Tag: Sentential Links

Yup, we’ve reached Installment #86 of Sentential Links. However, we will not be 86ing the series. Just in case anyone was wondering.

:: I had a wild hair and decided to redesign my weblog. (Sean’s is the first blog I ever saw, and aside from changing the contents of his sidebar on occasion, his blog has maintained its look for the entire time — until last week.)

:: Well, here it is. It’s not too pink, is it? (No. It’s more of a faded salmon color, actually. [Little Friends joke there.] Lynn redid her blog’s appearance too.)

:: Every time we receive one message it means we are not receiving something else. (I haven’t commented on the Anna Nicole Smith thing because it just doesn’t interest me, except that I’ve noted what Belladonna notes here — the media focus on her was absurd. I just don’t get it. Her death was the banner headline that day in the Buffalo News, beating out the ongoing trial of a former close associate of the Vice President of the United States. There’s a statement in there about our priorities.)

:: The ESRB is so eager to let me know if the game will torment my ears with bad words, or if my eyes might be scalded by the sight of boobies, but they never tell me what I really want to know: They never warn me that I need to pick up an extra controller or mouse while I’m buying the game, to replace the one I’m inevitably going to smash. (I have got to stop reading Shamus’s blog, because every day I read him I feel my resistance to allowing computer games in the home to slip a little. The other day at Target I very nearly dropped forty bucks on a five-pack of Star Wars games, but luckily for me and my wallet and that pesky marriage thing, I recovered after a self-administered dope-slap. But you can’t go around giving yourself dope-slaps forever; sooner or later their effectiveness wears off, and then you’re just that weird long-haired guy in overalls who keeps slapping himself in public. And believe me, I don’t want to be that guy.)

:: Making a bigger leap, I think that the thread connecting 24, CSI, opposition to anti-bullying legislation, and in the past opposition to anti-lynching statutes is the conviction that society requires extra-legal violence in order to hold together. (Hmmmmm.)

:: So, to summarize: it’s badly paid, the hours are weird, the office environment can be claustrophobic, you can’t get the staff, you’re selling your wares to big corporations who can roll over in their sleep and crush you if you don’t make nice, nobody’s going to give you a champagne reception, a stretch limo or a signing tour, there’s lots of business admin stuff to deal with, and you still have to cram in a normal social life or you’ll go mad.

On the other hand: you’re doing exactly what you always wanted to do (or you’d get frustrated and go do something else). And what could be better than that?

:: I’ve recently received permission from Ian Hamet to explain the events behind his mysterious disappearance from the Web last July, and his enigmatic reappearance in mid-October. The tale’s not quite as lurid as the fevered imaginings that had me calling the American consulate on Ian’s behalf, but it’ll do.

:: I’m a latecomer to the horror genre. Aside from a couple Steven King movie adaptions, the required Edgar Allen Poe poetry (standard for any budding young Goth), and weekends rolling dice over my Vampire character sheet as a teenager I didn’t bother with the genre much.

Enough for now. Tune back in next week for more exciting stuff.

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Wherein we provide divers Links to other Blogges as time Permits, and wherein the Reader clicks them in their Fashion.

:: So it’s over and we face seven whole months without football.

:: I don’t mind people thanking God in these things, but I AM uncomfortable with the notion that God is on a particular coach’s or team’s side. Was God rooting for Tony Dungy, by all accounts a good Christian man, over Lovie Smith, who is theologically likewise? Somehow, I doubt God cares. Maybe, when I get to heaven, She’ll set me straight. (As George Carlin sagely noted, you never hear the losing team thanking God, do you? “The Good Lord tripped me up behind the line of scrimmage!”)

:: I cannot take full credit for blogrollosity. (Hmmm…is that a word? Well, it is now! I’ve been meaning to blogroll this guy, and probably will on my next edit of the blogroll. My solution, by the way, to the “blogroll a mile long” problem was to move my blogroll off my main page and into a post of its own, which is prominently linked on the main page. And I note that even in the act of recreating his blogroll from scratch, Atrios still isn’t bothering to alphabetize it!)

:: It’s time to revive the biosphere projects of the early 1990s. Given the private sector’s recent enthusiasm to develop space tourism technologies, perhaps another X Prize is in order. (I defy you to read this blog and not come away thinking about something.)

