Per aspera

Here are a couple of pages about Alan Moore, by Neil Gaiman and Mark Buckingham. According to Gaiman, from whose blog I followed the link, they made it for his fiftieth birthday.

I apologize.
I’ll try to do better.

It’s the only explanation I can think of.
That, or she’s a terrible, terrible, professional writer.

(EDITED to better explain how very not safe for work Suicide Girls is.)
I’ve been thinking about Lovecraft lately, and why he’s considered such a visionary for what he wrote about in the first third (give or take) of the century. Warren Ellis, in his Sunday column at the Suicide Girls site (somewhat totally […]

This is the filthiest thing I’ve seen today.

I already don’t understand how I ever walked around an unfamiliar city without by iPhone’s google maps function. Also glad nobody’s stolen the phone yet.
-Matt Yglesias
Maybe it’s an East Coast/West Coast thing, but you don’t ever read the C-netty Silicon Valley gadget people worrying that their ostentatious wielding of shiny, new, technofetish objects will get […]

Hilzoy at Obsidian Wings links to an article about a cat who lies down, apparently without fail, next to people in the dementia ward of a nursing home, when they’re about to die.
Twenty-five minutes later, the door finally opens, and out walks a nurse’s aide carrying dirty linens. “Hello, Oscar,” she says. “Are you going […]