Garfunkel and Oates

In case any of my peeps haven’t heard of these gals, they are a barrel of foul-mouthed acoustic monkeys. Named after two of rock’s great also-rans, Kate Micucci and Riki Lindhome write and perform funny songs. Wait, don’t run away. They really are funny, unlike 90% of novelty song acts. Micucci has also done some comic acting on shows like Scrubs and Raising Hope.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EXPcBI4CJc8

“Sex With Ducks” is probably their best video–one of the only actual videos they’ve done. They’re not particularly rich and are semi-famous on a good day, so many of their clips are just homemade clips of them performing together in a living room. Other songs to check out are “Fuck You,” “My Gay Boyfriend,” and “This Party Just Took a Turn For the Douche.”

One thing about the cold

It focuses you. Fast. No matter how groggy, how distracted, how indolent you were feeling, 12-degree air and a biting wind snaps you with an immediate awareness of your own body. I say this with no intention of snideness–my Southern brethren and sistern do not know what this feels like. It’s just after sunrise at 8 in the morning, you’re hoping at least one of the car doors isn’t frozen shut so you can get the others open, you’re praying the extra $30 you spent on the high-amp car battery was worth it, you grab the scraper to get the ice off the windshield, but it’s the stubborn hard frost that doesn’t want to slide off so it just gets scored by the plastic scraper and takes three times as long, your legs go numb even beneath the thick work pants and long johns, after five minutes the car heater still won’t actually come on and do any good, and you fervently wish to not need your ungloved hand for even a second. There’s a certain triumph to all this, though. Even with modern technology there’s a sense of accomplishment, organization, survival. You’ve got your charged cell phone, blanket and water in the car, the $400 set of snow tires, white knuckles on the wheel, your eyes are darting ahead on the road for anyone who’s slid off (not that they’ll necessarily need help, but it warns you about the slippery patches), you’re squinting a little through the slice of windshield that doesn’t keep wanting to frost over, and you know that with a full, warm belly and your best reflexes, you will BEAT WINTER for one more day.

Come and join me, delicious friends…

Lately I have been pretty obsessed with a new browser game. No, it’s no Farmville. I’ve discovered Echo Bazaar, which is kind of a noir Victorian London RPG.

Here’s a description:

“Echo Bazaar is basically a choose-your-own-adventure narrative story that you can play on your web browser. You start in Newgate Prison, with a single focus: get out. There is a deck of six cards but you can only look at one. Deal a card and decide what to do: play or discard?

Most cards offer you a choice: it will outline an action or two with your likelihood of success based on your skills. You can choose one which will use up an action or dismiss the card and then discard it and pull another one. Your cards refresh every seven minutes so once you’ve gone through the initial six, you may find that you have to wait a few minutes for more.

Red-bordered cards have a specific effect and use up an action simply by viewing them. Generally, however, you do not use an action by viewing a card. Either way, you’ll need to use up cards and actions to find a way to get out of Newgate Prison.

As you make choices, you’ll see storylets appear. These are specific to your qualities and connections, so they will change as you progress. In this particular case, you’ll begin to see options for escape based on the choices you’ve made with your Opportunity cards. You’ll need a combination of cards and storylets to make it into Fallen London.

The game is constantly changing with tweaks and new content being added every day. As a result, it’s hard to provide a walk-through of the initial experience…and impossible to detail later gameplay as it is completely dependent on the choices you make.”

You connect to it with either Twitter or FaceBook, but it never posts to your feed without your permission. The creators are a small startup in London and they seem to be staying pretty ethical. There are some interactions you can do with your friends, but mostly the game is played on your own.

If it sounds interesting, come and play with me!

Dreaming of another time

1950s Station Wagon

I'm the goddamn pater familias

There’s an antique car show this weekend. Sitting at lunch I see one drive by . . . not a vintage hot rod or muscle car, but a station wagon from the Fifties. It’s stately, brown, and suburban, and suddenly I want to be in one. I want to be packing the family in the car and driving down a U.S. highway with a pipe clenched in my teeth and a cheap fedora perched on my head. I want to get my picture taken next to a giant ball of twine, see the alligators at a roadside zoo, and be confounded by the Mystery Spot. I want to eat a $2 chicken dinner before stopping in a hotel named after a made-up Indian tribe. I want to fill the old girl up again (at 30 cents a gallon) and just keep driving, driving, driving down a highway of possibilities into a bright Eisenhower future.

Corporations ruin everything

Just a quick link for those of you who may not have seen it: https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2010/08/google-verizon-netneutrality (EFF’s commentary on the Google/Verizon proposal).

I’ve been pretty afraid of a loss of net neutrality since I saw this scary picture:

http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2009/images/10/28/net.neutrality.chart.jpg (Not embedding it because it’s pretty big)

This is our brave new world, people. Here’s hoping it doesn’t come about.

A call back for those of you not on Facebook

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TwnfoxaF74
Two years ago today, I got to do something I spent most of my life thinking I would never be allowed to do. I married the man I love.

Gary and I were married in the rotunda of San Francisco’s City Hall. We were one of the lucky couples who got to marry in California when it was legal for several months before Prop 8 passed. I am very encouraged by the ruling last week that that initiative is unconstitutional. But sadly, American citizens are still being denied the right to marry.

But today, I really want to celebrate the happiness in my life. I love you, Gary. I am so blessed and honored to be sharing my life with you, my darling husband.

The Wingnut Mentality

Much is made about the division between Left and Right in the US, about how partisan we’ve become and what’s to blame, but I think there’s a more fundamental issue here. In all my years of futile arguing with Wing Nuts I’ve started to notice a pattern at work. I don’t think that the division between Left and Right really has much to do with public policy. I think it has everything to do with what I’ll call the Wingnut Worldview. Yeah, everybody’s different and all generalizations are false and blah blah blah, but there seems to be a set of underlying assumptions that permeate right-wing thought in the US. I think the real genius of Fox News and Rush Limbaugh is not that they’re biased – which they clearly are – but that they seem to have a special knack for validating this Wingnut Worldview and breaking down every issue or story so that it fits neatly into that narrative. I’ve run into this again and again in discussions with conservatives, where I’ll pull out facts and figures to support my case only to have them respond with blank stares, since my “facts” don’t seem to jibe with how they *know* the world is. I’m really not trying to say “Hurr Hurr Republicans are stupid!” but I really do think that the two sides talk past each other a lot because of these basic assumptions. Here’s a list of some of the components of the Wingnut Worldview: Continue reading

It’s really too bad his name is Weiner

Maybe you’ve all seen this already, but I just saw it, and I think it’s important to preserve for posterity. I wish I lived in New York so I could vote for this guy.

Anthony Weiner Rips Apart Republicans on 9/11Health Bill

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4zwCMf8dsc

ALSO, this guy was roommates with Jon Stewart! Now I want to vote for him TWICE!

Flush

Seriously, you should flush. I don’t care how nasty the public bathroom is. If you can’t bear to touch the foulness with your immaculate digits, lean back and use your foot. It amazes me that men don’t flush even in nice restaurants sometimes. There is NO excuse.

The following picture is just to give straight guys the willies!

Flush