I avoided posting anything on either of these because the rest of the internet pretty much had it covered. But...
(via Boing Boing)
Russia's The Dead Hand
17 years ago
Saturday, February 7
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
"Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" features the original text of Jane Austen's beloved novel with all-new scenes of bone crunching zombie action.
No worries.
(This was the post I wanted to make the other day.)
I've been using the phrase "No worries" a lot lately. I'm not sure if a lot of people are apologizing tome or if they are bailing on plans or what. I certainly haven't felt slighted lately (if anything, the reverse) but a quarter of my out going texts on my cel are "No worries."
I started to use the phrase back in the mid-90's when I was a shift supervisor (or leader or whatever we called ourselves) at a coffeehouse. One of the employees was a young Australian man whose name now escapes me. He said "No worries" all the time. And some how it lodged into my brain and resurfaces every couple of years.
It's a great phrase which captures my feelings a lot of the times. "There is no reason to stress out about this small thing. In the scheme of things it is nothing" or "Hey, what happened happen. We can handle it" or "I have your back" or a nice way to say "Chill the fuck out." It's all about keeping things in perspective.
I loved working with the Australian because he rarely let the trivialities of slinging coffee get him down. It was a low paying job of little grand significance. He instantly shook of annoying or angry customers. When things went wrong they didn't phase him. And his attitude as infectious.
Don't get me wrong. He was a horrible employee. Maybe not horrible, but not very good. The flip side of "no worries" is "I don't care enough to put in anything but the bare minimum of effort." And I am pretty sure he was stoned at work more than a few times.
But still, he was a joy to work with.
Friday, February 6
Why I like Facebook - poetry
Yes. It can be annoying. But (like tweets but less incessant) I enjoy get tiny chewable slices of current friends and old friend. (Especially old friend who I assumed I would never have contact again because, well, I can be an ass.)
Case in point: The haikus of one Mary Valle.
Midlife Spoils
Dead brother's car
Cancer, and
Imaginary friends
Dead brother's car
Cancer, and
Imaginary friends
Thursday, February 5
New and Improved Twang of the Void
No, I'm not leaving this site. But if you want your TotV with a bit extra this is the place to go.
Damn it.
I had a great post to make. I open up this window and then got distracted by (1) a bunch of IMs, (2) making a Facebook invite for Coraline tomorrow, (3) a child who wasn't so much "cute" as "painfully loud," and (4) watch Robocop on Hulu.
Now I can't remember what my witty and insightful observation on the human condition was.
Update: I remember now! It was about the phrase "No worries." I'll get to it tomorrow.
But what if gramma is paper thin?
I just bought tickets to see Coraline tomorrow. I opted for the 3D versions, which may be a mistake but I keep earing how 3D Digital is actually very good so I decided to give it a try. When order tickets on Fandango they give you the option of "Adult," "Senior" or "Child." Except inthis case is was "Adult, "3D Senior" or "3D Child."
Which brings up lots of questions.
Hate/Love people on cel phones.
I am surrounded by people on cel phones right now. (I, even in this weather, go outside to talk.) It is annoying because it is distracting.
However I do enjoy listening in.
(To my left (let's call this west) is a young woman working on a paper, who has made four phone calls about the same topic) "I can't do this paper! I don't want to do this paper! I don't have any time. I don't want to be a writer any more. I don't understand anything!"
(Woman to the northwest on bluetooth phone) "No. It was good. He was sweet. I think he might be the one. No, he left in the morning. I know! I should do my taxes."
(Man to the north who has been on hold for and hours with occasional spurts of talking.) "Well, it's important in this work climate to network and get recommendations from anyone you know. Yeah. No. No. No, I'm asking you for one."
Update: The woman to the northeast (right next to this man) has take to just staring at him, glaring.
(Woman to the east.) "I'm not going to go home until 3pm. By then my daughter should be asleep."
Her Morning Elegance
Isn' that, well, lovely?
(I am it a particularly bright and chipper mood this morning. I am also loving that the woman next to me at the coffeeshop told someone on the phone that she needed to get back to work and then proceed to write her "25 Random Things" Facebook post.)
(via Neatorama)
Good Morning. Here's a baby dancing to the banjo.
This is pretty much how I picture my perfect family. (Yes, I still have a thing for women who play string instruments).
Oh hell. For those you don't like babies or the banjo... hungry kittens.
(via Arbroath)
Wednesday, February 4
SpaceSick (bump)
Evil Grimace
I was just lamenting the lack of finding anything really cool on the internets today. But the previous post led me to SpaceSick's flickr photostream. I picked this image almost at random out of the plethora of awesomeness. (Also Grimace as a dripping penis which makes me giggle because I am 7.) Go check it out.
Also SpaceSick agrees that 1985 was one of the best movie years ever.
Movies as Retro Books
Just two of many movies done as book covers. All of them are awesome (especially which movies SpaceSick chose to do.(via Neatorama)
Robots! Robots! Robots! (and Ray Guns!)
I think it is fair to say a like robots. Really, who doesn't like robots? Okay, Sarah Connor. And the bartender in Star Wars: A New Hope. And anyone who has lost their job to a robot. And the people hunting down Johhny 5. But everyone else loves robots.Drak Roasted Blend has a great collection of robot sculpture and the like. (And click here for an early DRB collection with a lot a 'bots.) The above are by Mike Rivamonte.
(via Dark Roasted Blend via Neatorama)
(via Dark Roasted Blend via Neatorama)
Tuesday, February 3
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