Steppe Team Today in Everything, Ever
posted by on December 14 at 12:16 PM
Wear Palettes collects photos from street fashion blogger The Sartorialist and extracts color palettes from them.
Someone should do this with Strangers with Candy. It would be a veritable “carnival of colors: grays and browns and grays…”
Graham Payn, boy soprano aged 13 here in 1932, singing “I Hear You”:
Payn would later become the longtime partner of gay English composer and playwright Noel Coward, who was thirty-two years old when this film was made. More on Payn in his 2005 obituary in the Guardian.
Kim Sing Man remembered Bechal as a classy woman who “always enjoyed her Chinese pickled leeks and bean sprouts.”
“A cutaneous horn is firm to hard to the touch.”
Gomboc: the self-righting object.
They have noticed that the Gomboc closely resembles the shell of a tortoise or a beetle, creatures whose round-shelled backs help them right themselves when flipped over. “We discovered it with mathematics,” Domokos notes, “but evolution got there first.”
SCREAM ON MY FACE, by Patrick Dyer and Margareth Haines, 2007.
ARE Y’ALL READY TO pRAyVE??? Click the HTML-entity Golgotha!
Betta aks somebody about some Nasty Nets.
This is why HTML is a dangerous weapon in the hands of people who think you can do anything with it ... they usually try to do everything with it ...
THE DESTRUCTIVE EPHEMERALITY MEME.
WWW.IZARDRY.
NASTY NETS.
HTML ENTI-TEASE.
Flibbertigibbet!
A will-'o'-the-wisp!
Thanks for the Graham Payn shout-out! He was a lovely fella, and helped Coward tremendously in the ultra-groovy, funny The Italian Job with Michael Caine. According to the DVD commentary, Coward had few scenes but couldn't remember his lines very well (whether through boredom or age is left unsaid). Offscreen Payne held up sheets of paper with Coward's lines writ large. Coward's presence really made that movie special, and Payn's moments as his fey amanuensis were a treat.
What the heck is going on here? I'm having a seizure.
Multiple posts, please. I'm completely confused, it's like my 14-year-old cousin's MySpace, but without the rap.
It makes the worst of my MySpace friends pages look sane ... and they're not very good at it ... this is why I tend to prefer Facebook style ...
My friend: "Haven't these people ever seen a monad?"
Does Charles have a kid brother?
What the hell is going on.
PRAYVE! This is amazing. Nick's "Everything ever" posts are a web portal into the florid, desultory world of an ex-ex-gay cybershaman.
For those of you who don't "get" his posts, EXACTLY. For those of you who get them but hate them, you can always
(a) avoid them (this is what I would do) or
(b) explore the Internet by means of a safer, less manic starting point, such as Yahoo, MSN, or pretty much anyone else at the Stranger besides Nick Scholl.
I'm not trying to pick a fight here, but come on, guys. Most of these comments accomplish nothing besides demonstrating that a complete lack of imagination is apparently requisite for commenting on the Slog.
I'm confused and nervous.
I think I remember Alfalfa singing "I Hear You Calling Me" in an episode of the Little Rascals made at about that same time.
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