:: I can’t imagine the World Series without the Yankees, cars without gas tanks, books without covers, Greenland without glaciers, living happily in Dallas, shopping at a mall, keeping ferrets as pets, any social situation in which Joe Lieberman is taken seriously, anybody but Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes, and a world in which I’ve been dead and forgotten so long that I might as well never have existed.

:: Work is going to be a much bleaker environment without my pal.

:: And now I am going to do something unseemly. I am going to respond by reviewing my own book. (Me too. My book stinks. There, how easy was that!*)

:: Help me. Tell me something profound. (A short post, better appreciated for the funny comment thread on which I make a cameo appearance, sticking up for Buckaroo Banzai.)

:: I think I found the nirvana of stew: Guinness stew. (I’m not the biggest fan of Guiness, but this sounds distinctly intriguing!)

All for now. More next Monday!

* No, I don’t think my book stinks.

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Eighty-six of these posts (assuming I’ve numbered them correctly)! How cool is that!

Well, not all that cool, I suppose. But here are some links anyway:

:: Well, you know what they say about the size of a man’s foot, don’t you? (I staunchly refuse to post my shoe size here.)

:: I like Cheetos, dammit! And I am not a right wingnut! (That’s the entirety of his post, but I like his point. When did Cheetos become the default stereotypical snack of lunatics and weirdos?)

:: Beltway Insiders prefer to see politics as high school, which is to say as a constant struggle for status and popularity among the cool kids.

:: This show came along at just the right time to give sci-fi a jolt it desperately needed. (Drew is reviewing the entirety of Firefly; this is the first in his series of posts doing so. I haven’t watched the entire series yet myself, so is it true that there is no FTL drive on the ships in that show? If so, I just don’t get how the whole cosmology can work, unless they’re in a single solar system with an oddly large number of planets; but then, how can all the outer worlds still exist under Earthlike conditions? Sure, they say they’re terraforming, but you can’t turn Pluto into an Earthlike world; it’s too far from the Sun. Is there something I’m missing?)

:: After the jump, therefore, I present to you: the many middle names of the Son of Man. (Some material here may offend.)

:: I haven’t found much time to write here in recent months, but I’d like to start a new recurring feature: The Scary Fundie Series. (Hoo-boy, this looks like a fun series in the making.)

:: It amazes me how many people who lack even a good layman’s understanding of climate, are willing to dismiss modern climate science as foolishness motivated by greed for research grants. People who have never written a single line of computer code will ridicule computer models as “not worth the electricity to run them.” Folks who spend hours perusing websites, often digesting denialist propaganda, will proclaim that they have somehow seen further than the thousands of climate scientists who have spent a lifetime studying it in detail. (I like that word: “denialist”. That could be useful.)

:: Not only that, Jobs is playing with fire: the iPhone is surprisingly limited and uninspired in its feature set. Competitors will look to exploit its limitations.

:: That’s the big debate, isn’t it: whether or not we are in control of our own actions. Predestination…free will…biological machines…these are the terms which have shaped this debate. (Wow, am I ever out of practice when it comes to thinking about such things!)

All for this week. Tune in again….

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OK, here we are, a couple of days late. I got my story done and submitted last night; when it predictably loses the competition, I’ll post it here.

Anyway, this week’s links. My randomly applied rule for this week is that none of these blogs are on my blogroll, and most of them are blogs I’ve never read before. I’ve picked blogs that are on my blogroll and looked at their blogrolls. (I think that makes sense.) Not one of these blogs has ever been linked here before! So here we go:

:: And this is why I think Brooklyn is such an extraordinary place right now. Take a walk from the North Slope across Grand Army, then down Eastern Parkway. Where else in the country can you go from the houses of world-famous authors and movie stars to Hasidic Jews and working-class African-Americans all in the space of about twenty blocks? And all with the lowest crime rate of any big city in the country.

:: I don’t think the world outside academia knows what offprints are any more, if they ever did. (I sure didn’t. Interesting!)

:: That said, here are some things I think you should know if you want to get a small college job: (Ah, academia! Once I thought I was headed there. And then I headed instead for the world of retail and power tools.)

:: For reasons I don’t fully understand, Damage’s new costume – that of a Mexican wrestler themed after a combination of Hourman and Atom Smasher, apparently – rocks the internationally recognized warning sign for biological hazards instead of his old go-to costume design element, the symbol for radiation.

