Dang. As a poet, I'll just go cry in the bathroom of the Quality Inn in Tucumcari.

Fast-forward seventy years.

Woulda had a notion in the '80s; today, no freaking way.

Hand-crafted by Santa's elves!

XOPHER: Let's do it! (Can we also wear uniforms with lots of epaulets? You know, ironically?)

Have we come to the point where we need a tutorial for this? Sorry for the, uh, "snark," but....

Dang, it's a pan of brownies with some colored frosting.

The fix is in. Er, the fix was in a long time ago.

Anyway, shark-jumping aside, hasn't it been over for a while? I mean, why go to the effort of hollowing out and heating a dead pig's tongue to see if it will stick to a frozen flag pole when we all know you're going to have one of the three amigos do it with a live, only semi-mutilated human tongue?

"If only Jobs still looked like a pornstar."

You'll have to make do with Woz.

@#49

Dude, take a pill.

@10 Sn4tchBuckl3r is okay, but Donnie rules.

You know, as a cat.

indigloworm:"I find the protesters' actions both laughable and hypocritical."

I find your confusion of the US government and the people protesting Chinese abuses to be puerile and jejune.

I certainly won't disagree with the aggregate spirit of MGFARRELLY's comments: I have repeatedly seen the positive impact of YA fiction on teens. If they get hooked up with the right book (or series), off they go. But a statement like "I think YA fiction can be a lot gutsier than adult fiction" is a bit much. Seriously? What sort of adult fiction are you reading?

When I was 12, my father told me I could read any book he had: The first one I took was Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep. That was the end of proto-YA fiction for me. There was too much else out there, as there is today.

@66

I'm sort of at a loss as to how to respond to opinions like this. Obama is a United States Senator. You don't get to that level without understanding compromise and without compromising yourself in ways you (I hope) and I can only imagine. But Obama was selling himself as an agent of change--it's only natural that people who fell for the spiel will be disenchanted as he makes his dash to the center (which, as astutely pointed out above, is well to the right of McCain 2000). These 'single issues' are what matter to different people. Some people haven't accepted that Obama is the same old thing in a different package. So, they get hacked off.

I have voted since 1978 for the biggest parade of douchebags a party could every generate, the Democratic presidential candidate. Even the guy who won twice, Clinton, was a sell-out scumbag, untouched by any progressive impulses. So, I apologize if I refuse to believe that Obama is just pretending on FISA until he's been elected and then, oh boy, look out! Also, if Democratic candidates would stop excelling at being such awesome sell-outs, perhaps the cannibalization factor might diminish.

Sorry for the cynicism, but if the Democratic party has earned any response, this is it.

Great video! Laser eyeballs and everything!

Do not let this guy cut a deal. Please.

Sorry about the double post, some kinda weird lag-like thing going on.

xxoo

#18:
"I can think of a few cases in which that decision is perfectly reasonable: a crime scene, traffic accident, fire, or other public safety hazard."

If you wouldn't mind, could you please explain why you think a law-abiding citizen taking a photograph should be illegally prohibited from doing so in these cases?

Thanks.

#18:

"I can think of a few cases in which that decision is perfectly reasonable: a crime scene, traffic accident, fire, or other public safety hazard."

Could you explain your reasoning as to how a law-abiding citizen taking a photograph would be inappropriate in these situations?

Thanks.

"Is Cromwellian a word?".

Ha! It is now.

This is really sad. So, local, unelected fuzz decide what your rights are.

Cromwellian.

monochrom is god. many of us, though we are loathe to admit it, simply keep our pet nazis in some convenient boardroom or the united states senate.

on a side note, as a former junior rocketeer: just as soon as I can scrounge up the dough for a bitchin' estes kit, i, too, shall annex a bit of dirt (and the glorious blue sky above it) for soviet unterzoegersdorf!

(of course, years later, as i stroll through the streets of mexico city with a most excellent heat on, i will be assassinated by a bolshevik [er, menshevik?] with a titanium dart shot through the touch-pad of an apple nano. bummer.)

Ooo! Ooo! Check out The Noodle Maker, by Ma Jian.

I love the "swooners." One of the narrators runs a, uh, low budget crematorium and takes great pride in discerning what music will transport the clientelle into a nice farewell swoon.

Bonus points for the book: An erudite three-legged dog.

(Caution: actual number of dog legs may vary due to the inevitable passage of time effects on the poster(tick tock tick tock).

@764

Violent? Good job, you're moving up the ranks of goof-ball posters.

Yay! Puppies! (Almost as good as unicorns.)

Holy Moley! This is like that time when Drew told everyone to lay off the posting of (excessive) boobies on Fark: Mayhem! Outrage! Weeping and gnashing of teeth! Maximum bloviation!

Okay, it's not, but that's the first thing that came to my mind.

The second is: boy, people are freaking desperate for the dish. Folks like Doctor Pickles, Satan, Shelly P--they'll just die if they don't know every tiny little detail. Sure, there's a whole bunch of blather about "censorship," (pardon me as I scoff for a bit) but they always come back to their desperation to know just what happened. I'm overwhelmed by their throbbing public titillation.

Third, valleywag? Freaking valleywag? What utter dreck.

BB is a blog. A BLOG! And, yep, I'm a fanboy. I pop in once or twice a day and stay for a bit. (I've never said thanks, so I'll do so now. Thanks for everything, Boing Boingers, even the steampunk.) That said, I'll just suggest that all you self-righteous dingbats get over yourselves. Or do us all a favor and [insert acronym of your choice].

Cubey,

The whole point of this is that photography is not a suspicious activity.

Neither is understanding the law or standing up for your ever-dwindling rights, whether in the UK or the USA.

Also, if anyone is wasting time, it's the pseudo-cops.

The books burned in Fahrenheit 451 died a noble death, inspiring us to prevent this possible future; kinda like all the cars being pulverized in The Blues Brothers reminded old nuns to pay the taxes on their orphanages.

Just kidding about preventing any possible unhappy book-burning future: we're screwed.

I'm guessing it's the awesome uniform that makes dudes like this (and mall security or those rentacops in the Union Station video) flip out and flex their tiny fascism muscles. I can't understand the impulse. I'm glad I can't understand the impulse.

Poor Yahoo. Can't do anything, anything right these days.

(I'll vote for just-beginning-gush-sph...uh, maybe not.)

What about all that government cheese we socked away underground during the Reagan years? Huh? Huh?

Jeepers...you don't bite those things off...get that wart freezer thingee.

I used to giggle when I saw those green full-face visors. Now, I'm think that is an easier approach than updating my "meaningless micro-motions."

Awesome! Gotta love the US these days: we have a policy but we can't tell you what it is.

"Research," as a concept, is repeatedly mentioned in the link; yet none is cited.

/Love the paintings, though.

RACERX IS ALIVE: I can't speak for Dan O'Huiginn, but when I read "sixty percent," of anything,and don't see some huge train of citation, I think "BS."

Sixty percent of the world's oil paintings are produced in Dafen? Really? Ninety-nine percent of me remains unconvinced. I guess I should go look at the "summary."

SCHMOO/>:One thing to watch out for, it will leave an indelible mark on concrete.

Or on the inside of those galvanized garbage can lids! My pa always insisted that we light them in there. Not that that was all we did with them. Man, to this day, I love that smell and the indelible marks were just a bonus.

I know what I'm going to be for Halloween next year!

Bravo, sir!

Thanks for the chaser when, for once, there was no need.

Gotta love the theremin.

Heh, heh. Sky Mall.