This is the only game due out next year that I really care about. I just wish they’d called it Soulsborne Samurai. But I guess I’m not in marketing for a good reason.
Movies Orson Welles should have been in. The Black Hole. Repo Man. Meatballs. From September 6, 2011.
Slept all afternoon and skipped lunch, then had a pizza delivered and ate half of it. So now I’m feeling like
Bombarded with spam calls from “Windows Support” all day today. They’re so determined to put malware on my computer that they left three poorly-worded voicemails. The last time this happened, I told the guy I hadn’t owned a Microsoft product in fifteen years, just to see what his response would be. He couldn’t go…
Whip Talk host Zachary has a run-in with some neighborhood teenagers.
Van Morrison with The Band, 1976. The Last Waltz performance, on raw video with no cuts.
I told you it was gonna get weird.
“He doesn’t inspire this kind of music.”
Anybody else having problems replying to comments today? I’ve noticed that in a number of cases if I try to reply to someone else’s reply via Dashboard (i.e., after looking at notifications), the reply button is inert. But if I click reply on a comment in a story — i.e., as if replying to a comment that wasn’t…
By god I messed up my right ankle something bad the other day. So if you see some weird shit from me over the next couple of days, it’s probably just the pain meds. La la la.
“Well—that paper wasn’t a photograph of any background, after all. What it shewed was simply the monstrous being he was painting on that awful canvas. It was the model he was using—and its background was merely the wall of the cellar studio in minute detail. But by God, Eliot, it was a photograph from life.”
So many different people to be.
Oh there’s a signpost in heaven, in the firmament blue
You can run to the wastelands, but it points straight at you
I’ve got a bank vault in heaven, what joy will it bring
All you Punches and Judys, I’ll be pulling your strings
My Maggie, she’s a bright thing. She talks in couplets, she steers by lightning.
Wilco w/new best friend.
Roy Harper (as in Hats Off To), Stormcock (1971). “Well you can lead a horse to water, but you’re never gonna make him drink, and you can lead a man to slaughter, but you’re never gonna make him think.”
“And when my head’s cut off and I’m lying on the plate, I’m gonna grin and tell myself, ‘It’s been a lovely wait.’” John and Beverley Martyn, Stormbringer! (1970).
Linda on vocals. Didn’t want to end on a down note. (Their marriage did, tho.)
The end of the rainbow. “The pale-faced lady, she said to me: ‘I’ll watch you with my one green eye. I’ll hurt you ‘til you need me.’”