“There he was, OBL, all tan and rested and on videotape (hey, did you get the feeling that he had a bootleg of my movie? Are there DVD players in those caves in Afghanistan?)”

— Michael Moore, admiring his admirers

My tastes diverge mightily


Tyler Cowen on Marginal Revolution links, apparently approvingly, to someone’s list of the 200 best action movies of all time.

I could eat a pile of VHS tapes and puke a better list than this. Some of the movies do belong on the list, but in wildly different positions; others are, um, kinda sorta not action movies, or kinda sorta not good.

Rewards


So after many delays, we finished moving the company to the new building. We had a few small issues to work out Monday morning, and I spent the evening on the phone with someone in China who needed to bring up a new VPN connection, but All Is Well.

My reward, apart from an Amazon gift card, new business cards, a coffee mug full of candy, and a Blu-ray box set, was that on Tuesday night, our Shinkendo dojo did tameshigiri for the first time.

Nothing like cutting up targets with a katana to take your mind off of work!

Fear the cute ones, heLOVEnus edition


Sending a bit of a mixed message here, girls?

Lime gets the point across

K-pop girls teasing...


heLOVEnus continues to taunt fans with pictures; there’s a new album, you just can’t have it yet!

Still one more day...

The more usual form of k-pop tease (aka “cute girls doing cute things”) can be found here.

And then there’s the unfortunate phonetic problem with the group’s name…

Essential iPhone apps...


Makoto Ogawa’s Bagel Navigator.

Fukuramase-kata!


Meet Ren. She’s an alien slave girl with a brain the size of a walnut and a heart the size of, well, something big and chest-related.

Ren, bonus postcard

This is one of the postcard-sized bonus items included with the deluxe edition of the DearS PlayStation 2 game. Notice anything odd about it, besides her rather distorted anatomy?

Let’s take a closer look:

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SAO Physical Therapy


Here’s what I like to imagine Stephen’s post-stroke physical therapy is like:

A Hero's Reward, from the Queen of the Cait Sith

Dear Apple,


Long strings of digits pasted into the Notes app on an iPhone are not necessarily phone numbers. Do not immediately start autodialing when I select them. That’s fucking stupid.

In this specific case, they were product serial numbers pasted from a barcode scanning app (of which the only useful one appears to be ZBar; all the rest auto-search shopping web sites and refuse to just give you the contents of the goddamn barcode).

“Need a clue, take a clue,
 got a clue, leave a clue”