Daily VIew. 10/18

Well, I had a whole mess o' links to post and, through the wonders of technology, they have disappeared. I guess it says something about both my memory and the quality of this blog that I can't remember what a single one of them involved.. or where they came from. Sigh.

• This is the best thing I've seen in a long ass time. They locked some poor bastard in a room for 24 hours with just Starship's 'We Built This City' on repeat. Brilliant. Marconi plays the mamba, muthafuckahs.


• Sting, WTF. I knew about the luteness. I did not know about some crappy TV show with Matthew Perry and poor Sarah Paulson (I like her, but she makes bad choices and is Amanda Peet's Naomi Watts... well, wait, that's saying that Naomi Watts is talented, which she is not, and that Amanda Peet is Nicole Kidman, which she definitely is not. Ok, forget that whole thing. But seriously, where Amanda Peet goes, Sarah Paulson follows. Since Jack and Jill way back on the WB. I wonder if they ever secretly hang with Jaime Pressley... or that tool Ivan Sergei).


• Will Kane has Ennio Morricone mp3s up—get 'em while you can.


• Scrabble pillows. I dig.


• Gotta love Kottke's brief but valid review of that mess that was the Narnia movie.


• Aspiring screenwriter has some funny as hell pitches. What IF the internet became a werewolf?? (Ok, truth, I haven't actually read them all, but just that one alone is making me post it in the hopes that they'll be worth reading later.)


• Hm, and when the human species divides, where will you be?


• Very creepy cool paper dolls from artist Amy Earles.


• Oh, that horrid Google. No, not that one... the other one.


• Agatha Christie and Stephen Fry may have gone into fugue states. I'm totally intrigued. Explains a bit about Fry. I still love him though. I can't believe he hasn't managed an in on the Harry Potter films though. Ah, wait, I knew he'd come through. His IMDB profile reveals that narrates the video games (better than nothing, I guess).


• The stank of kimchi breath was the first thing I thought of when I saw the headline, actually. That shit is foul. If someone brought that onto my spaceship I would whup some ass and let them get sucked out into the void. You think I'm kidding.


• Ok, I'm probably never getting married, but if I do, this whole sneak into the Met and get married idea is kind of cool. I like the stealth exhibitionist factor and the stupidity of it all. Actually, I'd go to the NY Public Library. For the Ghostbusters association alone. Haha, see, this is why I'm probably never getting married—who'd have my crazy self? Haha.


• Creepy yet probably functional baby toy: let a pair of muppet hands cradle your unsuspecting infant. Jaysus.


• Clearly I am overworked and slightly insane but lately the Gilded Moose has been cracking me up. Some recent gems:
  Madonna's Adoption Now Personified in Simple, Easy to Understand Video Form
  God Reveals Himself to Nicole Kidman
  Architecture Review at John Travolta's, which includes the true statement "Having a plane that you can drive up to your front door is seriously the ghettoist shit we've ever seen."

Oh, and I recovered from the stomach flu and am feeling better, thanks for asking.