Title heartlessly stolen from a commenter on Gawker. Picture heartlessly stolen from Curbed, which is where Gawker stole it from.
All the best thieves leave pingbacks, you know.
In its own way, this is perfect today: on the way home from the library I passed an electric skateboard, an electric Razor scooter, and an electric bicycle. And here’s me, pirating an extension cord fulla volts to power the compy, blogging by the light of two coal oil lamps. But I can park my rollerblades anywhere.
from Raj, who probably had no idea I’d load it on Youtube. But there ya go; live and learn (to cross me off your forward lists).
Canadian Rock: Bigger! Harder! Boozier!
Here’s a report from the GalleyCat blog on MediaBistro, of all places, on what Alan Moore’s up to now. This should be good for what we in the biz call “coverage.” Wide coverage.
Peter Pan Heirs Protest Wendy’s Porn Comic
Moore’s latest project, Lost Girls: a “porno-graphic” novel in which Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz meets Alice from Alice in Wonderland and Wendy from Peter Pan, and (as near as I can make out from the descriptions) they tell each other X-rated versions of their stories while having hot sex with each other.
Well, near as I can make out this is actually just a retread of Ellie Dee in the Land of Woz, which is an old comic book from the XXX Cherry Poptart comic juggernaut by Larry Welz, and which is still around here somewhere, no doubt under all the unpaid bills and piles of Vanity Fair back issues. That comic featured Cherry’s geeky friend Ellie falling through a wormhole in her laptop or somesuch and ending up in the land of Woz, ie Steve Wozniak, inventor of the Apple computer. The Wicked Witch of the West was a dominatrix and the Tin Man was a horny robot. Sorry, pix will have to wait. Strangely, it seems the Vancouver Public Library computers aren’t too terribly fond of such illustrations as I wish to lay on you. All better now.
The Times of London reports that Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children is saying permission must be sought to write about Wendy, and it doesn’t sound like they’re inclined to give it.
Moore is unmoved: “I don’t see that you can ban anything in this day and age,” he tells the Times.
There’s a quote for the ages. If his lawyers can successfully defend it, back up goes my Mentos and Diet Coke video, stat.
Mentos, Diet Coke, cascading fountains of pop fizz, children’s literature, and porn. That would be a video for the ages. At least, all of them over eighteen.
Memories of really crappy Seventies arts and crafts projects.
The Macrame Owl Gallery of Lovelies, from BoingBoing. Do I dare admit that I still have, and actually wore last year, a necklace with an orange model in this pattern? Lay off, everyone is entitled to get some use out of school projects they made back when "Down by the Lazy River" was number one.
Meanspirited, isolated, smartassed, underachieving, two-thirds robotic and one-third underemployed, the stars of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 are the Platonic ideal of Generation Xers.
Let's watch as they teach us how to sell Chevys door-to-door:
and possibly the most infamous clip of all, Mister B Natural.
Part One.
"Is that Liberace's mom?"
And Part Two.
"Oscar Wilde only wishes he was this gay."
