The Decemberists - “Sons and Daughters”
BoingBoing: “Can charcoal save the world?”
Meanwhile, in other news with ridiculous headlines:
- Are ducks good mechanics?
- Exposed: What happens if you eat a whole pineapple.
- Sex: Illegal!
- BOOM! Sousaphone.
This is gameplay from an iPhone game called Swords and Sorcery (due to be released Q2 2010). It won the ‘Achievement in Art Award’ at the 2010 Independant Game Developers Awards and gosh it sure is purty.
Yep, well, that was the problem with NASA back in the 60s - they’d fund a trip to the moon, sure, but you ask for an HD camera - you know, something with a decent resolution - and they’d just shut you down. Just wouldn’t hear about it. It was all political, man.
Reggie Watts - “Fuck Shit Stack”
Apparently each astronaut on the Apollo 11 mission was given a camera and told to film. This is part of a compilation of that film. Watch it, because it is beautiful and amazing.
A compilation of all of Peter Graves’s scenes in “Airplane!”.
Broken Bells - “The High Road”
Broken Bells is a collaboration between producer Danger Mouse and The Shin’s James Mercer. So there ya go.
Charlie Brooker: My plan to save mankind
“Time makes you stronger-minded but weaker-bodied, gradually transforming you from blushing grape to ornery, grouching raisin. Time is the most precious thing you have, yet you’re happiest when you’re wasting it. Time will outlive you, your offspring, your offspring’s robots and your offspring’s robots’ springs. It will outlive the wind and the rocks, the sun and the moon, Florence and the Machine. Time, in short, is King of Things.”
I am glad I added Charlie Brooker’s Guardian column to my feedreader. I mean, later in this article he uses Tralfamadorian genetics as a potential reason to dissect joggers. What is there not to enjoy?
(Anyone else finding they can’t indent text like they used to on Tumblr?)
And… cut.
In the dream…
In the dream I had stolen your film camera. Your old one. The Russian 16mm.
I had used it, and you had found it, and you had gotten mad.
Not because it was amateur porn I’d shot, but because the 16mm film itself was so hard to find. You’d bought the old film at an antiques market - a remarkable, rare find. It had expired, was partially dissolved.
It had been stored in someone’s fridge. They were Ukrainian, I think.
Every frame was unqiuely decayed, and those 3 expensive minutes of motion were lurid and flowing, popped and sputtered. The only sound we’d recorded was laughter.
It was… analogue. Beautifully analogue.
You were so angry.
But my god, it was beautiful pornography.
Oh, Ross.
Happy Sunday, everyone!
Queen - “Fat-Bottomed Girls”
