
Poster for a film trilogy I started watching today: Red Riding (2010, or 2009 if you’re British)
“This is the North. And we do what we want.”
Seeing the trilogy in 2 weeks, in one sitting. Super excited.
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Poster for a film trilogy I started watching today: Red Riding (2010, or 2009 if you’re British)
“This is the North. And we do what we want.”
Seeing the trilogy in 2 weeks, in one sitting. Super excited.


It’s almost Santa’s Birthday!
WILD HOGS 2 (LAMENT) - please enjoy this and send along to Disney.
Skies of Glory is an iPhone game that I downloaded because it’s free. It’s kind of fun. The most interesting thing about it is that you get to customize the look of your WWII fighter pilot by choosing from a number of sepia photos of men in uniform. The first one, the default photo, looks like this:

That is clearly me. There is no question about it. Not my facial hair or shirt, but clearly me. Upon seeing this for the first time I thought the game had taken a picture from my photo library and turned me into a fighter pilot, but it hadn’t. It had sucked my soul into the game through the microphone port. I hate when that happens.
(via azizisbored)
For street cleaning, every side of every block in most of Brooklyn becomes a no-parking zone for about two hours each week. (This is one of the reasons why having a car in Brooklyn sucks: you need to leave your parking spot and find a new one, which is nearly impossible, at least twice a week. Or pay $340/month for a garage, which doesn’t reduce the $250/month insurance.)
Park Slope uniformly performs this crazy maneuver during street cleaning: nearly every car double-parks against the other side of the street, forming a solid, perfect second row of cars.
Nobody gets ticketed. There’s some sort of understanding between the residents and the police that apparently exempts this double-parking from being a ticketed offense.
Street cleaning is usually done from 9:something to 10:something in the morning, after which everyone gets back into their double-parked cars and switches back to the freshly cleaned side of the street.
I’m curious how the system works:
- How did this start?
- Is there any formal organization of it?
- Are there rules? Do people get the same spot and just switch sides, or do they take whatever they can get? Is it a huge offense to drive up and park in the cleaned zone before the corresponding double-parked car has a chance to move back?
- Don’t most of these people have jobs? Who’s moving all of these cars back at 10:30 AM on a weekday?
- Can you hire someone to perform this shuffle every week while you’re at work for less than the cost of using a parking garage or getting a lot of parking tickets? If it’s a paid service, what happens if the driver can’t get your spot back?
Nobody told us these things when we moved here. They just gave us a refrigerator magnet about recycling.
Working in Park Slope I wonder the same thing. And thank the Lord I don’t have a car.
Rainy post-party Sunday. This is what it sounds like.
Glenn reveals that Simon & Schuster urged him to give his story the happy ending we just saw, and that in reality, Mom didn’t come back. In reality reality, Glenn Beck’s dad didn’t die at all, his parents divorced when he was 13, and his mother actually died a few years later, in what he says was a suicide. So this whole thing turns out to be a dream within a memoir, which he’s turned into a work of fiction, which he altered on his publishers’ advice, which he’s broadcasting himself live watching himself perform a year ago. And actually on a three-hour delay for us here on the West Coast. Jesus, now I’m starting to cry.
Great cover, but check out the original as well. Oh Canada…