Get at it right here.
...it's still genius:
I'm leaning toward fake—I'm immediately suspicious of/delighted by any video that begins with a long, gratuitous ass shot. And if you wanted to document this hack, wouldn't you be there early? Why arrive seconds before? It's not illegal to hang out in Midtown with a video camera. We also don't see the text wrap—that is, we don't see the hacked message make that hard-right turn that Fox's ticker, and everything else at Fox, ultimately makes. But, hey, fake or not, it's true. The people who made the video promise to post another video detailing how they did it and proving that it's not fake. I say, if it's not fake, do it again. Do it once a day—do it all day long. (Via the much-improved-since-its-near-death-experience Queerty.)
Sexual kissing is all about open mouths. And it is here that a moment of risk presents itself. When you kiss a person, open your mouth to the other mouth, not only are saliva, the remains of a meal, the residue of a glass of wine exchanged, all sorts of nasty invisible other things are exchanged, too.
ut why in the world would a person in their right mind open her/himself to such a risk? Why do all of us so willingly do it? Indeed, if your move to sexually kiss someone is rejected, how fast and hard the spirits sink. We have all been there: The night is totally ruined, you drink to oblivion, you wake up with a pain in the head and the heart. Why does it mean so much to make out?
I'm a 25 y/o woman and have been in a very happy, stable healthy relationship with a woman for the last two years. I'm pretty sure she is the one. My problem is pretty simple and stupid- I got really drunk the other night and made out with one of my very good friends (a woman) who was also really drunk. I have been sick to my stomach since then. I know it was a thoughtless thing to do. And I know it came from a place of physical attraction but nothing more (my gf is the whole package).
How do I get over the sick to my stomach feeling? I won't confess to her. It was a one-time thing, it will not be repeated, and revealing it will cause more hurt and problems than it's worth. I know you feel pretty strongly about not confessing minor indiscretions to make oneself feel better if all it will accomplish is a lot of unnecessary hurt. I guess I just need a reminder lecture. Or to use you as my gay version of confession.
I'm An Idiot
My response after the jump...
See it right over here.
It looks like right-wing media-whore/rumor-monger Andrew Breitbart, who spent the day slandering yet another liberal politician, has his own personal scandal to deal with:
In exclusive footage obtained by The Stranger, Breitbart admits: "I have relationships with girls who are quite young, girls who are sitting on my weiner, monitoring my nuts." We have the full, unexpurgated raw video of Breitbart's surprising confession within our possession, but for now this excerpt is all we're prepared to release. I think it speaks for itself.
1. TechCrunch has announced that Google is set to announce their +1 service tomorrow. Google +1 is supposed to be a social networking service that operates within Google, adding social results to your search results. You'll probably be hearing much more about this tomorrow.
2. Twitter finally announced a "Follow" button today. I've been waiting for this one for ages. It's crazy that when I find a writer I like, I then have to track him/her down on Twitter using the less-than-optimal Twitter search function. I'll use this way more than I use the Facebook "Like" button, for sure.
3. Gizmodo says the iOS 5 update will finally make iPhones hyperconnected to the internet, specifically sites like Twitter and Facebook. We'll find out all about that when Steve Jobs makes his big iCloud/iOS5/OS X Lion announcement next Monday.
Hm... kinda reminds of the dustup over Jen's quickie is-it-or-isn't-it-racist poll about a headdress-featuring window display at Indian Summer on Summit. Turned out the owner of Indian Summer... is a Native American! So Jen was wrong to cry/imply/suggest racism because a Native American can plonk a headdress in a window display if she wantsta. Jen apologized for her quickie poll. Because! Native American!
To the two folks who are crying racism because of the headdresses on the TROUBLE poster: the person who designed the poster—the person who plonked those headdresses on those heads—is a chunk Chippewa. A big chunk. So presumably he's free to plonk headdresses on posters when he wantsta, right? We good now?
Update: This post has been edited to include the most current information on the Department of Justice investigation of Rick's and Talents West.
Michael Cohen, special counsel to Donald Trump, confirms to NBC News that the real estate mogul and his wife will meet and dine with [Sarah] Palin and her husband Tuesday night in New York City.
Maybe they can have a long conversation about not running for president.
