By Fleeceman, on July 21st, 2010%
Super: (over black) The Conversation
EXT. DAY — STEARNS WHARF
Probably not mind-controlled, nor communing with dinosaurs, but most possibly nutty.
An overcast day, mostly still with just a hint of onshore breeze. The tide is high and a south swell buffets the pilings. The sound is like small marbles rolling along a glass-bottomed box. From nowhere, a . . . → Read More: The Conversation
By Fleeceman, on March 30th, 2010%
Separated at Birth?
While Obama and his many pens may have been a big fucking deal, scientists continue to blow their own minds by creating replica bones made from stem cells.
From the NY Times:
Tissue-engineered bones have many implications, according to a leading figure in the field, Dr. Charles A. Vacanti, director of the laboratories for tissue . . . → Read More: Obama’s Health Care
By Fleeceman, on July 2nd, 2009%
I’m not normally one to complain about other people’s loud music. I like my music loud too, and some tunes are simply meant to be played at ear-splitting volumes: Ozzy, Jane’s, Metallica, … Chris Isaac.
I do, however, hold a certain angry, intense contempt in my heart for static: and on that note, a stereo went off the . . . → Read More: Taser Laser
By Fleeceman, on April 22nd, 2009%
Separated at birth?
Tony Blair had entered the building.
For a week prior to the event, I kept thinking I’d be doing security for Tony Bennett, but no: the two are entirely different entities. The former was a diplomat with international connections, those connections continuing into his private life despite his having buddied up . . . → Read More: The French fry Thief
By Fleeceman, on September 24th, 2008%
The limited braintrust of Hollywood.
I was meandering around The New York Times online this morning, and after getting disgruntled over the $700 billion buyout of the idiots on Wall Street, I ended up looking at an interactive graph of movie revenue from 1986 to 2008, adjusted for inflation.
The layout is what the vagina of a . . . → Read More: Movies in Time