
Mad Mad Mad Mad World
I’ve redesigned and relaunched my long-neglected tribute site, It’s A Mad Mad Mad Mad World, just in time for the upcoming, definitive Criterion re-release. Go have a look!
I’ve redesigned and relaunched my long-neglected tribute site, It’s A Mad Mad Mad Mad World, just in time for the upcoming, definitive Criterion re-release. Go have a look!
Traipsing tonight through old 80s songs I loved while beer hooray and this arrived and I love it so much. It’s Shriekback, from 1985, and it’s a beautiful little song, but the thing I love about it is that it’s a stealth song about life after the apocalypse and the only hint that that is so are two lines
We had some good machines
But they don’t work no more
I love this.
Remember George Carlin’s ‘Asshole, Jackoff or Scumbag?’ Well, if you’re not an old fart like me, you might not, so enjoy:
This Carlin bit comes to mind, or to my mind at least, about… well, about 5 to 10 times a day, to be honest, lately. Because let’s face it folks: we are positively awash in assholes, ass-deep in jackoffs, and drowning in a sea of scumbags. Turn on the TV and you’re assaulted with full-auto barrages of all three. We’re lied to, manipulated, and milked for every last goddamned bit of consumer-juice we’re good for, pretty much every waking second. Let’s not even get into the mild-mannered khaki-wearing foryourowngooder digital buttspelunkers at the NSA, and their shitweasel enablers in every boardroom and Congressional Blowjob Parlor the world over. But I sense I am getting away from my main point here. Focus, stav.
To wit: fuck these guys. Specifically, fuck the Interactive Advertising Bureau. Also, fuck the Digital Advertising Alliance. While we’re at it, fuck the Network Advertising Initiative, the Direct Marketing Association, the American Advertising Federation, the Association of National Advertisers, and just for fun, fuck the Interactive Advertising Bureau all over again. Fuck them in the eyeball with Hitler’s petrified diesel-dipped dick.
Here’s why (beyond the obvious).
Are the people behind this assholes, jerkoffs, or scumbags? I will let you decide, gentle reader.
Whichever way you go, the sheer dimwitted audacity of that is kind of breathtaking, isn’t it? I mean, it doesn’t take much in the way of balls to lie to stupid people in the media these days — hell, it’s expected — but doing it in print seems quite a bit more ballsy. And stupid.
Stupid and Ballsy™, the new hit show on Fox, coming this fall.
But I’ve got to thank them for dragging their big dumb testicles across my chin. I must admit that working up a nice frothing head of righteous indignation at stuff like this helps reassure me that even though I’m getting old, I’m not getting any more willing to gobble down the crap and ask for more. Recreational fury keeps the valves clean.
So, anyway: they recommend you send an email to StopMozilla@aboutads.info to somehow validate the spurious FUD-flavoured bullshit they’re spouting. Me, I’d suggest you send a message to that address, too. But perhaps one that compliments them on their massive, stupid, stupid balls.
Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper: I Hate Banks. Because.
Somebody’s making a documentary about my favorite lunatic redneck force of nature, Mojo Nixon.
Sterling Archer and crew as James T Kirk and crew. I need more of this, stat.
Black Flag shirts on every celebrity. dot Tumbler dot of course.
Some rare Korean summer days like today you stop and you look up and there’s nothing but blue, and you think about that thin envelope of air and how close to your upturned face the edge of space lies, that the sun is a continuous celestial self-sustaining nuclear explosion, how glorious the heat and light that fury of power produces feels as it presses down on you like the soft weight of love, and it is as if your body is being drawn skyward by some gentle tidal surge, and you remember how good it is to be alive.
That feeling is one I remember from my younger days, and I love to feel it again before I have to go back into the office, where I type these words.
NYTimes: Winklevoss Twins Plan First Fund for Bitcoins.
Cameron and Tyler Winklevoss, the twins best known for their part in the history of Facebook, filed a proposal with securities regulators on Monday that would allow any investor to trade bitcoins, just as if they were stocks. The plan involves an exchange-traded fund, which usually tracks a basket of stocks or a commodity, but in this case would hold only bitcoins.
If they don’t call the fund ‘Facebuck’ they’re out of their minds.
I’ve gone live with my redesign of FullGlassEmptyClip, the group blog face of MefightClub, the grownup gaming community I also run. Stop by for a visit, if you’re so inclined, and set a spell.
That world formed the web’s foundations — without that world to build on, Google, Facebook, and Twitter couldn’t exist. But they’ve now grown so large that everything from that web-native world is now a threat to them, and they want to shut it down. “Sunset” it. “Clean it up.” “Retire” it. Get it out of the way so they can get even bigger and build even bigger proprietary barriers to anyone trying to claim their territory.
Well, fuck them, and fuck that.