The Perry Bible Fellowship

I’ve been enjoying the heck out of this comic strip.

Damn you, Uncanny Valley!

Coffee machine broken at work today.

I seem to be in the sore-throat stage of getting a cold. I could do without it, though I appreciate the excuse to eat ice cream, and the added phlegmy rasp for shouting “Damn you, Tiny Tim!” in the middle of NYRSF meetings. (No, I don’t remember the context.)

The window displays at Macy’s this year seem to be advertisements for The Polar Express. Looks like reviewers of this movie would be well-served by a familiarity with the robotics concept of the Uncanny Valley.

“The Past Isn’t Dead. It Isn’t Even Past.”

postvixen pointed out right-wing radio host Hugh Hewitt (And isn’t that a terrible name for radio? “Hyoo Hyoo-it”?) saying “The sixties ended on September 11, 2001, but they were interred on the morning of November 3, 2004.”

My first thought was Idiot, the sixties ended when the Beatles broke up in 1970.

Just a few minutes ago, lying in bed, trying to sleep, I remembered John Ashcroft and Southern Partisan magazine. How do I know he’s not talking about the 1860s?

John Kerry was forced to refight the Vietnam War this summer.
Ashcroft and his fellow relics are still fighting the US Civil War.
There are probably still people fighting the English Civil War.
Osama bin Laden is refighting the Crusades.

No matter how the War on Some Terrorism goes, people will probably still be fighting it a hundred years from now.