Angry Robot

survivorcam

Okay, I’m a sucker for survivorcam, and so I read this inside story with giddy delight. Just as much schemin’ as in that TV show I hear it’s based on.

spy kids

Fuck is Spy Kids a good film. I hate kid’s movies as much as the next guy, but this one is a real champ – funny, fast-paced, non-condescending. Rodriguez wrote as well as directed it, and did a great job.

Sample dialogue:

WOMAN: Please have a seat, Mr. Lithp.
MAN: It’s Lisp.

baconnaise wins!

baconnaise logo

The people have spoken; the poll is decided. Baconnaise is the most anticipated hot new product. As you can see, initial package designs and marketing plans have been initiated.

Baconnaise was an idea my friend Andy had. At the time, my favorite foods were mayo and bacon. I used to go on and on about them. Cleverly, Andy made a t-shirt that combined the two, which I still have, although it’s pretty faded now. Anyway, his sound idea has been backed up by the readers of this blog, who I can only assume are cultured taste-influencers of the highest order. Perhaps you people have foreseen a backlash against the current trend towards healthy living and eating. Maybe in a few years, sustained immobility will be the hip new thing; our nation’s elite will wolf down deep-fried pork-stuffed sandwiches and drink cheese shakes as they wheel themselves around the hottest clubs in their mechanized carts. Sounds pretty sweet to me.

I’m taking down the poll until I have a bright idea for another one. I seem to have a case of pollster’s block at the moment.

prostitutional headgear.

Pimp hats. (via boing boing)

dead man's shirt

A friend of the family died recently. My mother visited the widow and brought back one of the man’s workshirts. It’s intended for my father, but I intercepted it last night and am wearing it now. It’s a check/plaid affair, in blue and grey, with a warm lining. Half shirt, half jacket.

I visited the man at his home outside Toulouse when I was a teen, and many of the things we discussed then have stuck. Although I may not be in a position to judge at the moment, I believe his words had a great effect on the outcome of my life so far. I wear his jacket and think of him outside the farmhouse, napping after a big, rich meal.

If only more clothes had such history. They have it, I guess, but it gets lost. I look at all the second-hand clothes and wonder about all the strangers whom I connect with through the closet. I wish I knew them. Whenever we give away clothes, we should write a little history of the garment, or its owner, and slip it in the pocket.