Around the Internet

- Walmart’s new logo looks alarmingly like a bubble popping, which is strangely apropos given the role of Walmart in the economic collapse that we face. Alternately, were the designers thinking that it looked like an asterisk? Were they implying that Walmart comes with exceptions? There’s something subtly apocalyptic about either connotation. Next time, I suggest that they just use a skull and crossbones. At least that has the connotation of ‘sexy pirates’.


- My spellcheck wanted me to replace ‘Blu-Ray’ with ‘blurry’. I think that’s a pretty good definition of irony.

- If you kill someone with a drill, you can comfortably say that they were bored to death.

- Scareglow. Scareglow is really neat. I have a strange affection for toys depicting skeletons and skulls – which explains my irrational enjoyment of Ghost Rider, aesthetically.


I have one or two old, old packs of Polaroid film left, and a trusty Spectra AF camera. They stopped making the film a few years back, and I mourned the loss. There’s something about the sleepy contrast and selectively hard/soft edges of everything captured on Polaroid film that takes it out of time, that makes it weirdly immortal, that keeps it almost precisely how our memory will perceive it twenty years later. It’s analog, like us, and imperfect, like us, and it’s such a human medium that halting the production of Polaroid film feels a little like genocide. Like my romancing of LPs, the quiet, slow science of chemicals fighting between thin sheets of film to give us a small part of what was is beautiful.

This resulted in The Impossible Project.

The passionate response to this has recently provoked Polaroid to start production of Polaroid Instant Film cameras again, in conjunction with the reverse-engineered science that The Impossible Project generated. Polaroid also released a celebratory package of vintage Polaroid equipment in October for $430. Only eight were made. The Polaroid website is still exhausting their supply of remaining film, but at expensive prices. $2 to take one photograph on the Spectra AF is a steep price, but art is not cheap.

I spent one of my last packs of Polaroid film on Coney Island a couple of years back. It was the last summer before THOR was to come in and destroy countless years of history, so I kept what I could, and I kept in the most immortal way I could think of.


They’ve also developed an amazing little film called ‘Fade To Black‘, which only works with a relatively expensive variety of camera. Over the course of 24 hours, your photograph fades into view, and then becomes deeper and darker, until it completely fades into darkness. The process can be stopped, scanned, or slightly rejuvenated by placing the dead photo into the sun ‘for a few weeks’. The PDF manual presented by the website presents some photos that perfectly exemplify why I love them.

Art moves in four dimensions at once, and back and forth through all of them.

I’m not into guns. Or football, or whatever it is that dudes are supposed to be into. But I love fantasy guns. I collect them, given the chance.

I collected the Go Hero Buck Rogers Disintegrator Pistol.

I won a Hellboy II 1:1 scale Samaritan. Which is gigantic.

Now, thanks to the fine folks at WETA, I’ve come upon my first Dr. Grordbort piece – the line of imaginary steampunky rayguns that turned me on to the whole raygun thing in the first place (and had me sketching my own for a few months).

I write about the Righteous Bison HERE.

I write about the mini-Victorious Mongoose HERE.



I saw a link to this on Digg :

They asked for a comment that would sum up this image in the fewest possible words. Being a person who never backs down from a verbal brevity challenge (as evidenced herein) (note the irony) I commented :


And apparently, I totally won some DVD/CD combo pack for being one of the best comments out of 300+. Because I’m fuckin’ invincible.

I’ve been doing some internet researchifying for my Halloween Steampunk costume, limiting myself to those things which existed at the turn of the century (but stretching the definitions to extend into the 1940s, because nixie tubes pretty much give me pleasures that only ex-girlfriends have been able to match). And because I’ve been blessed with a voluminous forest of facial hair (which decided to sprout after a relationship went sour), I’ve begun to research era-appropriate mustaches.

I think I’m going with this one :

mustacheCredit where credit is due, this is borrowed from an amazing mustache blog that specializes in rare and antique mustaches, which I will heretofore link permanently in the sidebar – because it’s just that keen. If I do say so myself, restructuring my own face-canvas for a costume I’ll be wearing for an evening is fucking dedication. That, and I haven’t been to a party in a very long time. And I spent three days building a raygun with a tiny, color-changing rave light in it. So yeah, gonna hit this thing running.

Here’s a video of the raygun after I dropped the mechanics into it, but before I finished painting it :

And here’s some other crap :

In researching ‘the Steampunk costume’, I came across a debate which posited an interesting perspective : is Steampunk a costume, or is it a way of life? While the ‘authentic’ staunch defenders of Steampunk seemed adamant that this is simply a mode of everyday dress, I’m inclined to say ‘get a fucking life’ as well. The clothes look great, but we’re talking about a fictional universe that doesn’t exist. We’re not talking about a sexual orientation or having superpowers.

“As someone who dresses like this daily, I don’t know whether to be insulted or flattered. Many “Steampunks” don’t consider what they wear a costume or something you just wear one day out of the year. I know a fireman who can’t understand why anyone would dress up as a fireman on Halloween.” – BSTI (whose profile link leads to some website about socks. How un-Steampunk.

Unless you’ve retrofitted your car to run on coal or have a computer that runs on gears and turbines, I’m disinclined to believe that you’re really adhering to this as a ‘lifestyle’. It’s not like you were born into a dirigible and cannot adjust to modern forms of travel. When you call it a ‘lifestyle’, I can’t help but make immediate comparisons to furries. Is that what you want, Steampunks?

I’ve been collecting this shit since the early 90s. For this costume, I already had the top hat, three pairs of goggles, tons of brass fittings and clock gears, and I didn’t have to buy a single thing to make my raygun. This doesn’t make me more authentic than anyone else.

It all comes down to whether or not you call your attire ‘clothes’ or ‘costume’, and how seriously you think that you need to take yourself. A hint for anyone who wants to live a remotely fulfilling life : don’t. Don’t take yourself seriously. I have at least three shirts with Darth Vader on them, but I’m not telling people that I’m a Sith Lord. At least I don’t tell girls that.

This weekend on CQ, I explore my summer vacation collecting tokens and the sudden value of some old action figures thank to Spike Jonze.



This is Shane Lee. He is admittedly schizophrenic and on medication. He has a YouTube channel that is full of him singing songs and homophobic rants.

And it is hilarious. That is all.

I’m a little obsessed with Christian Weston Chandler.

At first, you feel sorry for him. Then, you realize that his ‘autism’ qualifies him for tons of free government money every month that he squanders on Playstation and porn, he refuses to get a job, and repeatedly does ridiculous things on the internet. So much so that he’s had his own horrific wiki dedicated to him. It’s an endless parade of tragic and hilarious. It’s obvious that he’s not stupid, just amazingly unaware of how the world functions – presumably because he’s never had to really interact with it. This is a guy who has been kicked out of various malls and stores because he sits around with a sign begging for a girlfriend. This is a guy who draws very detailed, disproportionate comics about his own characters having sex.

Today, he is very angry about ‘dang dirty trolls’ on the internet. Cardboard everywhere is terrified.

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