Superdickery at its finest.

Many of you have probably seen the website that is now called superdickery.com. However, I still can't resist posting this particular jewel of wonderous lustre.

For those of you who haven't had the distinct pleasure, the above site is composed of real, unaltered scans from old superhero comics.
Essentially, the idea is that the founder of the site was paging through some old Superman comics, and he realized, "Hey. Superman is a real dick."

Lo and behold, after perusing most of the images on the site, I cannot disagree.

Superman is not just a dick, he's a hilariously selfish bastard. At least the Superman from 20+ years ago was. And so was his riduclous sidekick, Jimmy Olsen, who seems to be alternately trying to sell Superman out or turning into various ape-like creatures and attempting to communicate by using a typewriter...

In fact Lois Lane appears to be the only innocent in this whole deal. She's the one who accidentally takes the potion that ages her 50 years, or is forced to ride around scrunched uncomfortably inside a sweaty, bullet proof bubble. ("It's for your protection, Baby!" calls Superman, and snickers as he waltzes freely down the street next to her. Not an exact quote, but you know what I mean.)

Not Christopher Reeves, though. He was more superman than Superman.

RIP.

RIP, Mr. Robert Moog*

We'll miss ye. I hope they play some awesome synthesizer and theremin at his funeral.

*Moog (pronunced like "rogue" with an M)

Porcuhog babies

Only those with the strongest disposition and utmost confidence that their head will not explode from the utter cuteness should scoll down...



The above are hedgehog babies found on the blog of Liew Cheon Fong, a Malaysian tech-blogger. Those of you who read Boingboing may have seen this photo, as he was linked from there today for posting this very photo. Go LcF!

God Bless the Indian Summer

Listening to Pedro the Lion in the background.

I'm posting a link to the first comic of the series I mentioned a few weeks ago - Starship Crisis...except now it's Starslip Crisis. The site and comic are changing their name, and it has been done oh-so-slickly.

The starship gets around by finding the same crew and ship who happen to already be at the desination in a parallel universe. Switch places, and voila! This last switch landed them into a webpage where the sitename had changed. Read and enjoy.

Our X-box has died inconveniently as I was beginning Psychonauts, which promised to be an interesting and fun game. Darn it all.

Mwah-haha!

Forgive me a cruel chuckle. I left a response after one of snobby-lady's most offensive posts for the forum survey yesterday, and it unleashed a storm of pent up anger toward her from the other survey participants.

My post was comparatively mild-mannered. I answered the mod's question and added, "Wow... Everyone has a right to their own opinion, Bitch-face." (uh, except that I used her actual name, cause I'm polite like that.) She responded, "I never said that everyone didn't in fact I wrote that in my post, if you'd even read it." (Ouch. Run on sentence, anyone?)

I didn't bother responding because several other people responded that they had read her post, and certainly didn't gather from it that she respected anyone else's opinion, and that they also found her tone and posts condescending.

The forum is over and snobby-lady has actually managed to bite her lip and write less offensively since then. I wonder if this will make her think about how she treats people? Probably not, but I get the petty satisfaction of having said something about it.

On a Scale From One to Bitch..er...Ten

I would say this woman in my focus group is a 10+.

I'm participating in a study on consumer opinons of fresh vs. frozen food. (Getting paid, of course. I don't contribute my opinions to the vast machine that is American consumerism for free! Feh!) Today was the first day, and since this morning, the 10 or so people participating have been logging on to give a little rundown about who they are, and giving their opions on the questions and products presented. For the most part, it's a group of nice, regular women. There are people from Colorado to New York, some retired, none with kids, 2 of them widowed, and almost all of them with pets they lavish attention on. (no exception here)

We were focus surveying along, minding our own business, when one woman (who has a line of jewelry and a spoiled lapdog--I picture her as Paris Hilton's mother) took it upon herself to, in the rudest possible way, let us all know how ignorant and bourgeois we were for believing "the ridiculous lie" that frozen food could in any way, shape, or form be acceptable (instead of answering the queston that had been asked). Every single thing she writes proves she is consienciously snobby. Other people have expressed similar views, but everyone else manages to do it without being entirely offensive and condescending.

A few questions later, she reasserted her bitchiness (and failed to answer the question) by insisting that everyone could afford to shop at Whole Foods Market, and you'd have to be stupid not to shop there or a specialty store. (Even the widowed lady on a fixed income who lives in a tiny town in Georgia.) "People who would even shop at a store where they suspect might have something lower quality anywhere in it, are people who should just shop at a dollar store for their food. If I even thought there might be something lower quality at a store, I wouldn't let you shop there for me!"

So... people shop for her?

I begin to despise this woman in earnest.

When asked whether we prefer prepared food from the frozen section or the deli section of our grocery store, she wrote:

"I prefer neither. If I want prepared foods, I'll go to a restaurant instead. It's almost the same price and I trust the owner of the restaurant more than a mega grocery store chain's department manager whose just worked a 12 hour shift for 7 days straight because he's shortstaffed and can't get anyone to work for pennies with lots of hours. I feel he might not be adhering to any health guidelines."

?? Does she have a bone to pick with people who work lots of hours for little pay? (those bastards!) In principle, my preference on the food is the same but.... Woah there, bitch-face. What did a grocery store manager ever do to you? I'd be afraid to EVER eat at a restaurant, if I were you. Folks'll spit in your food faster than you can say, "I'm better than you!"

Bleh. I feel like she's stifling the focus group. Now the lady who admitted she can't often afford fresh seafood, and the retired lady who lives in a small town--they give quick, short answers instead of writing about their opinions like they were before. I don't blame them. I wouldn't want to be dissected and told to grocery-shop at a dollar store because I "clearly don't care about freshness or expiration dates."

Bitch-face feels like she has to convince everyone that A. she's better than them, and B. They should shop exactly the way she shops. ("The only frozen food I buy is Sorbet.")

THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF A FOCUS GROUP.

Session over. I feel better. Until I log on tomorrow and see what other outragously offensive thing she's written.

What a little chalk will do

I stumbled over this pavement artist's site the other day:

Julian Beever

I wish they would show more of the pieces from the "wrong" angle. It's bizarre how distorted he has to make the images to create a 3-D look from one direction. Some of them, it's hard to believe are chalk.

I remember an artist in Royal Oak AGES ago... probably 1994 or so, who was doing impromptu 3 minute paintings of space using spray paint in really unconventional ways. They were beautiful, and I was fascinated because the process was so simple and foolproof. I tried it later, and came of with almost as nice an image. I'll try to remember how it was done, and make one. If it works, I'll take a picture and post it.

Prithee, Scroll Downward.

I must direct everyone to scroll down and read the comment that was left on July 25th's "Ow! My Most of Me!" post.

Best. Cat door. Story. EVER.

I'm still snickering to myself about it.

In the end, we managed to have a semi-lopsided "cat hole" which our taller, clumsier cat has to sort of scrunch to get under, but all-told, I guess that's ok. Unless she gets Rheumatism or something in her old age, and is unable to scrunch. While we're on the topic of cat doors, I must share this link to an uber-nerd's cat door dream.

Behold: the Flo Control Project

I can only hope to aspire to such awesome nerditude. I love it.

Smells Like Teen Spirit and Other Various Deodorants.

When I saw this, my first thought was, "My! Gus Van Sant looks a lot like Kurt Kobain."