The Image Panel - Fairly awful. The big announcement was a crossover book with all of the original Image heroes drawn by their creators. It looked jarring and uninteresting. I left after about 20 minutes.

Colleen Doran's Creator Resources panel - Sad anecdotes and irritated looks. Colleen did her homework. It was like watching a Jesuit trying to bring Christianity to a troop of apes. She did an excellent job, and I learned a lot. Sometimes she can seem a little too quick to anger, however. It's a convention, it'll all turn out okay.

Hit the floor some more.

Tried the line MST3k reunion. Impossible. I think at this point we ate at Dick's Last Resort. Headed for the Eisners.

The Eisners are painful to watch. Frank Miller seemed unprepared. Not a natural public speaker. That wouldn't be a problem, except he had the keynote. A disappointment.
The best moments were the Fabio Moon and Gabriel Ba acceptance speeches for 5 and Umbrella Academy. Those guys have electricity coming from their fingertips. They are not tired of comics. They love comics, and you could feed on that enthusiasm. It takes some guys from Brazil to tell America what we're doing wrong with comics. There's your "future of comics" right there.

Left early to attend the Spaced screening. Participated in a 2000-strong imaginary gunfight. Watched some Spaced, and laughed.

After the Spaced viewing, Jeremy and I headed for the car. We passed a couple of drunk twenty-something party girls, feeling their way down the sidewalk like they were lost in a cave.

Drove Jeremy down south to his hotel in Chula Vista. The closer I got to Tijuana, the more uneasy I got. The last place I wanted to end up was Mexico at 1am. Found his hotel, dropped him off, managed to avoid a couple of wandering hookers. Couldn't reconcile the excess in SD and the rundown vibe of Chula Vista. Shrug. Relaxed a bit when I got back on I-5, heading away from Mexico as fast as I could.

Drove back to SD, but the GPS provided some inaccurate instructions which led me down to the harbor. Empty streets, traffic lights, and lots of water. It was a GTA3 moment, sitting in the car, staring out at the water, with no one else around. I could have found some crates to smash through, or a cool ramp to jump off of into the bay.

Or I could just get back to the hotel, which I eventually did.

Better day than Thursday, I think.

More Thursday

- I bumped into Walter Koenig. At least I'm pretty sure it was him.

- Hit the Pitching panel with Mark Waid, James Lucas Jones, and some other editors. Mark Waid wants to crush your soul. Not really. Good panel, and a good splash of reality.

- Attended the excellent Graphic Novels panel moderated by Larry Young. Matt Silady's DIY sensibility is inspiring. Just make your stupid comic book and screw everything else. Just do your thing, and get better at doing your thing. It served as the counterpunch to the "You're Screwed" sentiment at the Pitching panel. Pretty much everyone on the panel was making comics because someone forgot to tell them not to. Gotta pick up the Homeless Channel now, the dude was just so refreshingly upbeat about comics.

That was Thursday. I went to the hotel, ate, and slept.

SDCC 08

Let's have a few words about San Diego Comic Con.

Wednesday night highlights:
- Grabbed a copy of Channel Zero from Brian Wood.
- Berated by Brian Azzarello for not posting more on Standard Attrition.

Thursday highlights
- Got sketches from Geoff Darrow

- Hit the J. Michael Straczynski writing panel, which was a good jumpstart for the con. Got me in the right headspace of "student" instead of "fanboy."

- Caught the last half of DC's Superman panel. Now I know everything about Krypto the Superdog, and I'm a better person for it.

- Caught the Xmen panel with Fraction, Jason Aaron, and a bunch of other X-creators. Axel Alonso and Brubaker were AWOL. Takeaways: I have no friggin' idea what X-men is about anymore. I took copious notes for my buddy Don who could not attend. We went over the notes later, and we both agreed that they were unintelligible. Something about... superheroes... we had never heard of. Although Jason Aaron's new supervillain in Wolverine who can punch people in their soul sounded like a good idea. That was the only point that hooked me during the entire hour.

-Entertainment Weekly did a panel on comic book Visionaries. It was the nexus of all comic book worlds contained within one room. Grant Morrison, Colleen Doran, Mike Mignola, Matt Fraction, Jim Lee, John Cassaday, and Robert Kirkman. It had the potential to wipe Southern California off the map, but overall it was a disappoinment. The moderator was a kid, and her questions were inane. If she was familiar with any of the creators' material, it wasn't apparent. It degraded into long uncomfortable pauses and nervous joking. The one flash of insight came from Grant when he discussed how superheroes are the only future-oriented American archetype, while cowboys, gangsters, etc. are all past-oriented. Worth it to see them all in the same space, but a missed opportunity.

Dr. Horrible

Joss made a musical.


Teaser from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog on Vimeo.

The Anatomy of Hilarity

Ren and Stimpie storyboards from John K.

