The reason that Chet can't pinpoint the moment his mother sealed her lips is because he was a self-absorbed little rodent in those days.Link Discuss
Not a cute freckled hellion. A miserable little shit who played hide-and-seek with the other miserable little shits in the bat-house, but played it violently, hide-and-seek-and-break-and-enter, hide-and-seek-and-smash-and-grab. The lot of them are amorphous, indistinguishable from each other in his memory, all that remains of all those clever little brats is the lingering impression of loud, boasting voices and sharp little teeth.
The Amazing Robotron was a fool in little Chet's eyes, an easy-to-bullshit, ineffectual lump whose company Chet had to endure for a mandatory hour every other day.
"Chet, you seem distr-acted to-day," The Amazing Robotron said in his artificial voice.
"Yah. You know. Worried about, uh, the future." Distracted by Debbie Carr's purse, filched while she sat in the sixty-eighth floor courtyard, talking with her stupid girlie friends. Debbie was the first girl from the gang to get tits, and now she didn't want to hang out with them anymore, and her purse was stashed underneath the base of a hollow planter outside The Amazing Robotron's apt, and maybe he could sneak it out under his shirt and find a place to dump it and sort through its contents after the session.
"What is it about the fu-ture that wo-rries you?" The Amazing Robotron was as unreadable as a pinball machine, something he resembled. Underneath, he was a collection of whip-like tentacles with a knot of sensory organs in the middle.
Now, satire is another thing altogether. A satire is a humorous work that uses one thing to make fun of something else, like Weird Al Yankovic's "Like a Surgeon." Weird Al has a bone to pick with the medical profession, not Madonna, so using her copyrighted "Like a Virgin" without her permission is an infringement. Think of it like this: Madonna isn't responsible for the excesses of the medical establishment; why should the fruit of her labor be used in a ridiculing manner without her permission?
It's amazing how many people just! don't! get! this! Once you've got the distinction, it's pretty easy to grasp. Here's a perfect example: The EFF has just released an high-larious Flash video of "Tinseltown Club," a parodical musical animation that uses the Mickey Mouse Club themesong to draw attention to Disney's involvement with the Hollings Bill, which will put Hollyweird's technophobic studio heads in charge of all new technology. This is a parody (we actually had to go back to the drawing board once or twice and make this more like Disney's own song and iconography, otherwise, the parodical link wouldn't be clear enough).
And it's fab. Got a Gnutella node or a Kazaa server? Put it up -- the more, the merrier. In an age where everyone is terrified that if they utter the True Name of some big company's invention that they'll be sued into smoking rubble, it's way-refreshing to be able to shout the copyrighted words-of-power joyously and freely. Link Discuss (Thanks, Ren!)
I don't read other science fiction. I don't read any at all. I haven't been to a movie since somebody gave me free tickets to Star Wars, which I went to. It's just I have an utter revulsion to being part of an audience. Sitting there in an audience and everybody sniffling at once and everybody laughing at once. Everybody's valves being turned on at the same time. I just feel like I'm going to some mass prostitution. I feel soiled sitting in an audience.Link Discuss (Thanks, Stefan!)
I do read books. I suppose it's more or less the same thing, but at least I'm alone and I'm an individual. I can stop anytime I want, which I frequently do. But I just despise mass media. As I say, I never ever look at science fiction. I don't even know what's going on. I know [Robert] Silverberg, of course, but I haven't read any of his stuff. And Poul Anderson, who was a dear friend of mine, I read one of his stories once because he happened to be in a little book produced by Ballantine. There were four stories in it. One was by me. But essentially the book was Poul's and mine, and Poul had a very good story in there. It dealt with some mermaids and his command of the underwater life was beautiful to me.
"We were trying to take moves that people would do in clubs — like pogo and skank — and put them into our workout, as well as having it be effective and actually have the heart rate go up, have this be a workout," said Punk Rock Aerobics co-founder Hilken Mancini, who is also a singer and guitarist for Boston's Fuzzy. "So it's sort of this fine line between choreography and chaos."Link Discuss (via New World Disorder)
"That's where science, the marketplace, and patients are caught in a bind," Dr. Kessler said. "This is a pretty heavy-duty exam that seems to have sort of escaped into the marketplace. We have a technology that's gotten caught in the gaps between the scientific agencies, the regulatory agencies, and the payers who pay for health care of all sorts. The fair evaluation of these procedures is no one's province. That's the gap here."Link Discuss (Thanks, Steve!)
I am the very model of a Newsgroup personality.Link Discuss
I intersperse obscenity with tedious banality.
Addresses I have plenty of, both genuine and ghosted too, On all the
countless newsgroups that my drivel is cross-posted to. Your bandwidth I
will fritter with my whining and my snivelling, And you're the one who
pays the bill, downloading all my drivelling. My enemies are numerous,
and no-one would be blaming you For cracking my head open after I've
been rudely flaming you.