Friday, August 25, 2006

 

Still more Rollergirls names

Tornado Ali
Skirt Racer
Def Jammer
Ann Blue Lancechaser
Ideaologjam
Dee Liverins
Hellion Wheels
Sandra Day Neoconner
Bruise Cruise
Delta Bruise
Gurlilla
Margaret Thrasher
Annie Thracks
Bullette
Jen Tonic
Lye Scentus
Bubonic Supersonic

For guys--you know, refs and stuff:

Carb Uncle (really one of my favorites, but I ever since smallpox and anthrax ceased to be the big problems they were in Early Modern Europe, no one much thinks about carbuncles anymore)
Commander in Briefs
Yankee Dude
Power Sergei
Zorba Faster (again, not funny to those who haven't listened to Dr Zorba Paster on public radio)
The Reverending Story
Sergey Brinstone (the last explanation, I swear, for those who haven't been fascinated by the Google cultural juggernaut)

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

 

More potential roller derby names

Shematoma
Tina Jangst
CoFetish
Breast to Kill
Mother Superior Fucker
Boob Tube Top
Booby Trap
The Clap
Bloody Holly
Gail Bait
Handsome Gretel
Eve L. Empire

Monday, August 21, 2006

 

Use for the Batcape #18

"...the Phantom, for example, keeps swishing his cloak to one side at random intervals, like Batman getting rid of a bad smell."

http://www.newyorker.com/critics/cinema/?050103crci_cinema

Brought to my attention by my running partner, Kristee, this nearly caused me to bust a gut at mile fourteen this past Saturday.

Friday, August 18, 2006

 

From Gavin

From Gavin's rarely-updated blog, the "bad ideas" section:

http://www.mcnett.org/gavin/

COMIC BOOK:
Like one of those '70s DC titles with the scary stuff -- 'Weird War Tales,' 'Creepy Sea Stories,' or what-have you. Tales of the Haunted Toilet will always end with something unspeakable happening in the smallest room of the house. ("Ah yes, Heh heh. I have committed the perfect murder. ...My, what a heavy dinner last night. I think I'll sit down and take care of some 'personal business.' Yes. Heh heh..." RAAAH! Aieee!) Or maybe not always 'end' -- there might be mysteries where the clues are assembled by a team of Van Helsings with plungers.

Because you see, no matter how you run and hide, there's no escaping nature's call. Picture a fugitive, mincing woodenly from one town to the next, desperately avoiding the justice that awaits behind the door with the towel rack on it.

PROBLEM: I laugh and laugh, but I know I'm only laughing at the notion of myself reading such a comic as a child and being scared by it.

[I snorted twice while looking at this. Three super funny things:

1) An evil genius murderer moving seamlessly from his moustache-twirling machinations to I-think-I'll-poop, yes, heh heh.

2) An army of Van Helsings bearing plungers

3) A bad guy, thin and hook-nosed with pitted sallow skin, tootling on his heels across the countryside, "desperately avoiding the justice that awaits behind the door with the towel rack on it."]

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

 

Yipfung Doorslam

An actual person's name that couldn't have been anglicized quite right.

I know I shouldn't laugh--I try never to laugh at things that aren't a result of a decision somewhere along the line--but this one is a real challenge.

Monday, August 14, 2006

 

Ftotw contenders: Charm City Rollergirls names

http://www.charmcityrollergirls.com/teams/


Sunday, August 06, 2006

 

Panera? I barely know her!

A couple weekends ago at Panera I chatted for a time with an elderly woman while both of us waited in line; we disagreed about something, I think it was the general state of the public's will to inform itself and its appetite for information. She insisted that people don't read and suffer for it, whereas I'm of the opinion that in general people do read, but it's most often not in the form of newspapers. It's TV and web stuff and magazines and perhaps novels, and I'm not convinced that people suffer for it; they just aren't looking for the same thing that she is out of her reading.

And I think that a valid argument can be made for the narrative element of television shows, that if folks are willing to couch themselves in plots and narratives in the shows the like, such as CSI or whatever other dramas have plots, that this kind of immersion could be as beneficial to the imagination as traditional reading, the kind that is so popular to lament, now having supposedly died its long death.

And this woman was well-known and respected in the Panera. The employees and other patrons knew her, and being familiar here was very important to her.

I'm thinking that if she can get such satisfaction and pleasure out of regular visits to Panera, the horrible big box bakery that takes up in strip malls and advertises nationally, then it could very well be possible that the more common forms of media, like magazines and websites and television, can be as satisfying as the traditional ones, like novels and serious newspapers and The Economist and presidential addresses, or whatever else might fit into this category.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

 

Stop That Metaphor!

I had an exchange of several instant messages with a colleague yesterday, and though I was certain of the project when I we started talking, my certainty swayed and staggered afterward, warranting a few more confusing exchanges I'm not sure if it was she or I who was running the dance steps into the mirror, but it takes two to tango, and we both slammed our noses on the glass. Least that's what it felt like. I'd make further reference to birds running into windows, but I really shouldn't throw the first stone into the glass house before I remove the speck from my neighbor's eye

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