In this thread about the governor, Jubilation T. Cornball jumps in:
Gregoire is in dire straights because she is nothing more than a humorless download of strident, hectoring talking points. Visionless and the perfect embodiment of the two-dimensional Washington State pol.
Now what's the opposite of a gold star?
Today is the day that Friendster goes away (or at least all the photos, blogs, comments, and groups you haven't looked at since, um, a long time ago—I asked some people who know about the internet why Friendster wouldn't just fully commit suicide, and I got no good answer).
From deep within my memory, I dredged up my Friendster password and the ancient Yahoo email address associated with it, and lo and behold, there it was, shivering, alone, waiting out its final hours. One change: It looks much more like Hello Kitty's frog-friend barfed up the design than it used to.
In my Activity Stream (that just doesn't sound good, does it?), I found that my friend Gina's friend BitBoy BitBoy is apparently making money with Google in just a few hours at home. Before that, my friend Buster noted that he was updating his Friendster page—"Retro!" he said, in December of 2009.
My 46 new messages include a surprising number of kind of heartbreaking notes from what seem to be real gentlemen seeking companionship; my profile was still marked "Single," which has not been true for a number of years. They are from Christian gentlemen and ESL gentlemen and the sorts of gentlemen kind enough to overlook profile items like "Occupation: writer and editor, poker of things with sticks" (not funny, not even in back at the turn of the century).
From Dennis, this past Saturday:
This is a ballsy move, considering that the only superhero comics fans left have been reading comics for years and they obsess endlessly over decades' worth of continuity. It seems that DC is going to try to make one more big, bold attempt at picking up a new audience. And the second piece of news is an even bigger indication of that new-reader grab. In my opinion, this is the bigger deal:
DC is making issues of all the renumbered titles available digitally via apps and a DC website the same day they arrive in comic shops. It marks the first time a major comics publisher has done so with its popular superhero titles.
If this same-day print-and-digital concept takes off, the news could mean the end for many brick-and-mortar comics shops. If it doesn't take off, it could mean the end for the publishing side of DC Comics as we know it.
I fucking LOVE Fabulous Prizes, now playing in the Satori Group's loft in Pioneer Square. It involves a father and a son. The father is a chef and found his wife—the son's mother—cheating during his big opening night at a restaurant so he stabbed her to death with a kitchen knife. At least that's what he says while making his son dress in mother-drag and reenact the infidelity. There's also a henpecked apartment manager and a kidnapped woman...
Fabulous Prizes is a supremely fucked-up story, which makes it a good piece of theater.
The lone, anonymous comment on the review says:
To which I say: a) you are an idiot and b) anonymity on blog posts is for cowardly idiots.
So you're a double idiot who is also a coward. Congratulations, tough guy.
Anyway, here's a video of the playwright talking about how he wrote Fabulous Prizes in Dublin. He originally imagined it for two old men in tuxes. (How very Beckett/Dublin of him.) The play does not currently feature any old men in tuxes.
It runs until June 5. If you see it and hate it, please let me know with your name (or regular blog handle) attached in the comments so I can take your opinion seriously.
Also, in next week's theater section: Butoh, and why I take it about as seriously as anonymous blog commenters. That one's going to win me a pack of slow-moving enemies—so if you find my corpse barely mauled and streaked with white body paint, you'll know who did it.
Which bars will be showing the 2011 Stanley Cup Finals?
I usually watch the games at home, but I want to watch the finals with fellow Canucks revelers! Big Mario's is said to be showing all games of the series. Know any other places that would be good for watching/cheering/swearing/eating/drinking/crying (if they lose)/hugging (if they win)?
This happened a few hours ago...
Eventually it is caught—and liberated from the illusion of paradise.
Mother Jones investigates:
Florida's Rick Scott and Ohio's John Kasich are currently the leading contenders for the title of the most unpopular governor in America, according to a recent Public Policy Polling (PPP) survey. (A mere 32 percent of respondents approve of Scott, while just 33 percent support Kasich.
Which doesn't put Washington's Governor Chris Gregoire in great company, points out Slog tipper Baconcat. PPP finds Gregoire has only a 38 percent approval rating, while the Elway poll finds 61 percent disapproving of her performance.
For E-books to have good code, good code has to be found at every stage of the production process. That is not how things are done right now.
