autosave me
Does anyone actually know how to use Movable Type's dynamic content feature? My stabs at it have brought me nothing but anxiety.
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February 28, 2006
siblings and doubles
I figured Firewall's Carly Schroeder and Matthew Currie Holmes were related to Zooey Deschanel and Joel McHale, respectively, but it turns out their striking could-be-younger-sibs resemblances are merely coincidental.
February 27, 2006
still burning
(More futzing with the code. Heads up if anything busts.)
February 24, 2006
while rome burns
(Fiddling with some Flickr photostream automation. Pardon the dust.)
take back the night
Why do the billboards for X3 look like ads for a Broadway play about date rape set in the early Nineties?
February 23, 2006
babyface
I have an "owie" above my left eye, a "booboo" if you will; and although it's as miniscule as my euphemisms suggest, requiring both of two sutures (I declined Dermabond; thanks, I'll pass on the Krazy Glue substitute), it has become a focal point of my physical being. I am somehow larger, more lumbering because it is so small. That its inciting event was a brief encounter with a left-open cupboard door only makes me feel more conspicuously clumsy. There is a grave accent over the eyebrow I am currently reluctant to cock, denoting a timid, completely internal disaffection that I will be glad to rid myself of come Monday, when the stitches come out.
Come, Monday, come. Stitches come out. Monday can't come soon enough.
Come, Monday, come. Stitches come out. Monday can't come soon enough.
February 22, 2006
whither the soul of wit
What ever happened to brevity?
February 21, 2006
going to peaces
Some people can go to sleep, slip asunder, whenever they desire, lay stonily at the nocturnal notch of their choosing. That's never been my case. My history of rest has been prismatic at best, a fractured spotlight of dream cycles and stages of semi- and unconsciousness. But living in a world of choices, of new ways to make good on old desires, all it takes is a little blue pill or a little red(dish) or white one, squarish, oblong, or so perfectly round it would make da Vinci weep as he stood before his easel, his arm poised at a right angle to his body, about to make good on the promise of π in a single deft motion. Sleep can be like that too, a quick, decisive choice, medicine taken, an easy pill swallowed. So perhaps it's ironic that my fear in this late era, in this early-yet century, is sleep itself. Deciding when to sleep often feels like pulling a trigger, as though the French were a little wrong about what they called "the little death." I have the child's fear of sleep. As much as I like dreaming, I cannot look forward, think ahead to it; all I feel when I consider sleep, particularly as a decisive act, is an unsettling sense of my own brief nonbeing. It makes me want to lie in the daylight, where the sun can remind me of its unending survey through the blood and tissue of my drawn eyelids.
"Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won't engulf my head, I can see by infrared, How I hate the night."
"Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won't engulf my head, I can see by infrared, How I hate the night."
February 20, 2006
garment dictum
I don't know why it's important to have too many pairs of socks. But it is.
booze snooze
Has anyone in the annals of mixed beveragedom ever ordered a Jack and Pepsi, and, if so, did the saloon pianist abruptly strike a discordant note and did the resident strumpet gasp at the immodesty of the request as a Mexican standoff ensued between the unsuspecting deviant drinker and every one-eyed card shark in the joint?
February 19, 2006
wasteland
I can't think of a single movie out right now that I have any real interest in seeing.
Upsetting prosthetic slapstick; anthropomorphized animal schmaltz; sassy, bleakly animated polygons; declining action franchise figureheads; smug, dumb foreign accent showcases; barely coherent parody mishmashes that are appreciably worse than their skewered-to-death sources; the remnant genre dregs of January; and, of course, that bane at the edge of my cultural consciousness, horror horror horror (dudes kissing or stray areolae: bad; bloody stump porn: okay). Bleh. Puke.
Upsetting prosthetic slapstick; anthropomorphized animal schmaltz; sassy, bleakly animated polygons; declining action franchise figureheads; smug, dumb foreign accent showcases; barely coherent parody mishmashes that are appreciably worse than their skewered-to-death sources; the remnant genre dregs of January; and, of course, that bane at the edge of my cultural consciousness, horror horror horror (dudes kissing or stray areolae: bad; bloody stump porn: okay). Bleh. Puke.
February 18, 2006
phile-is
My favorite Office beta character. (Favorite moment: The table read-through of Michael Scott's "screenplay" in episode 02005.)
Wait. A professional what-what-whaaat?
Wait. A professional what-what-whaaat?
February 16, 2006
career suicide
I'll be really surprised if this doesn't tank hard. Risk Addiction? Try Rough Cut. Heh.
February 14, 2006
rhymes with 'dump'
"Three weeks later, the Times Book Review published a delightfully deranged letter from Trump in which he set forth his credentials—'I've read John Updike, I've read Orhan Pamuk, I've read Philip Roth … I've been a best-selling author for close to 20 years. Whether you like it or not, facts are facts'—and dispensed with both MacGregor and me. We were 'losers' who 'just don’t have what it takes.' Facts."
sidney lament
Something tells me Vin Diesel is thisclose to guest-appearing as a wacky neighbor on The King of Queens. I woulda said Joey but I'm pretty sure that dog's being put down.
February 13, 2006
hypomanic monday
It's only Monday and I already feel like I'm Thursday. (That came out wrong but somehow right.)
tripping the light fantastic
This is cool and beautiful.
February 12, 2006
angels and access points
Thanks to this dude's instructions, I finally got Opera Mini to connect to the goddamn internet on my Nokia 8801 via Cingular. I can presently view the web as though it were mapped on the head of a pin. Progress.
Now if only Opera would release a usable version of said browser for the BlackBerry 8700c. End kvetch.
Now if only Opera would release a usable version of said browser for the BlackBerry 8700c. End kvetch.
February 11, 2006
be helpful
A question, particularly for fellow Angelinos: is anyone, or does anyone know, a good storyboard artist? B____ and I need one for a short we're working on. I figured I'd throw this outlet into the mix of my usual inquiries. As for the boards themselves, we're not talking The Mysteries of Harris Burdick here. Just quick, concise pop-arty compositions.
February 05, 2006
space ghosts
"If left undisturbed at high altitude, a satellite will continue its orbit for thousands of years. According to Desmond King-Hele, the author of several books on satellite spotting, if nuclear war ever destroyed civilization, 'satellites would remain circling a devastated planet, relics of the advanced technology that led to our downfall.'"