ALL QUIET ON THE NORTHWESTERN FRONT

The nerds are all at their big annual nerdcon, Milo is ferverently praying, probably for a massive disaster to wipe San Diego from the face of this fallen Earth, and I'm watching a cheapo Good Times documentary about the Little Rascals. I should tell my Spanky McFarland story here, but I want to get this stupid blog thing done for today. Here, links:

Illustrator Supreme Jeff Parker is audioblogging from the big Comicon. My favorite entry of the five so far is the one where he talks about a mattress blocking on of the lanes of the 405 and screwing up traffic -- it's funny because it's true! -- but each audioblog entry has something to make it worth your while to download and listen to, and it's always fun to chart the downward spiral of someone who expected the worst at the outset who then experiences the slow rolling hell of those fears being realized before his eyes. Hee hee hee!

I really should look into what you need to audioblog, since typing is a pain in my enormous ass. I hope I won't have to say "Post" in a low, dorky voice at the end of a message to post it, since my vocal cords are too long and mighty to accommodate your silly monkey grunts.

Via Warren Ellis: Reason #1563459 for Why Apple Computers Are The Finest Machines Ever Made ... for Morons With Way Too Much Money. I forget if I shared reason #1563458 with you folks or not; if I didn't, here it is.

Now, I'm sure that the hype about Apple being computer ichiban number one was true once upon a time, in the same way the the Volkswagen Bug was once the best car money could buy. Now, not even the tourists will buy that horseshit and Apple's cachet is fading fast. That it's not gone entirely is mostly due to the fact that hipsters don't comparison shop.

Milos pointed out how one of my main hobbies is people-watching, yet none of that comes through in my blogging. So I think I'll regularly post a link to a stranger's online journal that I find fascinating -- hopefully this will be a charming, Amelie-like thing, not a creepy, Travis Bickle thing. Here's my current favorite, since the music changes so often, but is always rather catchy. The blog itself makes me wish I could remember what I was like at 21.

And finally, I have not now, nor have I ever fucked a building. And if I had, I would've done a lot better than two bland crackerboxes on the shitty tip of Manhattan. No, if I was gonna make love to a skyscraper, it would be the Chrysler Building. Such soft and graceful lines, such a romantic view in every direction, such lovely granite ......... Where was I? Ah yes, you meat twigs really can't help but project your little perversions onto everything in sight, can you? Just because your species needed to invent the inflatable fuck doll doesn't mean the rest of us are so hard up that we'll bang inanimate objects.