This magnificent sculpture of a giant octopus tearing down a temple is for sale in Japan. It would be perfect for my front lawn.
There are still the small matters of the sad, hungry moths that flutter out of my wallet when I open it, and I should probably talk to Mary before investing in a lawn ornament that would dominate the neighborhood, and oh, yeah, the neighbors might have something to say…
This is just weird. But the black one with the white throat and the machine gun reminded me uncomfortably of our cat.
I’m locking up all the assault rifles in the house, just in case she gets ideas.
Another cheery film for the Christmas season is coming out.
I might have mispelled “cheesy” in that first sentence.
This is a deeply anti-intellectual message.
He’s telling people that school is irrelevant. He starts off with history, and actually makes a good point: that history is often taught poorly, with a narrow focus. That’s a complaint about the quality of the teaching, and I think it’s good to encourage students to demand better of their instructors.
But then it gets weird. He starts complaining about the subjects themselves: no one needs to know any math beyond addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, and how does he know? Because he’s a satirist on television who doesn’t understand logarithms, and he’s just fine.
Excuses!
Watch out for them gay spores!
You’ve all been wondering about these awards, haven’t you? Even some people who don’t care about science fiction have been curious. This is the year politicking and block voting came to the fore, with several categories tainted by a slew of nominations from two right-wing niche voting cliques, the Sad and Rabid Puppies, led by people like the Odious Vox Day. If they couldn’t win a popular vote by, you know, being popular, they were determined to conquer by being disciplined.
Bassmike has volunteered to curate this subset of the Art thread. Make some noise.
There’s this fellow, Guy Windsor, who’s about as much an expert in sword-fighting as anyone can be in an era in which it’s pretty much unheard of for anyone to have to fight for their life with a long sharp piece of steel.
I am a swordsman, writer, and entrepreneur. I research and teach medieval and Renaissance Italian swordsmanship, blog about it, write books about it, have developed a card game to teach it (which involved founding another company, and crowdfunding), and run The School of European Swordsmanship.
So here’s Windsor talking about the things movies and books get wrong about swords.