:: If you can find a local radio station that plays new music (or, even rarer, one that fits the original mold of radio, cycling old stuff with new hits), you’re not going to find a lot of “pretty” music. It’s either rap, repetitively mind-numbing (and usually crude) hip-hop, or cookie monster vocals over banks of droning steroidal guitars.

:: As I thought over the email from my friend, it occurred to me (as I suspect she intended) that I wasn’t really a “blogger” as much as I was a “storyteller”. Blogging just provides me a vehicle to reach a bigger audience.

:: I understand as the game MVP God will get a 2007 Honda Element and an Hawaiian vacation.

:: Quick, mark your calendar! January 25 is Rabbie Burns’s birthday—-St. Andrew’s Societies all over the world will be celebrating. (Heavens, that’s tomorrow! One of the gapingest of holes in my personal library is my lack of a collection of Robert Burns poetry and song. Maybe I’ll make that one of my first purchases at the new Borders when it opens…or maybe I’ll just grab one at the old Borders, seeing as how I’m not picky about such stuff.)

:: Friends of Jane Yolen (another wildly prolific writer) used to speculate that Jane had a magic watch capable of stopping time, putting everyone else in suspended animation while she obtained a few extra hours for herself each day.

:: Kev tagged me with the “5 things you don’t know about me” meme last week. I considered doing an “Amazing…But False!” selection (as the set of things that people don’t know about me encompasses more than just true facts), but I eventually decided on a David Cronenberg body horror version. (GAHHH!)

All for now. Man, is there an embarrassment of riches out there in Blogistan. I need to travel more!

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OK, folks, here are the Sentential Links that have been nominated by various readers of this blog. Enjoy. Most of these I’ve never seen before!

:: And I think “that’s great you’re a dumbass and a mother.”

::
The breeze blew in from the ocean, the flags around the courtyard flowed and dipped, and a silver wind gauge spun…counter-clockwise.

:: And last, I must say that the Salvation Army bell ringer is not a real human being in anyone’s mind. There’s the pot and the sound of the bell and you, standing there like a cartoon character. The feeling of being a part of the scenery was so profound that when my shift was over and I walked into the Wal-Mart to buy a coke, it felt strange being allowed to walk among the people.

:: You’re not allowed to kill civilians.

:: (A follow-up to the preceding one)

:: That sentence, deliberately, lacks specificity. The “you” is universal — it refers to everyone. No one is allowed to kill civilians.

:: This sad, angry woman has somehow been convinced that it is impossible to believe in God without also believing in an illiterately literal reading of Genesis 1:16. She’s painted herself into a corner in which she must reject not only evolution, but the existence of the dark side of the moon. She is forced to regard Neil Armstrong as the pawn of Satan.

:: “No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die.”

:: That brings me down to earth, to every kindness, to every privilege I have ever known my whole life long. I light the candles, first one, than the other, hoping that the man will find the love he needs. That his friend will see his path unfolding before him, and that I will have the eyes to see it for myself, the next time sadness finds me, the next time I fear all hope is lost.

:: A dingy pink dump of a bar. SNOW WHITE polishes glassware behind the bar counter. CINDERELLA enters on crutches and sits down at the bar. A WOMAN WITH A CREWCUT, wearing an ugly burlap shirt and pants, sits at the other end of the bar, swigging a beer. SLEEPING BEAUTY is slumped over the bar. Asleep.

:: Today is my father’s birthday. He was born in 1926 and died in August of 1986, just shy of 60.

:: My wife can now claim to have fulfilled her lifelong fantasy of being manhandled on her bed by a large, strapping man in uniform.

Unfortunately, it was not her husband, there were actually six of them, and not a one had taken the time to wipe the snow off their boots on the way in.

:: Do you remember the other day, the day when I dropped you off at the SeaTac airport?

:: This is one of the weirdest damn songs ever to chart.

Thanks to Aaron, Mary, Scotty, Tal, and Roger for their submissions.

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Here are this week’s links, as selected by my rigorous selection committee. Except it’s not a committee. And it’s not that rigorous, either.

:: The idea, however, that at this moment in history one could still regard a Bush-Carter foreign policy comparison as unflattering to Bush is preposterous.

