Jumping bones

I was reminded recently of Dead Man's Bones. Apparently the record's out already. Will give it a listen once I get over the photo. To balance things out, the other guy is a complete uggo:

Fucking genetics.

She takes off her clothes, brushes her teeth, limbs wooden with exhaustion and vibrating with caffeine, turns off the lights, and crawls, literally, beneath the stiff silver spread on Damien's bed.
To curl fetal there, and briefly marvel, as the last wave crashes over her, at the perfect and now perfectly revealed extent of her present loneliness.

I've started reading Pattern Recognition and was surprised at how easily I slip into Gibson's prose. Brisk and concise, with sleek, cleanly executed flourishes. I find it strangely comforting - instant insulation in a perfectly accessible pocket universe. 

Litter

I never really got lolcats, but I'm beginning to think it's just because cats tend to annoy me (or rather: cat owners talking about their cats), and given a more palatable subject matter I might get a kick out of the format. Exhibit A: I actually laughed at the avocado one.

Then there's tweaked movie posters.

Apparently at one point in history someone at MTV gave Courtney Love 24 hours of non-stop airtime (choice bits here). Makes you wonder how much more awesome, lifesaving Celine Dion the fourfour guy could have extracted if he had a full day of footage to work with.

And finally, some Czech dude was commissioned by his government to create an installation representing the European Union Member States. And he did. Kind of. To be honest, I'm confused by the reverse Iwo Jima parallel in the Polish section, but hey - its art! (Side question: how can you tell something's made of Nazi gold?)