Month: September 2005

Friday Random 10, “These are Just Some Songs, You Know?” Edition:

“Wooden Ships” – Jefferson Airplane
“Streets of Philadelphia” – Bruce Springsteen
“I’m Only Sleeping” – The Beatles
“Rocky Raccoon” – The Beatles
“Indian War Whoop” – John Hartford
“Waterloo” – ABBA
“Valleri” – The Monkees
“Hale” – Deep Blue Something
“Night Moves” – Bob Seger
“Lucky Ball and Chain” – They Might Be Giants

“Every tool is a weapon, if you hold it right.”
– Ani Difranco, “IQ”

Wild gorillas spotted using tools for first time

Elaine: Yes, The New Yorker. I’ve met with their cartoon editor and I got him to admit that that cartoon…MADE NO SENSE….
Jerry: Wow! Good work, Nancy Drew.
–Seinfeld, “The Cartoon”

New Yorker cartoon formula exposed

Erskine: What do you mean no ‘in a world?’ ‘In a world’ is our bread and butter. Test audiences love ‘in a world.’ The people like knowing a movie’s going to be ‘in a world.’
-Joshua Allen, The Morning News, “Behind the Scenes: The Minority Report Trailer“

The Shining, Redux

All links via Backwards City, except the fake Shining trailer, though they do have some more information about it. I originally found the link through defective yeti.

Ever so slowly, the gibberish in my spam is starting to become coherent (well, almost) sentences:

“then what has become of silicosis smallfry revolutionaries her?” do,” said one of the girls, “is sheetwork to surrender as jawboned mateyness quickly as possible, before confident curvature that field gun the walls would protect her

String together random words often enough and I guess you’re bound to come up with something (almost) understandable. At this rate, the spammers won’t need to steal from literature in and out of the public domain.

I have this terrible sinking feeling that the whole island of Lost is somehow going to turn out to be some weird Rambaldi cult thing.

I think I’ve known all along that they didn’t know exactly where they were going. I’m just worried that’s starting to show.

This looks familiar, vaguely familiar,
Almost unreal, yet, it’s too soon to feel yet.
Close to my soul, and yet so far away.
I’m going to go back there someday.
– “I’m Going To Go Back There Someday” by Kenny Ascher and Paul Williams

Aw, man, that’s a shame. Rest in peace.