3D printed portraits derived from synthesized DNA found on discarded gum and cigarette butts by Heather Dewey-Hagborg.
Seriously, f*(& RBC and banks in general. http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/story/2013/04/05/bc-rbc-foreign-workers.html
When I got my first account, having an account cost nothing, using an ATM cost nothing, and cheques I brought into the bank were cleared immediately. Since then I’ve seen charges introduced where there were none before, had cheques held for up to a month, and had arbitrary limits put on the amount of money I can withdraw from an ATM in a day. From a practical user standpoint, banks have simultaneously become more expensive and less efficient.
Tell me again how private business handles everything better than the government?
Oh, and f*(& iGATE, too.
Does it matter that what you’ve achieved, with your online special and your tour can’t be replicated by other performers who don’t have the visibility or fan base that you do?
Why do you think those people don’t have the same resources that I have, the same visibility or relationship? What’s different between me and them?
You have the platform. You have the level of recognition.
So why do I have the platform and the recognition?
At this point you’ve put in the time.
There you go. There’s no way around that. There’s people that say: “It’s not fair. You have all that stuff.” I wasn’t born with it. It was a horrible process to get to this. It took me my whole life. If you’re new at this — and by “new at it,” I mean 15 years in, or even 20 — you’re just starting to get traction. Young musicians believe they should be able to throw a band together and be famous, and anything that’s in their way is unfair and evil. What are you, in your 20s, you picked up a guitar? Give it a minute.
(As requested: Lies about punctuation, now in convenient rebloggable form.)
I have so, SO much respect for our space correspondent, and the stuff about the Oxford Kama is excellent; but I feel compelled to disagree with the final point most vehemently. The Oxford comma is an abomination, an atrocity that should never, ever be perpetrated upon our beautiful language. I assure you, Stalin, JFK and the strippers would agree.
I wonder, sometimes, what it must be like to be you. Does it hurt to be so terribly wrong? Can you feel the sheer barbarity of your position crawling like oily mites beneath your skin? When you catch your own eye in a reflection, is it like gazing into a veritable abyss of poor choices? Are you kept awake at night by the baleful spectral howls of every writer who, when ordering a list, prioritized other factors over ease of punctuation?
…and enjoyed it, even though it felt like it was a solid James Bond movie followed by the final third of a different action film. Some thoughts occurred to me while I was completely failing to sleep last night (the massive weather shift currently underway really messed me up this time…)—and I’m going to warn you now, I DIDN’T SLEEP LAST NIGHT, so sensible and concise these are almost certainly not going to be:
SPOILERS FOR SKYFALL FOLLOW
-The pacing was really weird to me. We don’t actually meet the villain until (what felt like) halfway through the movie, we get a relatively major character introduced out of the blue in the third (I’m still grappling with why Kincaid was included at all.)
-OK, Silver’s obviously an over-the-top loony, but leaving a door open specifically so you can lure someone who’s chasing you into position to have a train dropped on them? I don’t know. I choose to believe that was the intent—when I saw the door was left open for Bond to spot I’m pretty sure I snorted out loud in the theatre. Better to think the character/writers did it deliberately than that the former turned dumb and the latter was lazy.
-The anal retentive comic fan I haven’t been able to completely expunge from my soul is really wrestling with the film, trying to make sense of the overall series’ continuity. Which is stupid, really, it’s the sort of thing I’m pretty sure I’ve made fun of other people for obsessing over when it comes to comics. So me sitting there going, for instance, “Wait, if this is the intro of Moneypenny, then the Connery/Moore/whoever films must have happened after this, but this film made such a big deal of Bond being over-the-hill, does that mean all those other films should be taken in the context of a guy who once brought it but now is on a downward slide?” is a bit of karmic payback. And then trying to work out the timeline of the car and the gadgets and how they play into the future installments which were done with different actors ten to fifty years ago…Even going down that path is a like dropping LSD the same night Daylight Savings Time turns the clocks back an hour—a bad idea. But I keep trying to do it, because—well, maybe I’m wrong here, was Casino Royale a hard reboot? I never got that impression. Urgh.
-Speaking of Casino Royale, it seems to me that one was pretty long, too. Coming out of the theatre last night I was “blaming” the movie-and-a-third structure on Christopher Nolan and the success of The Dark Knight. Maybe that was premature? And blame is definitely the wrong word—I like longer films and it’s nice to be surprised to discover that what I thought was the third act climax isn’t actually the end of the movie. Even nicer when what follows continues to be entertaining.
-So the guy who’s consistently screwed over your years-in-the-making, ridiculously complicated plans for the last week and a half deliberately sinks himself and one of your guys in freezing water. Do you 1) Wait five minutes to see if he comes up through the only hole in the ice and shoot him? or 2) Assume he’s dead even though he’s proven pretty awesome at not dying so far and move on to try and take your vengeance?
-So the guy who’s pretty much ruined your life and just put a gun to your head to try to get you to shoot both him and you turns away from you while standing directly in front of you, and he’s got a knife in his back. Do you 1) Grab the knife and twist it/stab him repeatedly? or 2) Watch what happens next with interest while slowly bleeding to death?
That last thing is really the only part of the film that really disappointed me. Having M twist the knife in Silver’s back one final time would’ve been so perfect in so many ways.
Still, a fun movie, and once I moved to sit on the other side of Tiina I was far enough away from the idiot down the row who wouldn’t stop talking to actually enjoy it.
(When did movie theatres go back to half-price Tuesdays? That was a pleasant surprise.)
It’s like Shakespeare
But with lots more punching
It’s like Goethe
But with lots more crunching
But the boat’s still floating
No it’s not!
The mother____ing boat is exploding!
Is one crazy mamma-jamma
He leads HATE
Sitting around in his pretty pink pajamas
HATE was formed
By the Beyond Coporation
To bring about catastrophic devastation!
Do you want a haircut?
The Beyond Corporation’s gonna help you out
Do you need a toothbrush?
The Beyond Corporation’s got an extra one
Do you have a step-son?
The Beyond Corporation’s gonna rub him out
Do you see a monster?
Or a pirate?
A giant sky-rat?
A midget Hitler?!
Or Pontius Pilate!
Don’t call your mom or your doctor,
Just pick up the phone and call!
Give us a NextWave rollcall!
Is gonna microwave your (whistle)
Is gonna steal all your stuff!
Is going to organize your sock drawer!
Is gonna speak with an accent!
His name is The Captain!
NEXTWAVE! Somebody please, please call…
For God’s sake, somebody call NextWave…