By the way I’m filtering some Popov through a Britain right now. After I’ve run it through a few times I’m going to see how much of a difference it makes. Then I’m going to marinate two bags of humming bears in it for a few days. I love being between gigs.
And then… The opening scroll happens. “The taxation of trade routes to outlaying star systems is in dispute.” Frank, this is (in Lucas’s mind) the first moment of the first movie of his most epic franchise. “The taxation of trade routes to outlaying star systems is in dispute.” This is the note that starts out the greatest space adventure of our generation. “The taxation of trade routes to outlaying star systems is in dispute.” MOTHERFUCKER.
I don’t care how smart you are…
I don’t trust anyone who does not ask questions.
You can’t learn if you do not ask. And you will not win if you do not learn.
I was just telling someone last night to stop apologizing for asking so many questions - it’s what differentiates smart people from everyone else.
Just a reminder.
Emphasis mine, mostly at points where I found myself shaking my head in disbelief.
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“A verbal argument ensued and Brown pulled the vehicle over on an unknown street, reached over Robyn F. [Rhianna] with his right hand, opened the car door and attempted to force her out. Brown was unable to force Robyn F. out of the vehicle because she was wearing a seat belt. When he could not force her to exit, he took his right hand and shoved her head against he passenger window of the vehicle, causing an approximate one-inch raised circular contusion.
[She] turned to face Brown and he punched her in the left eye with his right hand. He then drove away in the vehicle and continued to punch her in the face with his right hand while steering the vehicle with his left hand. The assault caused Robyn F.’s mouth to fill with blood and blood to splatter all over her clothing and the interior of the vehicle.
Brown looked at Robyn F. and stated, ‘I’m going to beat the sh— out of you when we get home! You wait and see!’ “
The detective said “Robyn F.” then used her cell phone to call her personal assistant Jennifer Rosales, who did not answer. Robyn F. pretended to talk to her and stated, ‘I’m on my way home. Make sure the police are there when I get there.’ After Robyn F. faked the call, Brown looked at her and stated, ‘You just did the stupidest thing ever! Now I’m really going to kill you!’
Brown resumed punching Robyn F. and she interlocked her fingers behind her head and brought her elbows forward to protect her face. She then bent over at the waist, placing her elbows and face near her lap in [an] attempt to protect her face and head from the barrage of punches being levied upon her by Brown. [He] continued to punch Robyn F. on her left arm and hand, causing her to suffer a contusion on her left triceps (sic) that was approximately two inches in diameter and numerous contusions on her left hand.
Brown pulled Robyn F. close to him and bit her on her left ear. She was able to feel the vehicle swerving from right to left as Brown sped away. He stopped the vehicle in front of 333 North June Street and Robyn F. turned off the car, removed the key from the ignition and sat on it. [He] did not know what she did with the key and began punching her in the face and arms. He then placed her in a head lock positioning the front of her throat between his bicep and forearm. Brown began applying pressure to Robyn F.’s left and right carotid arteries, causing her to be unable to breathe and she began to lose consciousness.
She reached up with her left hand and began attempting to gouge his eyes in an attempt to free herself. Brown bit her left ring and middle fingers and then released her. While Brown continued to punch her, she turned around and placed her back against the passenger door. She brought her knees to her chest, placed her feet against Brown’s body and began pushing him away. Brown continued to punch her on the legs and feet, causing several contusions.
Robyn F. began screaming for help and Brown exited the vehicle and walked away. A resident in the neighborhood heard Robyn F.’s plea for help and called 911, causing a police response. Brown sent a text message nine days later apologizing.
In the text message, Brown apologized for what he had done to Robyn F. and advised [Rihanna’s assistant] Ford that he was going to get help.”
- The police report details from Chris Brown’s assault on Rihanna (Source)
Ken Ehlrich, Executive Producers of The Grammy Awards three years later:
- “[The Grammys] were the victim of what happened,”
- “I don’t even want to use the word eligible - but you know, it’s time,”
- “We’re glad to have him back.”
I’d like to point out that in all likelihood this is not a direct quote because Rick Santorum would never directly address a woman - they aren’t worthy of his attention.