:: So, as we start the 45-day “month” of Black History, think about how people of different ethnicities can get real without rancor. And please let me know what that looks like.

:: I will never give up on the delicious experience of curling up in a cozy chair with a good book…but the chance to make use of car time to get lost in some stories is something I appreciate as well. (See, I’ve never really been able to get into the audio-book thing. I’d rather listen to sports-talk radio and yell at the hosts or the callers, or listen to the classical station and play “Name that composer!” in my head.)

:: I think there needs to be a basic unit of measurement for home repair, a way to gauge how long it will take to get a particular tinkering or puttering job done.

The Tinker Unit or t.u. (Seems like every week Lance writes a post that makes me want to kill myself because I didn’t write it. This is the one. I’m not sure if there’s any proper way to measure a unit of time for a ‘tinker unit’, but I’d posit the difference between a putter and a tinker as a tinker being a job where the right tool is not immediately obvious, and may actually involve using a tool for something other than its intended purpose. But you have to be careful here; this presupposes a knowledge of tools. Throwing some paint on a bare patch of fence doesn’t go from “putter” to “tinker” just because you used a brand-new chisel to open the paint can.)

:: I’m sure you’ve noticed that the threat of bad weather always sets off a shopping frenzy. (It does? Really? Hmmmm….)

:: Humanity’s Prime Directive should not be avoidance, but instead compassionate action. (Lynn pointed this one out. Looks like a very fascinating blog. This post is about the Prime Directive on Star Trek, which I’ve never been able to make up my mind about. I think that the idea is that moral lessons are best learned the hard way, and human interference removes the hard way, so to speak. But sometimes, as in the example episode this blogger cites, the resulting non-interference seems at least as morally wrong as the interference, if not moreso.)

:: The question now is, what do I do with them? (You play Godzilla and stomp on them, of course!)

:: A proper digital classical music store has finally arrived on the Web. (Oh, wow. I’ve been mulling over upgrading to DSL ever since we upgraded to this spiffy new computer, and this may be the deciding factor.)

:: A short story that starts with a guy whipping it out can only end in disaster.

All for this week. As noted, the “Special Edition” of Sentential Links, comprising reader-nominated links to the best things they read in 2006, will appear sometime later this week. So for the LOVE OF GOD, if you have a submission in that regard, SPEAK NOW!!!

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OK, I’m going to keep the submissions open for Reader Submitted Best of 2006 for another week, seeing as how only two people have submitted anything. Come on, folks! You have to have read something on some blog, somewhere, during 2006 that you think deserves a better fate than to forever languish in the archives of some blog or other! Find the rough guidelines here.

And now on with this week’s links. This week’s edition is more political than most, for some reason. It all goes with my mood.

:: Pajamas Media may have just fathered its own self-inflicted Rathergate.

:: Actually, if liberals had in fact “desperately wanted to lose” the Iraq war, they’d have proceeded precisely as G.W. Bush has: half-assedly, with no exit strategy, and then incompetently at every turn thereafter.

But for some reason, wingnuts keep pretending that it’s the left that wants to lose, when it’s quite clear that the problem is that the right has no idea how to win.

:: It appears that Republicans were against flip-floppers before they were for them.

:: Any argument for more war is, in the eyes of the Washington Establishment, always, by definition “serious.” We invaded a country, unleashed the greatest strategic disaster in our history, wrought complete chaos and anarchy in that country, have squandered hundreds of billions of dollars and thousands upon thousands of lives, and now some want to send still more troops and escalate what we have been doing? That’s a very “serious argument.” (Two links to the same blog, but the posts have different authors.)

:: For a long time I have been saying that actually reading books is overrated. Now I have an unlikely ally: librarians. (An idiosyncratic take on the “weeding the classics” pseudo-controversy, e-mailed to me by the author, and linked with appreciation.)

:: It’s like wandering through a petting zoo in Hell. (This blog belongs to an interesting individual whom I remember from an earlier incarnation — and whom I mocked, perhaps undeservedly so — who generally has strong opinions on stuff, and some skill at expressing those strong opinions. Anyway, this is an older post of his, but it seems appropriate to link given all the nonsense we’ve endured here in Buffalo as Bass Pro tries to decide whether or not to build an Outdoor World here.)

