Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
L.A. Noire Video Game, Developer Diary: The Technology Behind Performance | Video Clip | Game Trailers & Videos | GameTrailers.com
the faces look pretty awesome in this. i hope it is a sign of things to come
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
actually this whole blog is pretty good
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Awesome comment
http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2010/dec/09/julian-assange-nobel-peace-prize
Typical Russian politics: Whatever the US is doing, do the exact opposite.
At this rate Russia will be a functioning liberal democracy by 2016.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
More films to watch.
5 Centimeters Per Second: A Chain of Short Stories About Their Distance
The Iron GiantMind Game
Pitch Black (have i seen this?)The Road
Avalon
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
From Reddit
It means "Don't get ahead of yourself." Like, an American equivalent might be, "Don't start counting your vacation days before the job interview."
But I like the fact that the Bangladeshi version makes the assumptions that:
a) You love jackfruit (which is milder than durian but if even slightly overripe smells like diarrhea),
b) You have a mustache that's thick enough that it would be a hindrance to eating the juicy and sticky jackfruit,
c) You oil the mustache before you eat the jackfruit so that the remnant stink (which can get pretty intense) doesn't fuck with your luxurious facial hair, and
d) You are so excited by the idea of eating jackfruit that you oil your mustache in anticipation of this glorious event.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Sita Sings the Blues
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Moon (2009)
I kept thinking it was going to be another one of these going mad in deep space stories but it was much more human. Especially that but where the camera pans around to see the earth and he is all alone.
And somehow the computer companion was more human than it's masters. Eeee Kevin Spacey!
On a similar note, I thought Solaris was pretty good.
sausage pasta thingamajig
350g fresh spinach or egg tagliatelle
60ml freshly grated pecorino or Parmesan cheese
For the sauce:
8 fresh Italian pork and garlic sausages
15ml olive oil
1 onion, peeled and finely chopped
1 carrot, peeled and finely chopped
1 celery stick, finely chopped
225ml vegetable stock
2 flat mushrooms, chopped
1 bunch of fresh thyme, tough stalks removed
1x800g can plum tomatoes
salt and freshly ground black pepper
50g butter
Instructions
Preheat the oven to 200°C, 400°F, gas mark 6.
Place the sausages on a baking tray and cook in the oven for 10 minutes.
Heat the oil in a large saucepan, add the onion, carrot and celery and pour in the stock. Cook for 5 minutes. Chop the sausages and add to the pan together with the chopped mushrooms. Cook for a further 5 minutes. Stir in the thyme leaves and tomatoes with their juice. Season with salt and freshly ground black pepper. Cover and cook for 1 hour until the sauce is thick, stirring occasionally.
During the final 10 minutes of the sauce’s cooking time, cook the pasta in a large pan of boiling salted water for 5-8 minutes, or according to the instructions on the packet, until al dente.
Drain and transfer to a large pasta bowl.
Stir the butter into the sauce, then pour over the pasta.
Sprinkle with the cheese and toss to mixThis is going to hinge on some really great strong tasting sausages...
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
NOM
That was an orgasmic dinner!
The garlic/mustard sauce was fantastic.
Strip loin steak, so juicy, such a deep crust!
Potatoes... crispy and good.
Tomato and red onions in a balsamic vinaigrette.
A BBC4 documentary on Verdi and a single cigarette to finish.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
not really catching up with a lot of these movies but oh hey...
Bubba Ho-tep
Wild Zero
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Directly lifted from reddit
This public notice pronouncing General Leigh Read to be a coward was posted by Whig party leader William Tradewell in March, 1839, after Read refused to apologize or duel following an argument. General Read, a leading Democrat, remarked at the time that if he were going to fight someone, it would be the head of the Whigs, Colonel Augustus Alston.
Hearing this, Colonel Alston challenged Read to a duel. This offer was accepted and the duel set for December 12, 1839. Alston was a seasoned duelist and Read was considered to be as good as dead.
General Read chose the unusual "Yager" hunting rifle with a sensitive hair-trigger with which to duel. The over-confident Colonel Alston, unused to this heavy weapon, lost his balance and fired before he was able to aim. Read then calmly shot Alston in the chest, killing him.
