1. *Crash*Boom*Tinkle*Click*

    Like when you wander past one of those closed up shops where there’s nothing but dead flies and sun-faded holiday decorations in the window but yet the mail gets collected, there’s sometimes lights on and you know, just know that someone’s maintaining some minimum presence at this shop… and then when you don’t expect it at all a wild-eyed derelict bursts through the door shaking unidentifiable PRODUCT under your nose insisting you won’t find a better price anywhere.

    Like that. Just like that. Yes, I’m aware we haven’t posted anything since July. We’ve been busy watching the colossal wave of mediocrity swelling to a peak… looming over everything we hold dear… and just starting to break.


  2. Down the Paranoia Hole: Snopes’ Rumors of War

    For anyone looking to take a trip down the memory lane of rumors and hearsay past, Snopes’ “Rumors of War” section provides an excellent resource for digging through what happened, didn’t happen and was said to have happened, related to 9/11 and the subsequent spasms compiled into the narrative of the American “War on Terror”.  The anecdotes like “Time magazine is considering designating Osama bin Laden their Man of the Year for 2001″ (true) and “Hospitals experience a sharp increase in births nine months after September 11″ (false) are given the critical eye, providing for interesting reading.

    What a valuable resource for recreating the mood around these events.  By providing a record of the sort of urban legends, misinformation and anecdotes that were passed around, Snopes brings back the emotion of those times in a way that a straight factual record fails to do. It’s also a great starting place for a search on half-remembered things from the confusing aftermath of 9/11.


  3. Adam Curtis Says You're as Crazy as Richard Nixon

    In summary: the media is a vast jabbering mouth screaming all the ways you will die in terrible pain and loneliness.  Why the hell would we let a wretched creature like that in the room?

    Well, because maybe, just maybe, it might finally cough up a scrap of truth.  And we’re wired to hang onto that hope.

    I recommend you embrace doom, joyfully.