“I wish the makers of Sex Tape had decided instead to explore a couple that was dealing with the fact that their sex tape leaked, and wrapping their heads around the idea that their friends and family could watch it on the Internet. The film’s star, Cameron Diaz, could probably tell you all about it. Remember when that weird S&M video of 19-year-old Diaz surfaced in 2004? She has done her best to scrub all evidence of the thing from the world, but even as the highest-paid actress in Hollywood she couldn’t keep the photos and videos off the Internet, despite drawn-out legal battles and thousands of “cease and desist” emails. And that was 10 years ago! How can I, in the present, derive any enjoyment from watching that same woman break into a warehouse under the assumption that smashing a server with a baseball bat will solve her problem?”—Joe Swanberg (director of Drinking Buddies) from a lengthy review he wrote of Sex Tape…? (Usually you don’t see working filmmakers review movies, let alone mention celebrity S&M videos, so kind of funny to me from that perspective).
“We’re not yet halfway through The Honourable Woman but it’s clear writer/director/producer Hugo Blick has assembled his political thriller with rare confidence and control. Dense, deliberate, harrowing and opaque, it already feels comparable to the most-admired US dramas of recent years while retaining its own unique UK flavour, possibly due to Blick’s instinct to surprise and subvert.”—Oh, there’s a new show by the guy who made The Shadow Line?? Damn, I liked The Shadow Line so, so much— and this one’s a Middle Eastern spy thriller starring Maggie Gyllenhaal…? Oh, and Stephen Rea again (aka motherfucking Gatehouse). Huh! Neat— plus, good timing since Kiefer Sutherland is done murdering people on my Monday nights. Trailer.
“I eat soylent for breakfast and lunch Monday through Friday. It’s perfect for that. I eat muggle food for dinner and on the weekends. You can’t beat the convenience, though, for the workday. Particularly since I sit in a cube all day, I sip throughout the day and then use my lunch break to go for a walk. For me, doing dishes, grocery shopping and cooking are terrible. This saves me the trouble of doing that for 2/3 of my meals during the week.”—A comment to a review of Soylent, a Kickstarter-backed “nutritional sludge” that describes itself as an “open-sourced nutritional drink” named after a science-fiction movie about cannibalism. (See also, “The Tech Utopia Nobody Wants: Why the World Nerds Are Creating Will be Awful”).
“A New York City real estate heir who admitted killing his neighbor a decade ago in Texas is facing a new charge in Houston that accuses him of urinating on candy at a drug store.
In 2001, Durst was arrested as a fugitive and admitted killing his neighbor and dumping the remains in Galveston Bay. He claimed self-defense and was acquitted of homicide charges. Durst’s family runs The Durst Organization, a privately held billion-dollar real estate company that owns several New York skyscrapers.”—
Holy shit, this guy’s Wikipedia page is fucking crazy. First of all, his wife has been “disappeared” for the last 18 years. Also a lady who was his long-time friend who was believed to have knowledge of his wife’s “disappearance” was found murdered “execution-style”— “Durst was questioned in both cases but not charged.” So, there’s that.
He then moved to Texas in 2000 and “began cross-dressing to divert attention from the disappearance” of his wife. Then, they started finding body parts of his elderly neighbor in Galveston Bay. He gets arrested, released on bail, becomes Ameria’s first “Billion-dollar fugitive” until he gets caught at a Wegmans in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania “trying to steal a chicken sandwich and a Band-Aid, even though he had $500 cash in his pocket. A police search of his rented car yielded $37,000 in cash, two guns, marijuana and [his murder victim’s] driver’s license.” Then, he goes on trial, admits “to using a paring knife, two saws and an axe to dismember" his neighbor’s body, but claims he shot his elderly neighborin the facein self-defense, and a Texas jury buys it and acquits him! He gets some minor amount of time because of “destroying evidence” (i.e. dismembering his neighbor’s body), gets parole almost immediately, and then violates parole almost immediately. His own brother: “He’ll kill again, I have no doubt, the question is who is next?”
Then, he bought a townhouse in Harlem (located next to a mortuary!) and now he publicly urinates on candy. Because ha ha he’s rich and this is America.
“The leader of a New Age consciousness and enlightenment school, who channels the voice of a 35,000-year-old Lemurian warrior when speaking to her followers, is suing two former students after they posted a drunken rant by her saying Jews have enough money to “have paid their way out of the goddamned gas chambers by now,” and Mexicans breed “like rabbits,” among other slurs [e.g. “all gay men were once Catholic women.”]
Knight delivered her speech while students followed her in a drinking game, taking a drink of wine every time she did. Wine ceremonies have been a ritual at RSE since 1996, where students are taught to believe that wine grapes were brought to Earth by extraterrestrials 450,000 years ago.
JZ Knight, born Judith Darlene Hampton in 1946 in Roswell, New Mexico., encountered Ramtha the warrior in 1977 while experimenting with construction paper pyramids. According to her biography, she placed a pyramid on her head and Ramtha, a 7-foot-tall apparition of golden glitter clad in a purple robe, appeared in her kitchen.
According to RSE officials, actresses Salma Hayek and former “Dynasty” star Linda Evans are current students.”—35,000 Year Old Lemurian Salma Hayek Instructors are Racist Anti-Semites. I really thought you didn’t have to worry about the Lemurians, minorities, but nope, the Lemurians don’t have your back either! I thought you at least had the Lemurians on your side. Damn. "I don’t want my children marrying one of them" - Crom.