Hundreds, if not thousands, of commercially available E-books from legacy publishing houses were converted to “electronic format” by scanning printed books and turning the resulting OCR book copy into text files. (Indeed just text files, not structured markup.) Copy errors are so rampant that E-books are the first category of book in human history that could actually be returned as defective. This in turn has led to the equally rampant mythology that E-books are all about “formatting.” (They aren’t: they’re about structured text with styles attached.)
And a post at Luna's Café looked specifically at the ways that Kindle books are poorly formatted:
How can so little care be given to the presentation of text on a[n electronic] page? Do publishers care, or even realize, what is happening to the texts they lovingly commission, copy-edit, and proof-read, when they enter the electronic domain?
I think not, especially if they sub-contract the ebooking of their print files to Amazon, rather than apply quality control themselves.
I certainly do notice many more mistakes in e-books than I do in print books, although many of the errors I see—that is to say, particularly formatting errors—are similar to the errors you'll find in advance reading copies, which are often the texts I have to deal with as a book reviewer. It's interesting that publishers apply such little care to the finished e-product, when they have entire departments dedicated to making sure that printed books go out looking as close to perfect as humanly possible.
I don’t know him that well, but I've been monitoring rightwing rumormonger Andrew Breitbart, and he has been having relationships with women, young women, girls that are quite young, younger than the girl in question here. Sales clerks. Waitresses. Girl Scout cookie vendors. His own daughter.
I’m not saying what type of relationships Breitbart is having with young girls, and I don't know that any of these relationships are improper. But then, I don't know that they are not.
In response to last week's gay bashing, today 4,000 people gathered to join hands in pro-gay solidarity across Hawthorne Bridge.
Towleroad has the whole story, with video.
It's especially important that more Seattleies sign up for the contest this year. We have to retain our championship title; last year's winner, Terroryaki, was written by a Seattleite.
Chuck & Buck is the movie I love so much than when Central Cinema asked me what movie I wanted to show as part of their "Favorites" series, I said Chuck & Buck.*
As I wrote to a friend who's never seen the film:
It's a dark, dark comedy of a developmentally arrested homosexual stalker man-child. Even more upsetting, it's about a developmentally arrested homosexual stalker man-child who WRITES A PLAY about his stalkery love for his childhood wank-buddy and prominently stages it with a semi-professional theater company in the former wank buddy's hometown. It's about love, and stalking, and squirming, and it's the itchiest film about Letting Go of Childish Things ever made.
Full info here.
*—I also mentioned The Last Picture Show (which was too recently screened at SAM for CC to get the rights) and GoodFellas (which screened recently at CC without my involvement). So Chuck & Buck won.
Meet Cyon Flare.
Count me as among the dubious when it comes to Microsoft's quest to dominate mobile devices as it does the desktop. But just because Windows Phone 7 might not supplant iOS and Android anytime soon, that doesn't mean Microsoft won't still rake in a helluva lot of money off the handset/tablet market, according to this fascinating tidbit from InformationWeek's Microsoft blog:
Android, the number-one smartphone platform, doesn't generate any direct revenue for Google since it is an open source platform. It does, however, generate a tidy sum for Microsoft. HTC reportedly pays Microsoft $5 for every HTC phone sold that has Android loaded on it.
HTC, the leading manufacturer of Android phones, is estimated to have shipped about 30 million units. So that $5 per phone license fee would come to about $150 million. Sweet.
And it's only likely to get sweeter. The intellectual property rights underlying Android are widely acknowledged to be a total fucking mess, making it the subject of numerous patent infringement lawsuits... infringements for which Google does not indemnify Android licensees. Building on its HTC deal, Microsoft is suing other Android manufacturers, and is now reportedly seeking payments of between $7.50 and $12.50 per device. That starts to add up to real money, even by Microsoft's inflated standards.
Of course, as InformationWeek's Ed Hansberry and others point out, the real motive behind Microsoft's patent strategy is to pressure device makers to switch from Android to WP7. Margins are already vanishingly thin for nearly every device maker not named Apple, and by squeezing them further, Microsoft could ultimately make a WP7 license more affordable than the putatively free Android. But either way, it looks like a Win win-win for the folks in Redmond.
