A very long linkfeast for gloomy winter days (which is when I put it together, though this week is nice). I've been gathering links of varying sorts - serious, musical, filmish, snarky, bawdy... Read at your own risk.
I wish I could write like that:
Did anyone else take one look at all those people freezing their butts
off out there on the mall and think of March of the Penguins?...
6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?
The Menahmehna song(from the Muppets or Sesame Street, I can't remember
which one it's from)...my second favorite is the vibrate mode...need I
If I had answered that meme, I would just boringly answer that I don't have a cell phone. And, in The Alphabet Game
, she mentions ten things she loves that begin with N (Not safe for work or around small children):
..DUH! Do I really
need to explain WHY I love to be naked? Or why I love for other people
to be naked? I can't speak for others but I like letting it all hang
out although sometimes it's hanging in places I'm not impressed with,
but what can you do? (Remember the depressed boobies
The depressed boobies post is very funny too.
- Validation. Daughter showed me this one. It's long, but watch all the way to the end.*
- Saturday Night Live: Save Broadway!
In her autobiography Wishful Drinking, Carrie Fisher recalls her most memorable direction from George Lucas while playing Princess Leia in Star Wars: Forget about wearing a bra because "there's no underwear in outer space."
The women of sci-fi have come a long way since then, and for proof, look no further than Battlestar Galactica.
Returning Friday night for the start of its final half-season, the
Peabody Award-winning television series continues to blend current
events and religion into its thoughtful story lines. Along the way, BSG has also conjured a gender-blind universe filled with female characters of genuine substance...
Along with the engrossing storyline, this is one of the things I love about BSG.
But then came Khan Noonien Singh. You can just call him Khan, as in "Star Trek
II: The Wrath of . . ." Now Montalbán's death takes its place as yet
another "Star Trek" obit, and these things are very important if your
pop-culture Richter scale is hooked up to geekdom's fault line. He
first played Khan in an episode of the original "Star Trek" in 1967,
which should have meant no big deal, since Montalbán also had bit parts
in episodes of everything
then ("The Man From U.N.C.L.E.," "Gunsmoke," "Marcus Welby, M.D." . . .).
For some wonderfully inane reason, the makers of "Star Trek" movies
built the 1982 movie sequel around villainous, vengeful Khan, and
Montalbán accepted the challenge of chewing more scenery than William Shatner
Wearing a silver mullet and what appears to be a prosthetic, muscled
chest (Montalbán reportedly insisted those pecs were his), the actor
memorably channeled a well-mannered rage. For Trekkies, "The Wrath of
Khan" is pure Hemingway. They gave him the very best lines ever uttered
in sci-fi, such as: "I've done far worse than kill you, Admiral. I've
hurt you. And I wish to go on hurting you. I shall leave you as you
left me, as you left her; marooned for all eternity in the center of a
dead planet. Buried alive. Buried alive . . . " (Shatner's apoplectic
...With actual printed photos, there is a sense that something delicate
and ineffable has managed to survive, a small miracle amidst the
rampant image destruction we experience in our disposable culture. They
seem to have an occult power, as pictures in lockets sometimes seem
portentous, mystically imbued with significance. Digitization, though,
puts photos in the same category with flickering TV images, meant to be
consumed and forgotten after being experienced as entertainment. A
physical archive seems to put them in a category with paintings, which
invite us to take the time for contemplation. Digital photos are
pushing prints further into the rarefied realm of fine art, the
audience for them will most likely become reduced to those with the
appropriate cultural capital—the aesthetic appreciation training and so
...Now scientists have begun to examine how the city affects the brain,
and the results are chastening. Just being in an urban environment,
they have found, impairs our basic mental processes. After spending a
few minutes on a crowded city street, the brain is less able to hold
things in memory, and suffers from reduced self-control. While it's
long been recognized that city life is exhausting -- that's why Picasso
left Paris -- this new research suggests that cities actually dull our
thinking, sometimes dramatically so...
I still like Boston, though.
And a LOLCat:
* She's got a beautiful smile!