(via rachelfershleiser)
It’s all about choice. See, by only providing content through locked down, time limited, location restricted methods, the studios are actually giving us a lot more choices in how we consume our content. Dirty pirates can only consume their content in one way: no encryption, HD, and worldwide. But the studios give us an unending stream of different choices that provide real value to their content. Maybe you want DRM that requires a constant connection to the internet. They have that. Maybe you DRM that limits you to only certain devices. They have that. Maybe you want content that’s purposefully degraded. They have that. Maybe you want to be able to watch content only in the US. They have that. Canada? They have that too. Content that expires after 48 hours? No problem. Maybe you want to have to watch it in the theater? They got you covered. The depth and breadth of choices that the studios provide is something that the evil pirates just cannot cover. The other day I asked someone at the pirate bay for an encrypted copy of The Grey that would only play on my computer for a week and they couldn’t do it!
Comment by an Anonymous Coward at Techdirt: Yet Another (Yes Another!) Study Suggests Hollywood’s Problem Is Dumb Release Windows That Cost It Money (via wilwheaton)
This is a brilliant comment, and worthy of another brilliant comment by someone dominating an industry that’s been far more affected by piracy than either film or television: Gabe Newell of Valve Software:
We think there is a fundamental misconception about piracy. Piracy is almost always a service problem and not a pricing problem. If a pirate offers a product anywhere in the world, 24 x 7, purchasable from the convenience of your personal computer, and the legal provider says the product is region-locked, will come to your country 3 months after the US release, and can only be purchased at a brick and mortar store, then the pirate’s service is more valuable.
(via wilwheaton)
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Grammys: Sasha Pasulka already said everything that needs to be said about this, but it bears repeating again forever.
[andylevy.]
Reblogging for both the tweet and the above linked Sasha Pasulka post.](http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/spytap/17526883268/1/tumblr_lzb5vetF3n1qzpwi0)
Grammys: Sasha Pasulka already said everything that needs to be said about this, but it bears repeating again forever.
[andylevy.]
Reblogging for both the tweet and the above linked Sasha Pasulka post.
(via evangotlib)
Getting the new girl washed.
If you’ll note, he has not been on the Grammys for the past few years and it may have taken us a while to kind of get over the fact that we were the victim of what happened.
Grammy Executive Producer Ken Ehrlich, confirming Chris Brown’s appearance on tonight’s show.
Let’s not mince words here. Ken, you weren’t “the victim” of shit. You were inconvenienced by the fact that a couple years ago, one of your performers committed felony assault by beating the absolute shit out of another one of your performers the night before your show. Rihanna had to go to the hospital, you had to fill some fucking airtime. She was the victim; you were an EP with bad judgment - judgment that you’ve proven hasn’t improved in the intervening years.
Fuck you, and fuck the show you rode in on. You want to celebrate this asshole by saying “We’re glad to have him back…”? You can do it without me - I won’t participate. You weren’t “the victim of what happened” here, and it’s fucking insulting for you to say so - it’s insulting to actual victims of domestic violence and assault, it’s insulting to people who work with those victims, and it’s insulting to anyone with an ounce of compassion.
So fuck you Ken Ehrlich, fuck the Grammy Awards, and fuck Chris Brown just for good measure. I honestly cannot fathom how you could have made a bad decision even more offensive.
Grammy Exec. Producer Says ‘It’s Time’ Chris Brown Returned - ABC News
See previous post for context.
Maybe the best episode of Top Gear they’ve ever done. Also, the reason millions of people recently considered buying a yellow Opel Kadett.
© 2011 Rebecca Head
Based on a true story. A really stupid one.
For a simple gag, the coloring on this officially took me TOO LONG. Initially I was adding gradient to each individual color section, and it came out way too “For Better or for Worse” (which is still one of my favorite newspaper comics, but still, not really what I am going for.)
Also : I am really short.
Also also: this comic makes my hair look about 10x cooler than it actually is.
Oh man, been there.
Physics and gin mix a little too well sometimes.
I laughed a little too hard at this.
For a little movie without special effects, dramatic reveals, or cutting-edge sex scenes—a movie about nothing at all, really—Barry Levinson’s 1982 comedy, Diner, caused a tectonic shift in popular culture. It paved the way for Seinfeld, Pulp Fiction, The Office, and Judd Apatow’s career, and made stars of Mickey Rourke, Kevin Bacon, Ellen Barkin, and Paul Reiser. Three decades later, S. L. Price reports how a novice director and his raw cast broke all the rules—and stumbled into genius.