Although the Alston-Read duel was considered "fair", Alston's grieving sisters thought of it as murder. They removed the bullet from Alston's body, and had it melted down and poured into a press to reshape it. They sent it to their older brother-insisting he avenge his brother's death using the same bullet. General Read was shot and killed by Willis Alston in April, 1841.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
In future we'll leverage synergistic above board and across the piece adoption processes that create face time while simultaneously reducing feature creep in our front burner priorities.
Going forward, actionable items will commodotize our core competencies to the point we can drill down to create deliverables that gain traction in a granular market environment.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Notes from the day
Later, documentary on portraiture
Gustave Courbet - Self Portrait, The Despairing Man
Edvard Munch - Self portrait in hell
awesome
So then finally decided to stay up and watch this movie Happy-go-lucky
Mike Leigh-> find some more of his films.
that movie made me happy. moreso than a movie has for sometime.
haha I'm a mess
also i have been told to seek out I am love
Will dig that out tomorrow...
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Idle hands arfe the devil's play things
... was enjoyable, but nothing to do with work. Thanks to one of my new friends for the initial seed.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queer_theory
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-humanism
http://www.aber.ac.uk/media/Documents/S4B/sem02.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gestalt_psychology
http://www.gamestudies.org/0501/lindley/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperreality
http://www.popmatters.com/pm/post/130849-post-structuralism-in-video-games/
http://www.molleindustria.org/ergon_logos/ergon_logos.html
http://www.the-foodist.com/recipes/obatzter-bavarian-cheese-cream-recipe/
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Except for fallout: New Vegas
Monday, November 1, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Never interfere in a boy and girl fight.
Beware of whores who say they don't want money. The hell they don't. What they mean is they want more money. Much more.
If you're doing business with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing. His word isn't worth shit, not with the good Lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal.
Avoid fuckups. You all know the type. Anything they have anything to do with, no matter how good it sounds, turns into a disaster.
Do not offer sympathy to the mentally ill. Tell them firmly, "I am not paid to listen to this drivel. You are a terminal fool."
Now some of you may encounter the devil's bargain if you get that far. Any old soul is worth saving at least to a priest, but not every soul is worth buying. So you can take the offer as a compliment. They charge the easy ones first, you know, like money, all the money there is. But who wants to be the richest guy in some cemetery? Not much to spend it on, eh, Gramps? Getting too old to cut the mustard. Have you forgotten something, Gramps? In order to feel something, you have to be there. You have to be 18. You're not 18, you are 78. Old fool sold his soul for a strap-on.
How about an honorable bargain? "You always wanted to become a doctor. Now's your chance. Why, you could have become a great healer and benefit humanity. What's wrong with that?" Just about everything. There are no honorable bargains involving exchange of qualitative merchandise like souls. Just quantitative merchandise like time and money. So piss off, Satan, and don't take me for dumber than I look. As an old junk pusher told me, "Watch whose money you pick up."
-- William S. Burroughs
rally for sanity
and further whenever i see the national mall all i can think about is how i killed supermutants there
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
This is exactly how I recall my earlier years.
The best home-grown still comes from that district, especially the varieties now known as Longbottom Leaf, Old Toby, and Southern Star. How Old Toby came by the plant is not recorded, for to his dying day he would not tell. He knew much about herbs."
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Ireland budget cuts
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
"Oscar was not into serious street-fighting, but he was hell on wheels in a bar brawl. Any combination of a 250 lb Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reach - but when the alleged Mexican is in fact a profoundly angry Chicano lawyer with no fear at all of anything that walks on less than three legs and a de facto suicidal conviction that he will die at the age of 33 - just like Jesus Christ - you have a serious piece of work on your hands. Especially if the bastard is already 33½ years old with a head full of Sandoz acid, a loaded .357 Magnum in his belt, a hatchet-wielding Chicano bodyguard on his elbow at all times, and a disconcerting habit of projectile vomiting geysers of pure blood off the front porch every 30 or 40 minutes, or whenever his malignant ulcer can't handle any more raw tequila."
—Hunter S. Thompson, Rolling Stone #254, December 15, 1977