Weblog and Playground of Gord FynesMan, I loves me the internet…
I bought my first Naked City recording, Torture Garden, and Nirvana’s Bleach (vinyl) on Valentine’s Day 1991, right before taking my then girlfriend to see Silence of the Lambs on its opening night. Funny why the relationship didn’t last.
(sorry about the non-validation for this post)
bq.
Behind every great woman is a man…staring at her ass.
It’s funny ‘cuz it’s true.
I can’t get enough of this Resonance FM program:
Weird, weird shit.
Just as I like it.
May the fourth be with you.
Not that we follow the Adbusters calendar around these parts, but we haven’t had the TV on since Sunday. The boy’s school is doing a Think Outside of the Box week, or some other slogan to that effect. Having a PVR, it really hasn’t made that big a difference, seeing as I’m used to settling in on a Friday evening to catch up on a week’s worth of The Daily Show, Colbert Report, Lost and the newly aired season three of Little Britain.
Oh, I should mention that, for him, “outside of the box” also includes the X-Box, computer and GameBoy. We’ve kinda turned it into “the box = screen time” mindset. Checking e-mail and (ahem) some websites are allowed for the moms and dads.
My show of solidarity was apparent this evening when the boy pointed out that his X-Box was still rigged up from the weekend, “which means the TV hasn’t been on all week!”
Of course, he didn’t notice the small pile of rentals from Queen Video or care to ask if my laptop has a DVD drive.
What!? They’re documentaries!
As mentioned in the current issue of Wired magazine, the videos collected over at MIT World. Get your Real Player updated, put on a fresh pot of coffee and unplug the phone. I just started watching the Steven Pinker farewell session, but decided to bail for the time being as it clocks in at over two hours.
Not this late on a Sunday evening.