:: “Jesus saves!!! The rest of you take full damage.” (This is a comment, actually, from the latest “DM of the Rings” entry, which may also be the funniest one yet. This devolves in comments to a discussion of role-playing humor slogans on T-shirts, with someone offering the above-quoted bit of brilliance.)

:: I was watching a taped mauy-thay kick-boxing fight featuring two time world champion, Remy Bonjasky and couldn’t help but think how much he reminded me of 80’s icon, Grace Jones. (I can’t remember for the life of me how I found this one.)

:: Hey, I was on TV last night! (I forgot he was going to be on. I would have watched for that, despite my not liking the show.)

:: Does anyone know why so many trucks on US highways have plates from Oklahoma, Illinois and Maine? (I’d like to know, too. I know that Wal-Mart is headquartered in Oklahoma, but is their main distribution center there? Heck, given the size of Wal-Mart, how many distribution centers do they have in this country, anyway? [It’s in Arkansas, you idiot! Oops.])

OK, that’s all for this week. Remember to submit links to good posts you read in 2006! (And you can pimp your own blogs as well, remember.)

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It’s time again for a new year of Sentential Links. Don’t forget that I’m soliciting suggestions from The Readership (that’s you) for a kind of “Reader’s Choice best of 2006 Sentential Links), which I’d like to run for next week’s edition. See guidelines here and here, and leave your submissions in comments on either of those posts (or this post, if you have to). Or e-mail them to me. I currently have just six submissions, and I’d like a lot more than that!

And now onto my own choices for this week:

:: I ought to remember to say, “Good dinner, dear,” before dear asks plaintively, “Did you like the dinner?”

:: These are resolutions built to last.

:: 2007 is truly here. January 1st is the official calendar beginning of the year but it’s really more the last day of the “holiday season”. The day most people go back to work and to school and put away all the holiday stuff (mentally as well as physically) is the “real” beginning of the new year.

:: When it comes to abuses of power, modern Republicans are in a league of their own. And now that they’re in the minority again, worried about abuses that haven’t actually happened, we’re apparently supposed to feel sorry for them. Please.

:: We can’t even get a hanging right. With all of the world watching, we yet again were the primary authors of a violent, uncivilized, and primitive act which — no matter how justified in some ultimate moral sense — was carried out in the most thuggish, wretched, inept, and (we now learn) patently illegal manner.

:: The crazy news these days is that classical music is regaining popularity, and it’s time for mainstream publications such as EW, Time, and Newsweek — not to mention the TV networks — to pay heed. (Well, I’ll concede on Time and Newsweek. EW, as a magazine, is tripe all nicely stapled together.)

:: In short, absent from the list of noted deaths was even so much as a single mention of anyone involved in the world of classical music. (Arrghhh.)

:: Collects third world babies like she’s trying to complete a matching set. (Who? Go look!)

:: Broken ribs still hurt less than discovering that your mother wants you to patch things up with and get back together with an ex. (I discovered this week that Paul T. Riddell was journaling again, after he gave it up some time back. Cool. As for the sentence, it suddenly occurs to me that the only girlfriend of mine that my parents ever met was the one I ended up marrying, so that worked out fairly well in my favor!)

:: Writers do not have to be readers’ pals, even if the reader really really likes their books. (I recall this man’s postings from rec.arts.sf.written some years back. He’s got some good pith and snark going.)

:: Introducing the new Bio-Optic Organized Knowledge device, trade-named “BOOK.”

All for this week. Remember, submit the best things you read in 2006!

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OK, I weakened: here’s a Sentential Links post.

But before I get to the links, I had an idea for either next week’s post, or the one the week after: I’d like to expand it from a list of links to posts I read in a single week to posts anyone else read in 2006. So, if you have any blog posts that stuck in your mind and you’d like them linked herein, feel free to leave the links in comments. And feel free to link your own blogs! Go ahead and pimp your own stuff, if you had a post that you especially liked only to see it vanish into the Archival Aether. For now, I’m limiting submissions to two per individual. You can use both to pimp your own blogs, or neither; and if you’re just a blog reader and not a blogger yourself, feel free to leave a URL to whatever posts struck your fancy, on whatever blogs. (Fair warning, though: I probably won’t be linking any right-wing politics posts, because I’m just not a right-winger. So don’t submit lots of those. Other than that, anything goes, and submissions don’t have to be from my own blogroll, either. In fact, the more submissions that come from blogs I don’t read, the better!)

