I went looking for information on the “Can’t Stop The Signal” sneak preview of “Serenity” and found comments on Whedonesque to the effect that the Chicago screening is already sold out. In fact, I’d be willing to bet that almost all of the ten screenings on May 5th at 10pm are sold out already. Fooey. But it’s a Thursday – we would have gotten home at about… 1am. Oh, well. Sucks to be middle-aged and employed. So I’ll wait for the official release date of September 30. And yes, this is another one of those examples of the fans of…
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She came for a royal visit, and I tried to take her picture like any good papparazzi would. But she was really more interested in when Mom would come pick her up (and her dinner and breakfast). This and many more pictures have just been uploaded to the photo gallery.
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Newly graduating law students, take note: double check the email address of that friend of yours that already has a job in a legal firm before sending them a rant about your impending job search. Reinder Eekhof, a freshly minted lawyer, recently wrote in an e-mail that he had “finally finished this stupid education,” and was “now looking for someone crazy enough to dump a suitcase full of money in my lap every month.” The e-mail was meant for a friend at the Houthoff Buruma law firm. But Eekhof mistyped the address and his missive landed in the inbox of…
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Every picture tells a story – either Putin just offered to play a friendly game of “Global Thermonuclear Conflict” with Condi, or the death rays in his eyes are about to pop her head like a giant, well-coiffed kernel of Iowa popcorn. Or maybe he’s thinking “you look all hot in that little ice-skating outfit, Conduszhka.” As Pops commented later, “That sort of a specific desire is exactly the reason why Jesus invented PhotoShop.” From Pops’ Bucket via TBogg.
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Stole this idea from the Observer Blog, because I got it wrong. The book I was thinking of starts out “Space is big. Really big.” This is one of the other ones. Which one? The story so far: In the beginning the Universe was created. This had made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move. I read via ***Dave a review of the new “h2g2” movie that… makes it sound like it just might suck, and that all the good jokes and lines are gone. If so, I think I’m going to be…
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SciFi Wire announces its slate of original SF/Fantasy/Alternate Reality series. “Original” is such a relative term, isn’t it? An untitled project executive-produced by Academy Award-winning actor/producer Michael Douglas, based on the work of the late author Shirley Jackson (The Haunting of Hill House). Storylines and themes from Jackson’s catalog of supernatural short stories will be woven into her real life experiences transitioning from urban mom to small-town matriarch. Michael Douglas isn’t exactly known for genre movies or shows. A production credit for Starman (movie, series) doesn’t exactly establish his SF cred. Why this? Why now? Imagine if “Eerie, Indiana” or…
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And congratulations also to Susanna Clarke, whose excellent book on English practical magic has won the American Booksellers Association Book Sense award. Via Sci Fi Wire — The News Service of the Sci Fi Channel
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The Nation | Special Cover | Worry, Alfred Dubya Heh. Okay, I’m done licking my political wounds. Time to laugh again. And what better place to start? Apparently, this image can be downloaded, printed off, and posted wherever you think it would show off to best advantage.
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It’s time to go to India again, and you know what that means. Harrowing driving! A Roadblock of the needle-in-a-haystack variety requires patience and an orderly approach and, in Gretchen’s case, a lot of head-scratching and spinning around. Oh, and there’s a Yield, but no one uses it. The Detour entices all five teams to take on the task of serving tea to a collection of Indian bureaucrats (really!), and chaos ensues. Meredith and Gretchen fall behind by a large margin in a short time and trail all day, leaving us all to speculate about whether they’re about to lose…
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AAAAAAAAAAAH! A double leg on TAR7! With a “To Be Continued” after a totally bitchin’ fakeout flip-flop floozy on the floy floy. It ended with Rob and Amber trotting triumphantly up to Phil on the roof of a Lucknow apartment block. There they were hit with a giant double-eyebrow pop, no pit stop and no hot greeter, just I gotcher clue right here, its name is just Sameer, and there’s no 12 hour rest for you, dear. Can you? Can you? Keep racing or not, can you?” Holy cow. Pooooor Rob and Amber. Sucks to be them, they thought they…