What do you say to this?! Great design, but hardly appetizing in current western culture.


via ephemeranow.com

Time Magazine has their photos of the year up, but they’re in two categories this year (don’t know if they did this last year),
Reader picks and
Editor picks.

The difference in subject matter is startling. The viewer’s choice is much more upbeat. Not surprising, but the side by side comparsion is amazing, as if the reader’s and editor’s are living in two separate worlds.

Let’s release 250,000 superballs down a hilly street in San Francisco and film it. One of the best commercials I’ve seen.

There’s a great photoshop contest over at Worth1000, home of photoshop contests.

The goal is to insert monsters in classical paintings and there’s plenty of entries.

clicking around on myfonts.com, browse here, browser there and finding three fonts that I want to sleep with:


Kab-



Polish Dirty News-



Esso-

Less is more still implies that more is better. or so says Jason from 37 signals.

He’s got a point-I got an iPod shuffle for my birthday, back in August, from the she’s-the-best wife. It’s nice, my first iPod, only $100 for the larger 1gb version, vey small. But not toosmall, you know? I have big hands, but the thing fits comforatble like in my mitts, long but has a thick width to it. Didn’t realize how important that was until I got a chance to play with the iPod nano, which is ultra thin and small, way too small for me. It feels like it could be easily lost, though the color screen is a nice feature. But one of the great things about the shuffle is that I don’t have look at it, in order to use. Whether it’s in my pocket or in my hand, it’s controls known and it’s easy to listen, fast forward, skip or turn up the volume on the thing. Yeah, the 1 gig size is small, but I knew I’d be getting a larger iPod and passing the shuffle down to kid, who is already lusting after it. She’s not that interested in a boyfriend, but she wants an iPod. That’s my kid.

What really brought home how handy the shuffle is was when I started sticking it my pocket when going out. It wasn’t to listen to music, but to grab or share any files I want with whomever I might come across. I almost want to put in on my keyring. Or in the car.

or drink…



Collect them all, stack’em on a wall.

Many a well-intentioned person has asked me, “Betty, what exactly is The Homosexual Agenda?” Well, if you have to ask, you are probably already under its pernicious influence and blithely hop-scotching your way straight to Hell. Nevertheless, the details of The Homosexual Agenda have — up until this day — been kept more secret than the nature of John Travolta’s and Tom Cruise’s marriages. But I am pleased to announce that through innumerable free vodka sea-breezes and some artful Christian skullduggery, I have gotten my hands on an authentic copy of The Homosexual Agenda. Praise the Lord!