Mmm Skyscraper…I love you.
Ride the train (dark train) Ride the train (dark train)
*big synth pad here*
Ben loves Optimus Prime. A little too much.
I took some pictures at while at the shop last night. Clicking makes them big.
Woman gives birth on subway train
By Associated Press, 7/30/2003 11:51
BOSTON (AP) A woman gave birth to a boy Wednesday morning on a subway train in
Boston, transit police said.
Passengers said the mother quietly declined their assistance while she was in
labor on the full rush-hour train, said Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority Lt.
Gary Fredericks. He met the train at the JFK stop on the Red Line after train
commuters used cell phones to call for help.
”She didn’t tell anybody, didn’t say a word,” about the birth, Fredericks
said. ”Next thing they knew the baby was on the floor.”
The woman had just gotten off the train with the baby when officers arrived, he
The mother whom Fredericks identified as Joyce Judge, 43, of Braintree and baby
were taken to Boston Medical Center. Police said both were doing well but no
other information was being given.
Underworld loves you. (3mb MP3 download.)
Got the new Client single, “Rock and Roll Machine” and it’s really nice. Sounds like a breakup song between two robots.
The lights were out on the subway. I found it strangely comforting. Lynn sold me her old HP Photosmart. It’s nice.
I guess even history needs to get touched up on occasion. The Freedom Trail.
Sometimes, I read things and get madder and madder and madder. And people wonder why I hate Stan Lee. Gah.
I despise you and your so-called taste. Click here. Your music sucks.
If you’ve ever been young or in love or young and in love at the same time (which I do not recommend,) I heartily endorse your purchasing Craig Thompson’s new work, Blankets. It seemed like Mr. Thompson had disappeared after Good-Bye, Chunky Rice, but he was doing all sorts of scrub illustration work (Nickelodeon, MTV, Marvel, etc) while working on Blankets whenever he could. It manages to deftly avoid being twee and overly self-aware while detailing a long-distance relationship Craig had in his teens. Anyone that’s ever listened to the other just breathe on the other end of the line for two or three minutes will completely understand what he’s detailing for the reader. His voice is unique, going from harsh reality to beautiful moments of poetry without missing a beat, and his art is lucious. The way he depicts Raina makes you fall a little bit in love with her yourself, especially the moments with a single lighting source, where she’s mysterious and somehow vulnerable at the same time. I also have no end of respect for Thompson’s storytelling, which is never obscured by the occasional aside and flashback – he cuts to the heart of the matter despite spending ten or fifteen pages doing things that would annoy the crap out of me if his voice weren’t so strong and clear, much more so than people like Tyler Page and his overly precious Stylish Vittles. Recommended, very very highly. You can order it straight from Top Shelf’s site, which means they get a few more bucks to produce this sort of thing or pick it up at your local comics emporium. It’s now a Star Catalog item through Diamond Distribution, so take no shit from them about ordering it.
“Don’t Copy That Floppy” may be the best video I’ve ever seen. Ever.
Hey, Matt Jeffries died, and nobody told me. Damn. He designed the Enterprise for old-school, good Trek in case you’re wondering.
From The Handsome Mr. Zdarsky.
You, sir, are an upstanding gentleman. I appreciate your enthusiasm towards
my ridiculous comical book. Every time you sell a copy of Prison Funnies,
an angel gets off.
From a post I made on Dirty, talking about recent musical purchases.
The first being four albums by the little known “folk duo” of Simon and Garfunkel. You may know Paul Simon as the fellow who played in that Chevy Chase video for “You Can Call Me Al,” but it’s surprising what talent he had in his youth. While normally not a big fan of “folk music,” the Simon and Garfunkel blend of pop, vocal harmonies, and imagery is quite exciting. I predict that they will one day be rescued from obscurity by people like myself, bravely treading through the Columbia Sale Items at their local purveyor of music.
Sometimes, I even amaze myself.
DAVE GAHAN MUST BE STOPPED BEFORE HE SWEATS ON ALL OF US.
Ew. Ew. Ew. EW.