Category Archives: arts

squids in spaaace

Posted on Tuesday, 2003 February 18 by Anton

I’m reading Ken MacLeod’s Dark Light, the middle of a trilogy begun in Cosmonaut Keep and to conclude in Engine City. (I first re-read Keep; it was easier to follow the second time.) “Octopodia” as “the key insight,” how cheeky! … Continue reading →

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I hear Charlie Brown’s kite-eating tree is available

Posted on Monday, 2003 February 17 by Anton

Yet Another Film Parody. ARAGORN: You know what would have been really cool, though . . . EOWYN: What? ARAGORN: An army of flesh-eating trees to destroy the Orcs who are running away. AUDIENCE: Yeah, that would have been cool.

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The Parking Lot Was Full

Posted on Saturday, 2003 February 15 by Anton

Cartoon on the criminalization of life.

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the unflat necktie

Posted on Thursday, 2003 February 06 by Anton

Scott Adams writes: In a prior Newsletter, I said that Dilbert would “get lucky” if my Weasel book became a New York Times Best Seller. Sales immediately plummeted, in what will someday be hailed as the worst idea of the … Continue reading →

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calm down, professor

Posted on Friday, 2003 January 31 by Anton

Glenn Reynolds writes: NO ANTI-SEMITISM HERE. Publish that cartoon with an obviously Arab figure and you’d be charged with “hate speech.” I don’t see what the fuss is about. Is it Antisemitism to compare a Jew to a Greek god … Continue reading →

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nothing is sacred

Posted on Friday, 2003 January 31 by Anton

At The Five Dumbest Things on Wall Street This Week: Chrysler honors the memory of Bill Mauldin by kicking him in the teeth. (Link from the ubiquitous GHR.)

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doubly dactylic-ly

Posted on Wednesday, 2003 January 29 by Anton

I’ve just been looking over a meta-collection of verses in a peculiar form, and am inspired to compose one of my own: Poet, tragedian, William McGonagall sang to a bridge o’er the silvery Tay. “Quit not thy day job,” said … Continue reading →

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