Friday, October 29, 2004
Anyway. In more cheerful news, we are having a Halloween party! With a live band, even! And movies! And contests with prizes! And lots of spooky food! In that vein (ha), I give you the year's "scariest" costumes, courtesy of Daniel.
Also from Daniel: non-USians can't access the Bush-Cheney campaign website. Huh? However, the Secret Service is right on any American who makes any offhand remarks concerning the president...even if it's just a girl writing something on her LiveJournal. Jesus, people.
From Glenna: MonsterSlash. For some reason, seeing an animated beaver break down crying really got to me. I think I am suffering from severe politics overload.
From Satori: college students are pro-Kerry, fortunately. Also, a long-lost Ed Wood flick has been found. Woo!
From Bunny, a combination of Halloween and scary politics: the Rocky Horror Presidential performance. It's just plain weird.
Have a good weekend, everyone. I'm actually going to be off work most of next week, but Folderol will most likely be updated just the same. See you then!
Thursday, October 28, 2004
LISFeeds and LISBlogSource are both great ways to find librarian weblogs, which in turn lead you to all sorts of strange and wonderful places. Like, say, Fiction Bitch, who gives would-be writers the tough love they need. Or directions to a Google cheatsheet. Or a historical resource like the Sears company archives.
Reporters Without Borders has issued their third annual freedom of the press report. While the list looks fairly predictable, I would like to point out that the media in the U.S. has less freedom than that of Bosnia. Eeep.
Tomorrow: links from others! Also tomorrow: the Club Creatures will be performing live at Jacob's, with truly amazing costumes.
And lo, the moon became as blood, and the curse was reversed. Congratulations Red Sox!
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
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Our Papi, Who art in Fenway
Hallowed by thy team.
Thou kicketh ass,
On Yankee grass,
And at home, as you did in the Bronx.
Give us this year our shiny rings,
And forgive us our talk of curses,
As we forgive those who talk of curses against us.
And lead us not into extra innings,
But deliver us from errors.
For thou art the Schilling,
And the Pedro,
And the D-Lowe,
For ever and ever.
Damon.
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Today is Wednesday, which should be events/spooky day, but right now the upcoming election is the scariest thing out there, so we're concentrating on that today. Got it?
Swiped from Jimmylegs: the Electoral Vote Predictor is a constantly changing state-of-the-nation report. In the past few days, Ohio has switched from "weak Kerry" to "weak Bush" and back and forth again. Clicking on "Ohio polls" results in something that looks like an earthquake report. It's insane around here these days.
From Satori: a game in which you attempt to give George W. Bush a brain. Not surprisingly, it's very difficult. (If you succeed, you get a soundbite that gives you the distinct impression that you inserted a defective brain.)
From Glenna: an anti-Bush multimedia presentation in the form of a school filmstrip.
Also from Glenna: Banana Republican. I particularly like Colin Powell's outfit.
From Daniel: some words of wisdom about killing in the name of God (any god, take your pick).
Also from Daniel: some Diebold "ads" that pull no voter punches.
From Daniel again: a rather bizarre Flash animation involving Bush, Gary Busey, and two ferrets.
From the Graveworm: Kurt Vonnegut and Kilgore Trout discuss the state of the world.
Also from the 'Worm: brain cells in a dish fly a fighter plane. Yes, really!
And finally...a blood red moon AND a total eclipse occur tonight. Could this be a sign that the curse of the Boston Red Sox will finally be reversed tonight? Or that Armageddon is upon us? Or maybe both?
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Happy birthday Kathryn!
Zazoo and Bunny are keeping me updated on the Ashlee Simpson lipsynching scandal: now it's the fault of acid reflux disease. I am still not sure why the band got blamed for the whole mess, then (and, as Bunny says, she's only 19; that's awfully young for acid reflux, isn't it?).
In cleaning out the email, I found a whole bunch of weird stuff for entertainment purposes. For instance, I give you the mysterious story of a camera found in the woods with spooky photos already on it, which spawn a myriad of eerie theories and freaks several people out...before they discover it's a hoax. But it's still pretty cool, even as as an example of mass delusion.
Gary Numan probably never imagined that woodland creatures would be singing "Are Friends Electric?" someday. But here they are! If you stick around till the end of the song, you even get some robot penguins thrown in the mix.
Speaking of animals, strange interspecies friendships do occur at times. This whole site is fun, but the "poorly hedgehog with squirrel" is by far my favorite. I'm thinking of setting it as my new desktop image.
Here's an idea which I know will find great favor with Bunny: using kids as an energy resource. I think we saw something like this at COSI, actually.
Also for Bunny (and other video gamer geeks): can you identify that retro arcade sound? I was a miserable failure at this, but then again, I was usually paying more attention to trying to stay alive than the sound effects. Have at it!
Monday, October 25, 2004
It's our one-year wedding anniversary, and the bizarre adventures show no signs of stopping. Happy anniversary, Bunny!
So when I read about the latest art prodigy (this one is four - four! - years old), I thought, "Eh." But then I saw her paintings, and...wow. She's actually really good!
And then, there's Ashlee Simpson, who apparently is not so good at singing without backup. (Way to blame the band, Ashlee. Don't think they're not cooking up elaborate revenge plans right now.)
William Shatner needs no help when he's in concert! (It helps that he talks rather than singing, I guess.)
Here's an interesting way to get around piracy problems: change the ending of the book right before release. That's what Gabriel Garcia Marquez did.
Librarians always get teased about their fashion choices, but I have one word for those who mock: professors. Ha!