Onward:

:: So here’s a lovely Christmas tale from 1991 involving my ex. (Those are the best ones!)

:: look! a farmboy wow! check out the destiny! instant grown-up dragon! mentor! evil wizard! platonic love interest! minor confrontation! hidden fortress! major confrontation! is she dead?! of course not! come back for the sequel! (More a parenthetical note than a sentential link, but there it is.)

:: [Undesirable experience] made my [sensory organ] bleed. (Oy.)

:: I guess it’s because I didn’t grow up in a WD-40 family. (WD-40 is the key to world peace.)

:: Ah, the six-year-old Gore joke. What would an article about politics and the web be without it?

:: A Christmas story of how Billy Idol defeated Manuel Noriega and ended the 1980s.

:: T’was the night before Christmas
and all through the world,
not a creature had evolved yet,
not even a bird.

All for this week, what with less surfing than usual and people mostly posting less anyway. Remember to submit links to The Best Stuff You Read in 2006, as per the guidelines above!

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This will probably be the last installment of Sentential Links for 2006, as Christmas Day and New Years both fall on Mondays, and since my computer time will be sporadic at best over the next couple of weeks. (Although I do reserve the right to do a special edition or some such thing.)

Click away, folks!

:: My grandparents were very proud to be able to buy us all a steak dinner – something we could never afford.

However, this was a CHINESE FOOD restaurant. (Aieee!)

:: But in the end, most small presses have one very important thing in common with most big publishers:

They are out to make a buck. (This is part one in a series of lengthy posts about Colleen Doran’s experiences in the small-press comics world. Which reminds me that I need to get off my ass and finish reading A Distant Soil one of these days. At least, the first three volumes, at any rate.)

:: But these dreams lately have been weird. No, I’m not going to describe them. If I put them into words and posted them on the internet, it would just lead everyone to try to figure out what they mean, and I think that’s crap. (Heh. Drew’s blogging again. No one escapes Blogistan unless Blogistan wants them to escape!)

:: Two thirds of arguments, I think, could be boiled down to this final exchange.

“Was this really the best you could do?”
“Yes.”
“Then okay.”

:: It just appears to me that too many folks view heaven as nothing more than an adult-rated Romper Room.

:: I woke up yesterday morning with what can only be a sugar hangover. (Tell me about it. This year I’ve added a second pancreas.)

:: One of the small pleasures of doing customer service this time of year is answering the hundreds of customer e-mails that pour in – especially at the last minute from panicking people who are desperate that their attentions are seen to. (SDB linked this one. It’s worth nothing just for the stuff about when your credit card is denied: the retailer or restaurant or other business you’re transacting with is not told why your card is denied. The little machine doesn’t flash a message at us saying something like, “Holy shit, this guy is already $300 over his limit and hasn’t made a payment in months! Don’t take his card!” It just says, “Card denied” or “Transaction not approved” or something like that. This is one of those “Don’t shoot the messenger” moments.)

:: Dr. Joshua Coleman has discovered the way to improve a couples’ sex life and all the world is on the edge of their seat in anticipation to learn about his amazing new discovery… (Turns out the answer does not involve Cool Whip, so I can’t say I’m terribly interested. Feh!)

:: I saw a perfect description of the patriarchy while I was at Dickens Faire last week.

:: And Stephen Hawking agrees with me. So there.

:: As for me, I will no longer support him in any way. I’m going home tonight and I’m removing every Michael Crichton book from my library. (Thankfully, I’ve never read any Crichton.)

:: Architects who design bathrooms with two doors should be dragged out into the street and shot. (Huh? Two doors? Who the hell does this?!)

:: I realize, as this guy is whipping Daniel Craig’s crotch with tarred rope, that this is the Royal Premiere. That right now the Queen of England is watching Daniel Craig get whipped in the balls. (I can’t remember if I linked this before, but it’s worth revisiting.)

:: I would just like to take a moment to express my surprise and pleasure at being selected Time’s Man of the Year. (Me too!)

OK, there may be an installment of Sentential Links next week after all. It’s just too enjoyable a time, gathering them all. We’ll see.

Warp speed!

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