The NFB has its own iPhone app. This is great news as I prepare to sit in a car for two weeks.
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Phillies hope to end 364-day World Series drought. [via]
To put into perspective just how long the Phillies have gone without a championship, the earth has almost made one full orbit of the sun since the franchise last paraded through downtown Philadelphia holding the famed Commissioner’s Trophy.
Esquire confirms what I have always believed: The Cadbury Flake is the greatest chocolate bar in the world.
The man who invented pop culture died. [via]
At his death, Professor Browne was a distinguished university professor emeritus at Bowling Green State University, where he had taught from 1967 to 1992. A folklorist and literary scholar who specialized in Twain and Melville, he founded the university’s department of popular culture, the first such academic department in the country, in 1973.
Chris Anderson is the worst editor in America. Either that, or Gawker has finally brainwashed me.
Celebrating the career of Mexico’s only typographer/luchador. El Vetica, also know as El Kernudo, held the Mexican Inter-Continental belt for an unprecedented 7 years, from 1977–84. He also starred in several telenovelas, most notably Las Esposas do Luchador and El Santo e Super Amigos.
No nostalgia for cassettes. [via]
The lack of mourning for the passing of the cassette is curious, but not entirely surprising. As a canvas, the cassette just didn’t have the majesty of records. Somehow the covers of Pink Floyd’s The Wall and The Beatles’ Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band just don’t seem as iconic when they’re condensed into a space that’s slightly larger than a pack of smokes. Hauling them around was usually a pain in the ass. And finally, the general sound quality wasn’t the reason why most people opted for cassettes. It was for their portability.
I miss tapes.
My new favorite Twitter account: Fake AP Style. [via]
The plural of “vagina” is “vaginas.” The plural of “penis” is gross, nobody wants to read about that.
Amazon shares have also hit an all-time high. I don’t own any of those, either. And I don’t want to. Because the Kindle isn’t in Canada. Which you know. Because you read this blog. And I tend to bitch about the Kindle not being in Canada. A lot.
A convergence of things I hate: Sean Avery has a Radiohead tattoo. That’s kind of perfect. And retarded. In fact, it may become the gold standard of retarded, as in “That’s almost as retarded as having Radiohead lyrics tattooed onto your body.”
IsNickelbackTheWorstBandEver.com. You can see where this is going.
Best headline of the day: “Ice-skating bear kills Russian circus director.”
Bears trained to perform on ice skates have been a staple of Russian circus troupes, with some, in a standard stunt, also equipped with hockey equipment, including helmets and sticks.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have YouTube videos of hockey-playing bears to watch.
James Franco (the worst actor currently getting consistent work) is going to join the cast of General Hospital for the next two months. Kind of weird, right? [via]
Fargo Rock City, the movie.
Flickr now supports people tagging. This means I need to carve out a day next week to go through every fucking photo I’ve ever uploaded.
iDon’t and the changing face of apostrophes. Oh, snap! [via]
Apple stock hit an all-time high. I don’t own any stock, Apple or otherwise. Also, I’m still unemployed.
The ten most undeserving NHL Starting Lineup figures. To this day, I giggle when I hear the name Ron Tugnutt. Also, hockey rink red line designs.
It’s gourd season, motherfuckers.
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.
Not sure how I missed this, but the Kindle is going international. Except Canada. Always except Canada. There’s no word yet on Canadian availability for the new Barnes & Noble Nook.
