Niggaknow.com, via Gawker. Words fail me.
Let’s see the real reason why NiggaKnow is throwin all they support to CinemaNow and not MovieLink. First, since MovieLinks shit don’t work in no Firefox, we gotta fire up that Internet Explorer to open they bitch-made ass website, because those white motherfuckers is so crazed that they gonna make you throw more paper at that nigga Bill Gates. Here’s a shot of their bullshit ass homepage…
and so on…
From Amazon, via Slate, via Gawker. It’s already gone so meta it’s almost closed the circle.
And then the Rapture.
FYI the following was posted on the Amazon page for Thomas Pynchon‘s new book. It’s gone now, but thanks to right-thinking obsessive fans the text has been saved for posterity. And here it is:
“Spanning the period between the Chicago World’s Fair of 1893 and the years just after World War I, this novel moves from the labor troubles in Colorado to turn-of-the-century New York, to London and Gottingen, Venice and Vienna, the Balkans, Central Asia, Siberia at the time of the mysterious Tunguska Event, Mexico during the Revolution, postwar Paris, silent-era Hollywood, and one or two places not strictly speaking on the map at all.
With a worldwide disaster looming just a few years ahead, it is a time of unrestrained corporate greed, false religiosity, moronic fecklessness, and evil intent in high places. No reference to the present day is intended or should be inferred.The sizable cast of characters includes anarchists, balloonists, gamblers, corporate tycoons, drug enthusiasts, innocents and decadents, mathematicians, mad scientists, shamans, psychics, and stage magicians, spies, detectives, adventuresses, and hired guns. There are cameo appearances by Nikola Tesla, Bela Lugosi, and Groucho Marx.
As an era of certainty comes crashing down around their ears and an unpredictable future commences, these folks are mostly just trying to pursue their lives. Sometimes they manage to catch up; sometimes it’s their lives that pursue them.
Meanwhile, the author is up to his usual business. Characters stop what they’re doing to sing what are for the most part stupid songs. Strange sexual practices take place. Obscure languages are spoken, not always idiomatically. Contrary-to-the-fact occurrences occur. If it is not the world, it is what the world might be with a minor adjustment or two. According to some, this is one of the main purposes of fiction.
Let the reader decide, let the reader beware. Good luck.”
–Thomas Pynchon
thx tom ;)
A drunken Australian tourist, wandering the streets of our fair city (specifically The Drive) and suddenly going bladder-critical, decided that, rather than simply pee off the bridge to the railway lines 100 feet below like a thousand drunkards before him, he’d better climb up on top of the cagework surrounding the bridge and ascend a tree, presumably to pee therefrom onto the selfsame railway lines, now 200 feet below.
The cages went up a few years ago, after a fellow drunkard took a fatal dive off the bridge during … was it Greek Days or Caribbean Days? In any case, they are now holding their festivals farther north on The Drive, and prudently well away from anything bridge-like. But apparently, there is no deterring a drunken Aussie.
Emergency officials say the man broke at least one bone, but will be OK, as branches slowed his fall.
Vancouver fire department Capt. Rick Matsen says it was obvious the man had been drinking until just moments before his fall.
“Well, it just so happens he had a beer with him when he was brought up,” he said.
“Still in his hands?” asked a reporter.
“Still in his hands, yup. He held on to it pretty tight, I’m thinking,” said Matsen.
Thanks to Fark for that one.
The real story‘s far less interesting, which is sad because I wasted a half-hour of my life I’ll never see again gathering up all my bottles to take back for the deposit. I have almost enough.
All asides and italics here are from the original article.
(Quick aside: How creepy is the guy in the pic? And the girl looks a little too happy to be a in a gym setting.)
There’s a new fitness machine causing a stir in England, thanks in part to Madonna. The Power
Plate is a workout machine that consists of a vibrating platform you stand on and do light stretches and squats for 15 minutes, three times a week. Apparently there is something in the added vibration that stimulates the muscles and causes them to tire faster than a traditional workout, a chain reaction that Madonna claims causes her physique to remain toned. (Doesn’t she work out 8 hours a day? –Editors)
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