Friday, March 31, 2006
TSG Mug Shot: The "Lost" Girls
"Michelle Rodriguez and Cynthia Watros, stars of the ABC megahit 'Lost,' were arrested by Honolulu cops in December 2005 and charged with drunk driving. Rodriguez, 27, and Watros, 37, were nabbed minutes apart as their respective cars weaved along a highway linking Kailua and Honolulu. The actresses, both of whom failed field sobriety tests, were each charged with driving under the influence and released after posting $500 bail. Rodriguez, pictured directly below in a Honolulu Police Department mug shot, plays 'Ana Lucia' on the TV series. Watros, who looks pretty toasted in her booking photo, plays 'Libby' on the top-rated series. "
Is Marilyn Manson just a nerd in makeup?
Something just seems so sad when you pull away all the smoke and mirrors.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Who wants to be a superhero?
Follow the link.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Coolio doesn't burn his toast
"I love to cook, and I'm pretty damn good at it. My enchiladas cannot be beat, my fried chicken in on top, my spaghetti will kick your spaghetti's a**, and I can put every Chinese food restaurant out of business with my egg rolls."
Isaac Hayes likes South Park?
Friday, March 24, 2006
The Birth of Sean Preston
Thanks for coming. The internet is officially closed now.
"Britney provides inspiration for those struggling with the 'right choice'," said artist Daniel Edwards, recipient of a 2005 Bartlebooth award from London's The Art Newspaper. "She was number one with Google last year, with good reason --- people are inspired by the beauty of a pregnant woman," said Edwards.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Snakes on a Plain
"Snakes on a Plane"
So I'm reading about "Snakes On A Plane" and I realize that, I too, like the rest of the world, LOVE this title. It is everything and it is nothing. I found it best summed up by Josh Friedman, who apparently worked on the script and had this to say, last fall:
"Now out of both loyalty to the sacred bond between studio and screenwriter and also a serious desire to keep getting hired in this town, I will not give away any of the plot details of SNAKES ON A PLANE. But know this. As the great Sam Jackson would say: There are motherfucking snakes on the motherfucking plane.
What else do you need to know? How the snakes get on the plane, what the snakes do once they're on the plane, who puts the snakes on the plane, who is trying to get the snakes off the plane...This is not for you to ponder. There are snakes on the plane. End of fucking story. "
You Play World of Warcraft? You're Hired!
Into the Pixel
Now in its third year, Into the Pixel is videogame artists' one annual opportunity to receive recognition for their creative achievements by peers in both the digital and fine art worlds.Video games are an influential aspect of pop-culture and entertainment whose impact goes beyond the digital arts to influence perspectives in art, cinematography, literature and even fashion. And behind every game character and dynamic environment are artists whose talents birthed the image seen in the 3-D world.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
Swedish Orchestra Plays Ice Instruments
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Brian Quintana is a hypocrite
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
demoscene
From the wonderful world of cracked software came some amazing art, that led some of the programmers into the world of game development, working for the same companies whose games they had been cracking.
Pieces from The Plaza on the Block
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Living Dead Win Oddest Book Title Award
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Holy Christ Chex!
Either way, enjoy the nugget of the moment as he graciously delivers another installment of dream following 101.
WARNING: Blog contains all kinds of big words that make mommies make ear muffs. Link above skips past the gay little warning, although I'm not sure why I did that, since I made it here anyway.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Quantum Mechanics fun house
The text below was linked fromthe wikipedia article linked above. I thought the poem was pretty clever.
Dear Cecil:
Cecil, you're my final hope
Of finding out the true Straight Dope
For I have been reading of Schroedinger's cat
But none of my cats are at all like that.
This unusual animal (so it is said)
Is simultaneously live and dead!
What I don't understand is just why he
Can't be one or other, unquestionably.
My future now hangs in between eigenstates.
In one I'm enlightened, the other I ain't.
If you understand, Cecil, then show me the way
And rescue my psyche from quantum decay.
But if this queer thing has perplexed even you,
Then I will and won't see you in Schroedinger's zoo.
--Randy F., Chicago
Dear Randy:
Schroedinger, Erwin! Professor of physics!
Wrote daring equations! Confounded his critics!
(Not bad, eh? Don't worry. This part of the verse
Starts off pretty good, but it gets a lot worse.)
Win saw that the theory that Newton'd invented
By Einstein's discov'ries had been badly dented.
What now? wailed his colleagues. Said Erwin, "Don't panic,
No grease monkey I, but a quantum mechanic.
Consider electrons. Now, these teeny articles
Are sometimes like waves, and then sometimes like particles.
If that's not confusing, the nuclear dance
Of electrons and suchlike is governed by chance!
No sweat, though--my theory permits us to judge
Where some of 'em is and the rest of 'em was."
Not everyone bought this. It threatened to wreck
The comforting linkage of cause and effect.
E'en Einstein had doubts, and so Schroedinger tried
To tell him what quantum mechanics implied.
Said Win to Al, "Brother, suppose we've a cat,
And inside a tube we have put that cat at--
Along with a solitaire deck and some Fritos,
A bottle of Night Train, a couple mosquitoes
(Or something else rhyming) and, oh, if you got 'em,
One vial prussic acid, one decaying ottom
Or atom--whatever--but when it emits,
A trigger device blasts the vial into bits
Which snuffs our poor kitty. The odds of this crime
Are 50 to 50 per hour each time.
The cylinder's sealed. The hour's passed away. Is
Our pussy still purring--or pushing up daisies?
Now, you'd say the cat either lives or it don't
But quantum mechanics is stubborn and won't.
Statistically speaking, the cat (goes the joke),
Is half a cat breathing and half a cat croaked.
To some this may seem a ridiculous split,
But quantum mechanics must answer, "Tough @#&!
We may not know much, but one thing's fo' sho':
There's things in the cosmos that we cannot know.
Shine light on electrons--you'll cause them to swerve.
The act of observing disturbs the observed--
Which ruins your test. But then if there's no testing
To see if a particle's moving or resting
Why try to conjecture? Pure useless endeavor!
We know probability--certainty, never.'
The effect of this notion? I very much fear
'Twill make doubtful all things that were formerly clear.
Till soon the cat doctors will say in reports,
"We've just flipped a coin and we've learned he's a corpse."'
So saith Herr Erwin. Quoth Albert, "You're nuts.
God doesn't play dice with the universe, putz.
I'll prove it!" he said, and the Lord knows he tried--
In vain--until fin'ly he more or less died.
Win spoke at the funeral: "Listen, dear friends,
Sweet Al was my buddy. I must make amends.
Though he doubted my theory, I'll say of this saint:
Ten-to-one he's in heaven--but five bucks says he ain't."
--CECIL ADAMS