Crooks and Liars has this hilarious disparity between a West Coast feed and an East Coast feed pertaining to an NBC News correspondent pertaining to flooding. In the East Coast feed, we see the reporter in a boat, and people walk right on by. In the West Coast feed, the boat has mysteriously disappeared.
Year / 2005
Before the House of Lords
Immaculate gaiters, svelte form prepped for genteel debauchery
Throat cleared, quorum present to reproach murderers
Renowned and redoubtable, he dug into his deepest pockets
To empathize with these wild-eyed machine haters
Interferring with the steady flow of industry
Monied but knowing the worth of a dime
And the starving mouths motivating the massacres
Lone but unfazed, he trivialized the phase
That the expensive parts mulching up and down could not suspend
Gordon pled that perhaps they were going a tad too far
The life of a man not worth the life of a machine
Would they exact vengeance upon these irreplaceable specimens
These ad hoc homicidal men destroyed by progress?
Torrents of commiseration rippled through the great hall
But his listeners were the captains of the ship
And these men o’ war could not accept
Masting down the price of doing business
Where Gordon stayed a sobriquet for unfettered beauty
These others sailed upon avaricious waters
While Gordon stirred the few observers
The mongers relented their time to ferment
It went down, deadly and predictable
Leaving Gordon to weep quietly
For the lives lost in the name of melodramatic justice
Never Meet the Maker
Unto a dive I go; I crawl, I creep
Her lustre shining brighter in the eve
Visage provoked a feeling in the deep
And if I press the throw, she may bereave
The diff’rence here is one provoked by terms
But abstract words pollute my gushing soul
Releasing dormant care perceived as germs
A breakfast poured before a shaky bowl
And should she touch I know I don’t know why
The quaver seen, disguising proper place
The bootstrapped battles turning out a sigh
Reveal commiserating face, sere pace
Middling shadows flocking for the light
I hope two hands departing in the night
Laptop Crime
Apparently, there’s now a small-time crime ring stealing tips from cafe workers and absconding with laptops in cafes — pretty close to my neck of the woods:
an organized group of folks is now walking in, ripping laptops right out of people’s hands or off their tables and running off with them. they’re organized enough to have people either running interference at the exit or to have getaway vehicles. according to the cafe owner, they haven’t recovered a single laptop so far.
I suppose such a crime development was inevitable. One cannot walk into a cafe anymore without seeing at least four people working on laptops. And it was only a matter of time before crime developed a way to target this sociological development. The really strange thing is how similar it is to carjacking.
(via SFist)
Name That “Hey!”
There is a particular “Hey!” that has been sampled an insurmountable number of times. It is a female voice. And the “Hey!” in question can be found on Prodigy’s “Firestarter,” Felix da Housecat’s “Watching Cars Go By” and the Art of Noise’s “Close (To the Edit).”
The question I have, if anyone is willing to answer this, is whether the “Hey!” originated from the Art of Noise or from some other source. Further, why this particular “Hey!” over all other heys.
I know that I am not entirely insane here, for this blog post and this review identifies the exact same “Hey!” I suspect that this “Hey!” means something more than a tribute to the Art of Noise. Anyone have any ideas?