Homestar Runner at SXSW:
Thanks to the good people at Rocket Boom, my long search for the footage of Homestar Runner at South by Southwest is over. And now everyone will know what I mean when I say "Greetings Boston!" in a tardo-sort-of voice.
Natural Born Sucker:
So it appears as though the Yahoo-buys-Metroblogging-buys-SFist was an April Fools hoax. And I fell for it.
One born every minute and all that.
What’s good for Margaret Atwood:
Is good enough for my friend Wendy. She’s got a book coming out in a few months and has taken it upon herself to invent a robot to do her signings. F*ckin hilairous.
Going Deep:
Just in case you though shellfish were kinda naughty too…(via booboolina)
Politicos in the Distance:
One final note about BEA: Apparently the conference is so huge that you can be on the floor for 6 hours and miss just about everything exciting that happens. Where was I when this sh*t went down (via Travelin Dave)?
Woof!
Too bad The Puppy Channel didn’t make it (warning: intrusive audio. Do not try at work). 24 hours of puppies gamboling probably would have been better than most of what is on T.V. (via This American Life).
Homer = Krusty = Grandpa
If you saw the cast of the Simpsons on Inside the Actors Studio, I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did. Often I think James Lipton is a tool, throwing over the reputation and history of the Actors Studio, for more fame-friendly guests (I mean, really, do we need drill down into the careers of Ben Affleck? Or Drew Barrymore?). In this case, his fawning smug interview style worked beautifully. For like ten minutes, he fired questions at each of the six cast members for them to asnwer in their character’s voices. And because these are immensely talented performers and not simply voices-for-hire, their answers were hilarious.
Why didn’t Lipton give them two hours like he did for Spielberg? I would have watched for nine.
Last Minute X-Mas Idea:
Everyday Icons: Devotional candles to for workaday malaise. Don’t go to hell without ’em.
Dated and Loving it:
So our “Different Decade” Pre-Halloween party was a blast, a houseful of wonderfully tacky costumes worn by a fabulous group of folk (Wendy, Jane, Bryan, Maggie, Lane & Courtney and Apollo to name but a few). Susan was gussied up as Dorothy Parker. I was a pirate.
You didn’t hear it from me but Evan Williams (yes, that Evan Williams, Mr. Blogger) is a dancin’ fool. He was dressed as either Starsky or Hutch (WARNING: Link is noisy). Probably both.
Someone has pictures of this event, right? Please let me know.
The Second Coming of Satan:
The Encyclopedia Satanica is an “unofficial” sequel to writer Ambrose Bierce’s 1911 classic The Devil’s Dictionary, a collection of forked tongue-in-cheeck definitions of common words. Example…
Happiness, n. An agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.
A guy named Matt Schutt has put this thing together, two definitions per letter of the alphabet, with an essay following each. I give the dude credit. He’s got a fleet-footed sense of humor and a lot more ambition than me.