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just a coupla fat guys who keep tryin to go ice skatin at the same time
Wednesday, 1 October 2008 11:04 amBleah. Naturally I ordered the Iron Man DVD the microsecond it came out, and spent Saturday evening introducing the sadly deprived Evil Landlord to it, in callous defiance of his need to play Crysis. But I was swizzed, I was: the pic on Take2 was of a normal box, and the bloody thing arrived with the DVDs housed in a tacky plastic Iron Man mask facsimile which is an active and below-the-belt insult to the shining beauty of the actual Iron Man suit. I'm all outraged. On the upside, the movie's just as much fun the third time, plus added bonus ability to stop and rewind so you can hear all the nifty bits of dialogue that RDJ swallows.
Today's subject line courtesy of the wonderful Fafblog: it seemed appropriate to my linkery for the day, which is all angsty and global-warmingy and stuff. For a start, methane. Specifically, the methane that's bubbling up from beneath the melting ice cap, with the potential to suddenly and massively increase global warming. I always did believe in trigger events that are going to make things catastrophically fall apart on the turn, and this seems a likely candidate. I also like Warren Ellis's take on the situation: "it appears that we’re all going to die from the escape of monstrous planetary farts from beyond history." Dear stock market crash, have a nice hot cup of context.
In keeping with the theme of eco-angst, Warren Ellis, of course, is the author of FreakAngels, a seriously cool web comic about a futuristic flooded England and random telepaths with attitude in spades, which I discovered this morning and upon which I am now hooked, in defiance of all this gosh-darned indexing.
Today's subject line courtesy of the wonderful Fafblog: it seemed appropriate to my linkery for the day, which is all angsty and global-warmingy and stuff. For a start, methane. Specifically, the methane that's bubbling up from beneath the melting ice cap, with the potential to suddenly and massively increase global warming. I always did believe in trigger events that are going to make things catastrophically fall apart on the turn, and this seems a likely candidate. I also like Warren Ellis's take on the situation: "it appears that we’re all going to die from the escape of monstrous planetary farts from beyond history." Dear stock market crash, have a nice hot cup of context.
In keeping with the theme of eco-angst, Warren Ellis, of course, is the author of FreakAngels, a seriously cool web comic about a futuristic flooded England and random telepaths with attitude in spades, which I discovered this morning and upon which I am now hooked, in defiance of all this gosh-darned indexing.
