Drop everything you’re doing and head over to BravoTV.com, to watch the new vlog devoted to Kathy Griffin, pop culture, and BEYOND, featuring Jen! You’ll laugh till you puke, and also be ever-so-slightly weirded out!
The more I hear about Taser International, Inc. and their product, the angrier I become. For those of you who haven’t heard about the UCLA computer lab Taser incident, you can read about it here and watch a real-life video of it here. Now get the real dirt on the cigarette-company-like antics of Taser International in this article. I don’t deny that weapons are necessary in certain situations, and I’m not arguing that there is no responsible way to use a Taser. But the fact that Taser International refuses to admit that there is an irresponsible way to use their product, or that abuses have occurred, or that their own deceptive advertising makes them partially responsible, is just stunning and infuriating. Let’s generate some negative publicity, people, and show this company what’s up.
[CAUTION: The links in this post are not necessarily 'safe' for all readers. Exercise caution, and don't complain to me if you're offended.]
I recently learned about British “graffiti artist” Banksy, and have spent the last half-hour perusing his website. Of special interest are his manifesto (a wrenching account of how lipstick brought a little humanity to the survivors of a concentration camp); a list of newspaper cuttings that mention his work; and a series of subversive graffiti he has stenciled and painted on walls all over the world.
The artist’s most recent campaign poked fun at the Queen of Superfluity herself, Paris Hilton, and her superfluous new album, ‘Paris.’ Banksy created 500 bogus copies of the CD, complete with annotated, redesigned liner notes (which feature, variously, Hilton’s head attached to a Barbie-doll body, Hilton’s body attached to her pet Chihuahua’s head, new, bare Photoshopped boobs, etc.) and new tracks featuring Hilton’s actual voice (mostly inane snippets from her inane reality show “The Simple Life”) played over a pumping electronic backbeat. He then smuggled the ringer CDs onto the shelves of 42 different music stores across Great Britain and waited for the fun to begin. (You can watch his video record of the deed on YouTube.com.)
Towleroad.com has an in-depth article on the spoof, complete with photos of the improved liner notes. [Thanks to towleroad.com for the scoop, and the introduction to Banksy!]
My summer was overshadowed by my qualifying exams. Even when I wasn’t studying, the thought of those two horrendous tests was still in the back of my mind, sucking all the fun out of my procrastinating. Now that both exams are over, even if I ended up not doing very well (and there’s no reason why I should have done well, what with all the procrastinating I did), at least they’re over and I have twenty-four hours that are mine, free and clear, before I have to go to work tomorrow and start classes on Thursday. So of course I am watching that epitome of Euro-popcorn flicks, The Transporter, with the incredibly hot Jason Statham at the wheel.
Check out the Scissor Sisters‘ giga-mondo-fab new publicity shot! Remember, their new album, Ta-Dah, is due out in September, so start hyperventilating now!!
I hardly ever say this, but... the movie was better. Mostly because of all the things it left out, all the things it didn't try to explain. Still good. Just not *as* good.
Really quite excellent. I had heard about a great deal of the research, the case studies and the examples before, but Vedantam ties it all together engagingly, clearly and incisively. I'm not qualified to judge the research this book is based on, or even the conclusions the author draws from that...
The series has gotten better with each book, but this is finally the installment that I felt tipped it over into four-star territory. Barely. But four stars even so. Sure, I rolled my eyes when the sixteen-year-old characters talked about their Twoo, Twoo Wuv, and there was plenty of other...
Possibly my favorite Neil Gaiman book to date. Gaiman has a marvelous way of hinting at so many things without vulgarly spelling them out. Half the fun was reading between the lines. A must-re-read.