Thursday, September 25, 2008
You really have to take a look to see just how hilarious -- and sometimes bizarre - these comics are. Honestly, they are so funny that at one point I was contemplating suicide because my family was trampled to death by circus elephants, and the site just cheered me right up.
Here's one of my favorites -- a combination of the image from "9 to 5" and the caption from "Cornered":
Part of the fun of Comics Remixed is that the author lists the date that the original comics were published. This gives you the opportunity to go back and find the originals to see what the joke was before it was remixed (the site has links to services that let you see old comics).
So what you need to do right now is go over to Comics Remixed and spend some time laughing and getting surreal. And visiting his sponsors -- always visit the sponsors!
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Rantamonica is set in Santa Monica, California, a town known as an upper-class seaside neighborhood by those who don't live there. Deborah makes clear that there is a lot more (or a lot less, depending on level of optimism) to Santa Monica than that. In one podcast, she stands on her balcony complaining about the idiot across the way who is using a chainsaw to trim his trees at seven in the morning. You can mostly understand Deborah over the roar of the chainsaw, and it's this type of ambiant noise that adds realism to the podcast and sets it aside from all the lifeless, studio-produced crud out there.
I recommend that you go to iTunes immediately, do a search for "Rantamonica", and subscribe. Believe me, it's far better to let someone else do your ranting for you. Why raise your own blood pressure?
Monday, June 18, 2007
Making things even more interesting, the universe of Club Mutant has more than just this one psychic babe in it. It's like our world mutated some time in the early twenty-first century and some people began to have psychic powers. What a cool premise!
The blog is very entertaining to read. It's not just a constant blather about "psychic powers" or some kind of secret screed on the "foolishness" of skeptics who should have seen that these things were real all along. Instead, it is a realistic portrayal of the troubles of a woman who has discovered that she is very, very different from most of the people around here. The majority of the posts so far are about her relationships, her friends, what she does all day -- the kinds of things that a real blogger would talk about.
Club Mutant is entertaining, compelling, and immersive. Give it a read and keep up with the story -- or some day, when it's incredibly lengthy and popular, you're going to hate yourself for not getting in on the ground floor.
So, cutting to the chase, send me your money and let's get this party restarted!
Monday, August 28, 2006
I'm a fairly decent writer. I've sold a fair-size pile of short stories and had one novel published. But the problem with being a writer of fiction these days is that there's just no way to make decent money, largely (I think) because Stephen King and J.K. Rowling have pretty much sucked up all available publisher funds.
As you can imagine, I get pretty depressed about this. I was on the brink of quitting fiction writing all together and looking for a real job when I heard about what sounds like a decent opportunity to get paid serious money for making things up. The opportunity that got me all atwitter is Cargoria -- an online story that will be written by regular folks and that will, ultimately, pay some lucky writer one million dollars. Let me say that again: one million dollars.
Do you have any idea how many of these blog entries I'd have to sell to earn a million dollars? Well, I'm no math major, but it'd have to be in the dozens, at least.
The beginning of the story is up on the Web site, along with some cool graphics and a place where you can enter your e-mail address to be notified when the whole thing gets up and running. It says that if you want to write part of the story, you have to challenge other writers in a game called "Mohanci." I have no idea what this is, but I hope it's not too violent. As exciting as the idea of genre authors battling it out for the right to write might sound (I can hear the original Star Trek fight music even now), I'm a total wimp. I guess I'll just have to wait for the game to get going to see what the deal is.
What I'd like you to do is to take a look at www.cargoria.com when you have a chance and consider signing up. True, I'm going to do my best to win the $1,000,000, but it'll look a lot better if I have some competition.
So thank you, Cargoria, for rejuvenating my will to write fiction and saving my literary life. Truly, even though you are still waiting to officially open your doors, you have saved this writer's life.
Friday, August 18, 2006
In response I would like to say that my support for Superman's eventual victory is based not on coercian or corruption, but on a generous donation to my PayPal account. I'll be happy to change my mind on the subject for as little as $15 (see the link in the sidebar).
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Recently, a global coalition of astronomers proposed a definition of the term "planet" that would, once and for all, settle the questions of whether Pluto deserved to be a planet and what other objects deserved that coveted status. This is all well and good, but in their haste to hammer out this definition, the astronomers neglected to indicate a maximum size for a planet. Sure, they got a minimum size, but not a maximum, and without that, how can we tell a brown dwarf from a bloated Jupiter-clone?
Enter Martin Davis of Arvada, Colorado. Martin may be "just" a high school student, and he may not have a degree in astronomy (yet), but he has a spectacularly simple solution to the problem. That solution: don't bother having a maximum size for planets! Instead, if the center of a potential planet's orbit around a star is within that star, then the object is a planet. If, however, the center of the orbit is between the star and the object, then the system is considered binary.
Now, I don't understand a word of this, but it's obviously brilliant! This is the kind of thinking that's going to get Martin a Nobel Prize in short order and will have him dating a string of adoring supermodels the second he turns 18. Good going, Martin!