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Someone had left a flyer on the door, a sheet of copy paper printed entirely in Courier I just had to scan and save. I found a transcript here, fourth post down, from Mike. Funny thing is, all the comments in his advertisement, except from “Einstein’s ghost”, are attributed to a variation of author Michael L. McCloskey, whose description of his self-published work sounds more like a screed against his employers than a science fiction tour de force to rival L. Ron’s. At least he had fun at Knott’s Berry Farm while writing it.

This “review” gave me a good chuckle, when I got over my astonishment that a present-day thirteen-year-old could write so well: “I mistook the metal/normal switch on the Walkman for a genre-specific equaliser, but later I discovered that it was in fact used to switch between two different types of cassette.”

My first Sony was a more modern job (by then they’d reduced the size to little more than the cassette itself, while retaining the all-important metal switch) I picked up in Japan for about the same price as my 3G iPod and iPhone, but I did have a similarly-described Akai before it. Whatever its deficiencies and the amazing strides made in technology since, I’ll always have that singular transcendent moment afforded me by the Human League’s techno-bombast on the long walk between arcades at Memorial City Mall.

You don’t have to live in NYC to bitch about movie ticket prices; Memorial Day we walked away from an $11.75 non-matinee fare—and that was with the intent to theater-hop. Nowadays only Costco’s 2-fer-$14.99 certificates (which, incidentally, are not good in Manhattan) make me not regret waiting and just buying the DVD. Almost.

I lost interest in Wall-E after the first fifteen or twenty minutes, which were beautiful, mind you, but that didn’t happen during Up. Internet’s Green Lantern Nathan Fillion on Twitter: “Robot test #12: Go see Pixar’s UP. If your date doesn’t cry, robot.” My favorite scene was with the dogs playing poker. And recreating Star Wars, that was my favorite scene, too.

Abrams’ Trek …sorta suffered from the scheduling. Our butts were only gonna hold up for so long without the chiropractic. All of maybe ten people were with us, and who knows what they snuck in after. Felt like they spliced together the most action-packed scenes from the old films, and the rest was name-dropping. 60’s Uhura was way sexier. And seeing your world destroyed by a time-travelling menace can’t possibly mean that much when it’s such a series staple. After all, a mere farmer was able to cause this mess; why couldn’t someone else just as easily go back (or forward, whatever) and fix it? Arguably he wouldn’t even have to, since the villain’s from the future, anyway. Zip on over to present-day Romulus and prevent his grandparents from hooking up. I’m arguing this why?

30 Rock continues to delight. (That exact phrasing from an old post I linked to just this week.) Last night’s embarrassment for Liz mines my own history in a scary way.

Has effectively replaced The Office for my Thursday night laughs. The tide’s finally turned against capitalism and overcompensated management like Michael Scott to put an end his 15-year tenure (fortunately only a third televised), which, while not the least bit funny, was well enough performed by Mr. Carrell. Quitting was his last act of incompetence, and this coming from someone who would know.

—Feet on beach.

—Teeth in wallet.

—Skull (Dalek’s) in pond.

—Porn among White trash:

Eight of the top 10 pornography consuming states gave their electoral votes to John McCain in last year’s presidential election […] While six out of the lowest 10 favoured Barack Obama.

Chris and I were discussing this site (where, on the second page, there’s a burger remarkably described as “five-thirds of a pound”) and only I remembered a Jack Kirby comic from our youth where one of Captain America’s vile foes killed a starved prisoner by treating him to a fabulous meal.

…unless I bump my “IMAGES” one again, which’ll make it one less. No wait, that was last updated in December. And since I tire of restricting entries to single topics, here’s the month-end wrap-up:

Cartoon Network’s The Brave and the Bold, which doesn’t make me forgive them for cancelling Justice League, but almost does, as long as they keep ’em coming with scenes like last night’s “Brain vs. brawn” that must have been inspired by Doom Patrol’s; beats Battlestar Galactica’s season-filling politics, that’s for sure
Two months into my fitness program, I’m 13,782 calories behind and my Nike+ sensor just died
That awesome giant shoe (really, Reuters, an “Oddly Enough”?), like something out of Monty Python or Hitchhiker’s Guide, went up then came down, quickly dashing the chicken hawks’ predictions of monuments to Bush in Iraq
Grant Morrison’s crisis is finalized; Batman may be the shit, but Superman is God. Again
Fuck the $100 wireless adapter, I got sharing to work, and the Xbox 360 lives again—well, for as long as people supply me with codes for free months of Live
윤대섭 is a septuagenarian today