If a large and credible study—say one conducted by the University of Chicago's National Opinion Research Center—found higher levels of tolerance for LGBT people in formerly socialist countries like Russia and the Czech Republic, social conservatives would be screaming that tolerance for sexual immorality is one of the lingering consequences of that terrible, no-good, really-bad socialism stuff that Barack Obama wants to shove down all of our throats. But the NORC study found lower levels of tolerance for sexual minorities in formerly socialist countries...
The study concludes that "overwhelmingly, societies have become more accepting of homosexual behavior." Thirty-one countries were identified with data that showed trends in public opinion about homosexual behavior. Of those, approval of homosexuality increased in 27 countries and in only 4 countries did it decrease: Russia, the Czech Republic, Cyprus, and Latvia. Moreover, the growth in approval was stronger than the decline. The one regional trend that was identified was that changes tended to be slower or reversed in Russia and other ex-Socialist countries.
If fighting the gay agenda is the #1 priority of the religious right—and that's what they've said it is—then America's religious conservatives should be advocating for socialism. Priorities, people!
The study is here.
Last Friday, May 27, Officer Michele G. Letizia was dispatched to the 1600 block of Broadway, where a woman reported that a strange man had rammed her vehicle and hit a witness after tailgating her from Redmond to Capitol Hill. Earlier that day, around 7:20 p.m., she had been driving westbound on 520 on her way out of Redmond when she realized she was being followed closely by another vehicle. She told Letizia that she believes he may have been racing another "unknown white vehicle, and that she may have inadvertently gotten in the way," so she changed lanes to allow the car to pass her.
Only he didn't—he began "racing up behind [her], 'slamming on his brakes' within about one foot of [her] rear bumper, barely avoiding collision, backing off of [her] vehicle, racing up behind again, and again slamming on his brakes within about one foot of rear bumper." The police report states that the suspect "repeated this pattern several times, along 520, at highway speeds."
Because this is an incredibly stupid thing to do on 520, other drivers noticed—one, quoted in the police report, stated that "he began to follow the two to keep in sight." Unfazed, or perhaps excited, by the attention, the tailgater allegedly continued his tack "all the way to I-5 and southbound on I-5 all the way to the East Denny Way off-ramp," at which point the woman became so scared that she took the off-ramp towards Broadway "in hopes of finding a more crowded area."
But the man just continued tailgating her onto Broadway, so she pulled over just north of East Pine Street, apparently still giving him the benefit of the doubt and "hoping he would finally pass her and drive away." Instead, he "pulled over directly behind...and asked if she was okay, then accelerated forward and purposely rammed [her] vehicle."
Today, I came across this...
It seems to us that the history of philosophy should play a role roughly analogous to that of collage in painting. The history of philosophy is the reproduction of philosophy itself. In the history of philosophy, a commentary should act as a veritable double and bear the maximal modification appropriate to a double. (One imagines a philosophically bearded Hegel, a philosophically clean-shaven Marx, in the same way as a moustached Mona Lisa.)The women in the ad looks a little like Mona Lisa. The mustache even enhances this resemblance.
This Thursday, from 5:30 pm to 8 pm, I'll be hosting the second Two Books Enter One Book Leaves at the Hugo House. It's a combination happy hour/book swap/fundraiser for Friends of Seattle Public Library. Basically, for every two books you donate, you get to choose one new-to-you book from the stacks of books on tables located around the Hugo House. You can find a FAQ about 2BE1BL over here.
The last 2BE1BL was a great success, with dozens of folks funneling through and carefully selecting their next favorite book from the stacks. The one change we're making is based on some comments from folks who attended the last 2BE1BL: We'd like book-lovers to hang out and drink a little longer after they make their book selection, so we've added some acoustic music to the cabaret area. The Woodland Experimental Groove Orchestra (or WEGO for short) will be playing some pleasant background music to make the whole affair more...happy-hour-ish.
I'll be bringing a few boxes of books along to prime the pump, so don't worry about the selection; we'll have plenty of quality books for you to choose from. And when you're walking the tables, poking around the stacks, feel free to ask any random stranger for their opinions about the books; people love to share their reading experiences, and shared reading experience is what 2BE1BL is all about.
Ask them almost whatever you want! Ask Kerry Zettle about his thousands of tattoos! Ask P Smoov what his sign is! Ask everybody else how they got so dang good!
UPDATE: Now with actual working link!
All that and more right here!
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