School locked down after ‘ninja’ sighted in woods

Geez, all we got were bomb threats, the occasional food fight and medicated English teacher or two.

Tights are not pants, goddamnit.

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Grateful patients. Brackets with vases and casts how if i
say i will not come? I am enjoined to gone with gwenhwyvar
to her chamber. Then went ever so slightly, what you have
done She shook out. From the top of a small hill came level
belchings they want, to set them tasks, to punish them when
arthur. I thought you’d need it when you came the author
(though this hadnt yet been officially of his face drawn
so tight over the bones that our own. Had all these return
voyagers made a it matter whether they are wrong if they
lady i suppose, wingrave continued, that i was born of such
frequent occurrence in french caves, two i could have known
it if i’d thought about it From mrs stewart but mr graham
had not acquainted.

The tragedy is that this works on some people, though god knows why. Really, stuff like “From the top of a small hill came level
belchings they want, to set them tasks, to punish them” is stuff 4th grade emo poets wouldn’t write, it’s so bad.

Partially inspired by a bull session with a friend:

“I found your lack kerning disturbing.”


“I hope so, for your sake. 80 pound text is not as forgiving as I am.”


“Luke, search your feelings, you know I am your Art Director.”


“The hipster attitude is strong with this one.”


“And now, your highness, we will discuss the location of your hidden Postscript Fonts…”


“Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve constructed. The ability to layout a page is insignificant next to the power of the Force.”


“I sense something. A font I’ve not used since…”


“You don’t know the power of Quark!”


“Perhaps I can find new ways to kern them.”


“I’ve been waiting for you, Quark. We meet again at last. The circle is now complete. When I left you I was but the learner. Now I can make drop shadows directly on the page.”



“It is too late for me, son. The Emperor will show you the true nature of the Force. He is your Art Director now.”



“He will join our agency or die, my master.”


“The arrogant ego is strong with you, young Skywalker, but you are not a Creative Director yet.”


“What is thy stylesheet, my master?”


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A comic titled The Rule of Death, in which a man who has died decides he doesn’t want to be dead anymore and comes back to life. The rest of the town is naturally a bit unsettled.

It’s a bit unsettling with a pace that reeks of marching towards doom, but it’s effectively done and I love the artwork. Very literal in terms of moving the story along but filled with illustrative touches that seem to impart so much more to the panels.

Meanwhile, Engrish.com has excellent instructions for washing clothes.

and finally, .

Stallone tells the Governator a joke and suddenly your view of the world changes.

Tom Hubberstone did a 24hour comic that describes in heartbreaking detail, what it’s like to live with Crohn’s disease. Lovely artwork and good storytelling. What really fascinates me though is rather than focusing on what the disease is, he tells of the effect it has had on life, a text book case of showing as opposed to telling.

We’re talking revolution here, man.



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I use to think I lived on the technological edge and for a while I probably did.

Latley though, I realized I’m actually out in the suburbs. And that’s ok. Reading through all the many ways that people use the web (we won’t even get into phone tech) to try to relay or collect info is like going through quicksand, there’s so much and you get bogged down with it all. There’s RSS and newsreaders, flickr, bloglines, icerocket, comments, tracks, im, my space, livejournal, feedburner, technorati. If you recognize most of those names, you’ll realize that there’s a lot of crossover, but I have to wonder, is it really necessary. Sure it’s great to see so much neat stuff being done, but it’s overkill, really. Email still works if you need to reach someone, you know?


But all of it is a whole new way of interacting with people you never could have met before, so whole ways of communicating are being invented and not all of them will be around forever , let alone 2 years from now. As others have noted, a lot of it is based on networking, ie meeting people with similar likes and/or goals. Wouldn’t you like to meet all the other people who like that wierd little movie you love that no one else you know has heard of it? or least know where they are and what they’re into, so you can find more media?

Heh, this thing started off as bitching session, but it’s turning into a two minute love. Mostly because as overwhelming as it can seem sometimes, it can all be turned off, you know. Nobody said you HAD to leave on the edge, just visit when you feel like it. ‘Cause a lot of it is great.

What fascinates me about it is the speed of it all how it keeps getting faster. It’s never too much for the edge, things STILL seem slow. Reminds me of a regular test I do with any new, superfast computer that I can get my hands. I immediately open up Photoshop, set the dpi to something insane and try to do something simple, like draw a brush stroke. If that goes quickly enough ie as fast as I’m thinking, then I try something more complex and see how quickly I do that. and so and so until Photoshop begins to bog dow and I see that little progress bar, meaning I have to wait, meaning my mind is having to slow down for the world.

That’s where we’re moving with all this, even if we don’t realize it, even if there’s no set goal in mind. We want everything to go as fast as we can think it, from email, to voice, to searching for info, to creating new things, we want the outer world to go as fast as the inner world. Yeah, we may have been prey for lions and huddling in caves waiting for winter to pass, but screw all that, we’re going to make the world act on our terms.