“There’s so many murders for hire in Texas! These guys, rich men, millionaires and billionaires, who for one reason or another had their wives and mistresses murdered, went to trial and got off. There’s a very famous lawyer, quite up in years now, who defended a lot of these guys, his name is Richard “Racehorse” Haynes, and the mythology was that these millionaires would come to him before they killed their wives to get legal advice from him on how to do it: where they had to be, what alibis they needed. They never did it themselves of course, but there was a rash of it.”—
“I had an interpreter, and when [Vladimir Putin] was showing me his office I said, ‘It’s amazing what capitalism will do, won’t it? A magnificent office!’ And he laughed. As I turned, I was this close to him. I said, ‘Mr. Prime Minister, I’m looking into your eyes, and I don’t think you have a soul.’ ” And he looked back at me, and he smiled, and he said, ‘We understand one another.’”—Joe Biden
“Meanwhile, Simpsons EP Al Jean revealed that The Simpsons-Futurama crossover episode in November is being overseen by team Simpsons. Jean also teased that Krusty Clown might die in the Sept. 28 season opener. Joked Jean, “Actually The Simpsons crossover we’re doing is with Scooby-Doo where they don’t find Casey Kasem’s body.””—From a Deadline Hollywoodarticle on romantic comedies.
“The truth isn’t the truth until people believe you, and they can’t believe you if they don’t know what you’re saying, and they can’t know what you’re saying if they don’t listen to you, and they won’t listen to you if you’re not interesting, and you won’t be interesting unless you say things imaginatively, originally, freshly.”—William Bernbach
“Even if robot warriors can keep American lives out of danger, can they be trusted with the complicated combat decisions now left to human judgment?
Rep. Jim McGovern thinks not. The Massachusetts Democrat is part of a crusade for an international ban on killer robots—machines that can decide without human input whom to target and when to use force. The only way to stop killer robots, said McGovern and a series of panelists he assembled for a Capitol Hill briefing this week, is to ban them before they even exist. Much like drones, once someone gets a killer robot, it’s only a matter of time before everyone else is racing to catch up. And despite some countries’ commitment to evaluating the technology responsibly, good intentions never won an arms race.
[…][C]oncerns include the possibility of malicious hackers taking over a robot army. And then there’s the possibility of a “flash war” starting over a mistake. If one robot malfunctions and fires, robots on the other side could return fire automatically, starting a conflict at the speed of circuitry before a human could intervene.
Despite all these concerns, robot advocates say the rush to ban the technology outright is ill-conceived. While preaching caution on development, they also say it’s important to test the systems’ limits before crafting policy. They fear a ban based on imaginations of an android toting a machine gun could interfere with lifesaving technologies like rapid-response air-defense missiles.”—The government is actively debating the morality and legality of Murder-Robots this week. With “robot advocates”.
“David Cameron can walk into your house and watch you sleeping whenever he wants.
Seriously, thanks to the Drip bill he can do that now. So he does, nightly. He stands at the foot of your bed, shrouded in gloom, his glassy eyes glinting coldly in the midnight blue, twin machined pupils mercilessly trained on your slumbering form; his sentinel’s glare drilling into your back, your shoulders, directly into the vulnerable side of your face as your head pivots uneasily on your pillow, your sleep disturbed by troublesome sensations, your dreams gradually infused with the bitter scent of a faraway fire, a smouldering pit of skull and bone. Slowly, you become aware of the mounting weight of a scream that has lasted for ever; here, now, enveloping you and the building entire. You jerk upright and snap on the light and, to your horror, he’s there – he’s really there. And, to your greater horror, he doesn’t leave. Cameron merely stands there, unblinking, looking at you. Looking through you, past you, into the never. In a hundred years you may come to realise that time itself has frozen and this moment is all that’s left, for eternity. But right now there’s only howling. Your own demented, desperate howling.
That’s clause nine.”—Charlie Brooker, on the UK’s “Data Retention and Investigatory Powers” legislation, known as the Drip bill(?).
The place I’m getting my lunch from describes itself as a “sandwich concept.” I’m pretty psyched about that— I want to eat more often under purely theoretical circumstances, play more of a mental game. I feel like the Lawnmower Man of Sandwiches.
“Another entry in the cookbook describes a Tactile Dinner. Pajamas have been prepared for the dinner, each one covered with a different material such as sponge, cork, sandpaper, or felt. As the guests arrive, each puts on a pair of the pajamas. Once all have arrived and are dressed in pajamas, they are taken to an unlit, empty room. Without being able to see, each guest chooses a dinner partner according to their tactile impression. The guests then enter the dining room, which consists of tables for two, and discover the partner they have selected.
The meal begins. The first course is a ‘polyrhythmic salad,’ which consists of a box containing a bowl of undressed lettuce leaves, dates and grapes. The box has a crank on the left side. Without using cutlery, the guests eat with their right hand while turning the crank with their left. This produces music to which the waiters dance until the course is finished.
The second course is ‘magic food’, which is served in small bowls covered with tactile materials. The bowl is held in the left hand while the right picks out balls made of caramel and filled with different ingredients such as dried fruits, raw meat, garlic, mashed banana, chocolate, or pepper. The guests cannot guess what flavor they will encounter next.
The third course is ‘tactile vegetable garden,’ which is a plate of cooked and raw green vegetables without dressing. The guest eats the vegetables without the use of their hands, instead burying their face in the plate of vegetables, feeling the sensation of the greens on their face and lips. Each time a guest raises their head to chew, the waiters spray their face with perfume.