Sunday, 2010 October 17, 22:56 — cartoons

webcomics update

Nine Planets Without Intelligent Life came back to life in July, after 15 months dormant. That doesn’t happen every day!

Sunday, 2009 March 29, 23:29 — cartoons, prose, security theater

fun with paranoia

I’m reading Cory Doctorow’s novel Little Brother, which has been nominated for a Prometheus Award. In another tab I’m reading an autobiographical comic-strip by a boy of the same age as the novel’s narrator; switching between them is sometimes surreal.

Though he has lived in San Francisco, Doctorow makes occasional errors.

Even if you’ve never been to San Francisco, chances are you know what the Golden Gate looks like: it’s that big orange suspension bridge that swoops dramatically from the old military base called the Presidio to Sausalito, where all the cutesy wine-country towns are with their scented candle shops and art galleries.

Sausalito is indeed the nearest town north of the bridge, but it is only one of the cutesy towns in Marin County (which isn’t usually called part of “wine country”).

“He was going to take the BART over.”
“Don’t you know about the BART?”

Only a tourist says “the BART”.

“. . . But it used to be impossible to fly or go to the moon or get a hard-drive with more than a few kilobytes of storage. . . .”

Hm, given the narrator’s youth I guess I can believe he has the impression that the first HDs were so small.

… one of her favorite Brazilian tecno-brega bands, Carioca Proibidão — the forbidden guy from Rio.

That ‘ã’ looks out of place. Andre, shouldn’t it be –ido?

Mom’s a freelance relocation specialist who helps British people get settled in in San Francisco. The UK High Commission pays her . . . .

Most of the members of the (British) Commonwealth have the same head of state, so they don’t send each other Ambassadors; they have High Commissioners instead. Doctorow, being Canadian, may have forgotten that the UK has an embassy to the US.

Ocean Beach is way out past Golden Gate park, a stark cliff lined with expensive, doomed houses . . . .

The clifftop houses are at China Beach, further north. The area of Ocean Beach (where I lived, 1988–92) is mostly flat.

“Mr Governor” sounds alien. I never thought of that before: why do “President” and (usually) “Mayor” get the prefix, but not “Governor” or “Senator”?

Qaeda is misspelled Quaeda two times out of five.

Wednesday, 2009 March 18, 07:45 — cartoons, me!me!me!, neep-neep

Wednesday filler

meme goes meta

When I decided I wanted a domain, about ten years ago, .nu was the cheapest registry. It’s now €60 to renew for two years; I suspect I can do better than that. So don’t be surprised if my address changes on March 28.

Friday, 2008 October 31, 11:02 — cartoons, politics

how about them links, eh?

I laughed aloud.

Stefan Molyneux on voting

No one could have predicted the housing bubble pop, right?

Wednesday, 2008 May 28, 00:04 — cartoons

link salad

The latest fire in the Santa Cruz Mountains recalls an idea of mine: import ice boulders from Saturn’s rings, put them in Earth orbit, and drop them on fires as needed. Is that crazy?

Misc links: a somewhat nerdy pun; a summary of Lost

Sunday, 2008 March 30, 17:03 — cartoons, neep-neep

link repellent

I wonder whether anyone keeps track of how many times PVP has restructured its archives making old links invalid.

Saturday, 2008 February 9, 00:39 — cartoons

privateers in spaaace

Crimson Dark is a space adventure strip, with occasional allusions to Firefly so it can’t be all bad. It’s mostly rendered in Cinema 4D, with details like clothing added by hand. Dude’s insane.

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