5.12 China

Comics of the Earthquake

Jigsaw

I was thinking about jigsaw puzzles, cognitive surplus, and broken window economics.

I became very frightened.

Don't worry, though, I think I'm better now.

Oops.

So, I've been forgetting to cross-post updates to the Decayed Orbits workblog.

Fixing that.

New inks up over there.

Doesn't everyone use RSS nowadays?

Superheroes

Got a pile of comics for the kids on Saturday. Conner's a big Spiderman fan, and ate up the Marvel Adventures free comic.

Reading comics with the boy is fun, but requires some translation. He's still getting the English thing down.

Our heroes:
Man-man = Spiderman
Man = Hulk
Ine Man = Iron Man
Deet Deet = Ant Man

Not sure where he got Deet Deet from, but it's got something to do with the antennae, I think.

Why is this weekend going to be so awesome?

First, tomorrow is Free Comic Book Day.

Second, as of an hour ago, Team Fortress 2 is free to play until May 4. Easily the funnest team shooter I've played in the last couple years. Go download it and shoot some people.

Have a good weekend.

Clay Shirky

Crowdsourcing guy:

Stimuli

Dave Barry explains the economic stimulus program here:

"Be sure to mail your return in a timely manner, because this year, filing taxpayers will receive an Economic Stimulus Payment. This is a very exciting new program that I will explain using the Q and A format:

Q. What is an Economic Stimulus Payment?

A. It is money that the federal government will send to taxpayers.

Q. Where will the government get this money?

A. From taxpayers.

Q. So the government is giving me back my own money?

A. Only a smidgen.

Q. What is the purpose of this payment?

A. The plan is that you will use the money to purchase a high-definition TV set, thus stimulating the economy.

Q. But isn't that stimulating the economy of China?

A. Shut up."

I'll take that future. No, the one to the left. Yeah, that one.

I had the privilege to hear Syd Mead reminisce about Blade Runner last year. Someone dug up some old illustrations he did for United States Steel about what the future would look like.

I like Syd's future. I'll take that one.

Revisions

Crowdsourcing Time Travel.

Love it.

Science!

Decayed Orbits

Decayed Orbits has a workblog. And it's here.

I honestly don't know what a workblog is, but I have one, and if you click on it, you can see things.

The Long Tail of Destruction

NIN is making serious money.

Between this and Radiohead's In Rainbows release, I think the math is pretty clear. The music industry as it stands is virtually obsolete. Any musician with half a brain is going to figure out that they're leaving money on the table. If you're tied to the music industry, or any creative industry, figure out who your fans are quick, and speak directly to them.

Also, read this piece about the Long Tail and True Fans. You don't need a million fans. You need one thousand. Just make sure you take care of them.

Fail save vs. Death Magic

Gary Gygax passed away.

Dungeons and Dragons and the various other incarnations of RPGs helped me, in all seriousness, survive high school. DnD gets a bad rap, but some of my fondest memories are from roleplaying sessions with good friends. The night of my Bachelor Party (ugh.) was a knock-down, drag-out, laughing-on-the-floor gaming session with friends and brothers, rather than a creepy, uncomfortable evening of stag films and strippers.

I gamed instead of going to Prom.

Screw Prom.

I played DnD for the first time when I was eight years old. From then on, I pored over Players Guides, DMs Guides, and Monster Manuals for years.

Fantasy is an escape, roleplaying is a shared hallucination. It serves a purpose. Very few people can handle living in the "Now" every waking moment. We need fantasy, and we need play some of the time.

Gygax is on the list of people I owe, but I've never met.

Sixty-nine isn't a bad age to go, but everybody wants more time.

It was fun, Gary. Once the party and I get some gold together, we'll go find a high-level priest and get you back in the game.

"We're reading the Bible, Mom!"

Switching Jobs.

Put in my two-week notice, and I'm signing up with these guys:

Mall Ninjas

...

Do I love Sketchup?

Yeah.




Yeah, I do.

Serling.

Rod Serling on writing, commercialism, and censorship.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=wX5Ysz3lOv8

http://youtube.com/watch?v=kuZaTgC-ZcE

Delays

I hate waking up in the morning and realizing that we were supposed to have manned expeditions arriving at Jupiter seven years ago.

Slackers.

Do I need to kick you in the stomach...

... to make you read Fell?

It's a comic.
It makes your cop show look like Captain Kangaroo.
It's two freakin' dollars.

Stop being a dummy and go get Fell.

Oh, by the way...

Joel's back.

You may want to wait a couple days to hit their homepage, their server is getting KILLED.

But check out the BoingBoing post in the meantime.

Sometimes you realize:

This world is just too darn full of brilliant people.

This guy is one of him. Seriously, check out his site.

Double DEATH!

Overheard from the next room, where my daughter is playing MarioKart Double Dash (amongst anguished cries from Mario and Princess Peach as they are driven repeatedly off of a cliff):

Daughter: I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

Flight