116 words of the original 16th century Lipsum plus 384 additional words,
carefully chosen from Cicero’s very own “De Finibus”, bonded by superior scripting and utmost linguistic accuracy guarantee for the web’s most random …ah, randomness - 500 times sheer bliss for the typographically inclined. Ipso facto.
Heaven, I’m in Heaven
And my heart beats so
That I can hardly speak….
Terry Bisson: Meat play
Voice One: “You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They
talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting
air through their meat.”Voice Two: “Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much.
St. Ubaldo Day, Jessup, Pennsylvania
It’s St. Ubaldo Day, today!
But I bet you already knew that….
UPDATE: see June 01 for a brief recap and photos.
Surely you’ve heard songs that contain short movie quote clips (often at the beginning of the track). Well, what’s worse than hearing such a clip and thinking to yourself, “I know I’ve heard it before, but what’s that from?!” Or maybe you have no idea what movie it’s from, but you would like to know.
Submit a clip for others to identify; or identify a clip others have submitted. Hmmmm….
At long last, Space Mantra is available on CD.
In effects, it is ago of some time what it has been spread the news of the discovery of a twelfth component of our planetary system but him elaborate scientific they remain still in possession of the NASA (Official Corporate body of the United States) therefore to we can found only today on the information that originate from the Sumeris and accordingly, from the translations of the dott. Sitghin and therefore, we hold good the 3600 year-old indication (according to our temporal method) the period of rotation of the planet around the Sun that is of only 360 days for the earth.
From this only element he/she is deduced that his/her orbit is very lengthened and the external extremity or, that opposite to the Perielio reaches an elevated depth in the Cosmic Space.
It is probable, but shown not but this planet can draw near not few to some external planet of a star of the Constellation of Orion if not straight to act from �Planet Shuttle� between our system and another similar.
Erm, no—I have no idea what is going on, here.
Mr. Idle has a wonderful little ditty dedicated to the FCC.
TheStar.com: No sketch please, we’re British
No sketching British items at a Toronto museum. But notes are allowed. Just no sketches, please. Thank you, move along.
Wikipedia: Situationist(s)
This has been floating around for…months?…in my bookmarks list for no known reason. It’s a good overview of stuff you didn’t know you should know, and has lots of links to other articles. Including the Lettrists. Ah.
brainsluice: nasa fakes moon landing!
The VISUAL PROOF that NASA DOESN’T WANT YOU TO SEE!!!
Found on stealth tribe. But you didn’t hear it from me.
Wild Mushrooms: Embrace
(poem.)
The News Dissector’s Daily Blog for May 25:
As Dan Kennedy noted: � It took what seemed like forever tonight for George W. Bush to get around to Abu Ghraib. And when he did, it was to blame it all on the troops�� And then mispronounce the name of the prison three different ways.
Hee-hee-hee. I caught a clip on the radio this morning–two ways in the same sentence. ::snort::
Thank goodness that I’m perfect.
UPDATE 05.26.04: a Reuters story has more details–including transliterations!
UPDATE 06.25.04: Real(ugh)Media clip from Jon Stweart’s Daily Show, entitled LBJ never referred to the “Tit Offensive.”.
Bleauggghhh!!!
I swallowed a bug!
Well, at least it wasn’t a cicada.
IRAQ TODAY: Iraqis massacre British MPs
…on the football field.
Er, sorry about that, fellow-Americans–soccer field.
WTF, Andy? What’s the background on this?!?! AAAArgh! I have no idea what is going on: some sort of warped Philipino artsy christmas stuff.
I want more.
And I want to go home and make stuff now.
Whadda ya know. I still have a Gmail invite left over.
Any offers?
UPDATE 05.24.04: Some people have been asking what they should offer me. Doesn’t work that way. You make an offer and see what happens. My first invite netted me a Cadbury’s Creme egg shipped directly from Britain. One person has offered me his (?) resultant two Gmail invites; another has offered to make me life. I like the insousiance of the latter, remain doubtful over the mechanics of the former. Dance, people, and see if I’ll dance with you….
