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ZoomRumor has it Duke Nukem Forever developer 3D Realms is shutting down. Shacknews today cites ‘a reliable source close to the company' who said the developer, along with the recently resurrected Apogee name, is finished and employees from both have already been let go.
I stopped caring about this game probably 10 years ago, but it was amusing for the periodic "it's almost finished" rumors that would sweep through the game industry media, only to be forgotten again after the 242nd terse comment from 3D Realms principal George Broussard: "It'll come out when it's done."
Well, it's done, all right.
Atlas Shrugged is a stupid book, Ayn Rand is a stupid woman, and John Galt’s ideas are stupid. That said, none of them are nearly this stupid. Rand’s novel isn’t about a world in which executives who build companies based on a lot of incorrect decisions, then pay themselves millions of dollars while bankrupting their firms, then come to the government hat-in-hand asking for bailouts, then find that the bailers-out want to attach some strings to their hundreds of billions of dollars in public funds and then go to hide out in Galt’s Gulch. That doesn’t make any sense at all.
Rand-bashing aside, Yglesias is correct.
To inject flamebait of my own, I've read The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged (albeit many years ago) and while I think Rand has compelling ideas and understand why many libertarians are drawn to her philosophy, I really don't . . . get it. She is not, in my opinion, a particularly great fiction writer.
"If I see three or four young black men walking down the street, I have to stop them and check their names," said Mills, who is white. "I want them to be afraid every time they see the police that they might get arrested.
"We're not out there trying to abuse and harass people -- we're trying to protect the law-abiding citizens locked behind their doors in fear."
Oh, but abusing and harassing black people—that's just good police work. I guess we should at least thank Mills for the tacit admission that cops engage in racial profiling.
It's a science fiction retelling of MTV's The Real World, and it works about as well as you would expect.
Not only that, Tycho has pretty much nailed me as a viewer of Dollhouse: I keep watching in the hope that Whedon knows exactly what he's doing and that the show will begin to engage me in the same way Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Firefly did. After all, Firefly didn't hook me until a second and third viewing, and that was unfortunately long after it had been canceled and released on DVD.
I'd hate for Dollhouse to meet the same fate, to be tossed in the dustbin too early by FOX, only to discover later that it was much more than the sum of its parts. But the first two episodes have provided no inkling—zip-zilch-nada—that it will ever rise above its first impressions.
It's flat-out terrible. I can even see the justification, as at least one of my friends have, for labeling it misogynistic. As a vehicle for Eliza Dushku, Tru Calling held far greater promise; for one, it didn't expect her to perfect her Vacant-Eyed Pretty Thing stare (admittedly, it's a look she wears very well). In Dollhouse, that's her default look, until her mind is imprinted with a new personality—or rather, an amalgamation of personalities, all with specific skills and memories. Then she's sent out on whatever "assignments" the Dollhouse's clients request: hostage negotiator, say, or an outdoors enthusiast. As for the latter, she really played little more than a rock-climbing prostitute. As for character: how can we care about someone whose character changes every week? She's never the same person. It's not like The Pretender, where Jarod was his own person who was just very, very good at role-playing. Echo (the code name for Dushku's "active") is just a cipher until some computer geek reprograms her. Supposedly she becomes self-aware as the series progresses, and I can see how searching for her own identity could make an engaging story, but so far it's just not there.
In the meantime, I keep watching. And hoping against hope.
For those of you about to answer: "Who the fuck is Jade Goody?"
"Are you kidding? This is silly," says Zack Bartell, 12, who was taking a dirt-bike riding lesson at School for Dirt's track next to Kawasaki Motors' U.S. headquarters here. "There's no way I'm going to stick a motorcycle part in my mouth."
Shut up, Zack. You're just some stupid kid. Listen to our elected leaders; they know what's best for you, and will protect you, even if it means destroying an entire segment of the economy.
I can't think of a recent law with more insidious—and damaging—unintended consequences.
While Rhys Millen attempted to do a back flip in a truck on New Year's Eve and almost succeeded, this guy unintentionally pulls a double somersault in his race truck and nails the landing.
You've probably already seen this, but it's too Kafka-rific not to share again.
How many times have we told you? Don't get between Mama and her babies. Even the squirrels.
Another video that you've probably already seen, but worth posting again, just for its sheer joie de vivre.
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agentsteel53: an HD scan of a photo of Q Street, Washington, D. C., ca. 1925. Check out the "Boulevard Stop" sign about middle-left of the photo. Shorpy, by the way, is one of my favorite new blogs.Since groping of girls on crowded Japanese subways, once a national pastime, has declined (due to stricter enforcement and women-only cars during peak hours), some eager entrepreneur is catering to furtive gropers by offering "pervert trains":
The only thing that can be said with confidence is that Japan has found original ways to make money out of people's sexual predilections. Little more than a stone's throw from the huge Shibuya station is the "Shibuya Pink Girl's Club", which on its varied menu offers a chikan densha, or pervert train.
The "groper's course" starts at ¥12,000 ($130), where the connoisseur picks out from the menu the girl of his choice, dressed either as a schoolgirl or office receptionist. This girl then beckons him through the window of a mock-up train carriage, which not only broadcasts station announcements, but even shakes and rattles. For the next 45 minutes the connoisseur is under no risk of arrest as he gropes to gay abandon—before joining the slumberers on one of the last real trains home.
When Bush ordered air strikes against a sovereign country, it was murder and a blatant example of American imperialist aggression; but when Obama orders drone attacks in Pakistan that kill 22 people, including three children, it's a display of "smart power", and no one on the left even raises an eyebrow.
Where is the outrage, the protests, the march on Washington, the denunciation of aggression against the innocent? Or is it OK as long as it's your guy pulling the trigger?
HT: Antiwar.com blog.
When Red is Black, Qiu Xiaolong
This is the third installment in Qiu's mystery series featuring Chief Inspector Chen of the Shanghai Police Bureau. Chen is a complex, often conflicted character: a smart and conscientious police investigator, a loyal and fast-rising party cadre, and a romantic idealist with a taste for good food and poetry. Set in Shanghai in the early '90s, during a time of profound political, social and economic upheaval in China, Qiu's mysteries offer an unparalleled look into a country in transition, helped along by detailed descriptions of Shanghai street life, particularly the cuisine. When Red is Black is not quite as engrossing as the first two novels (Death of a Red Heroine and A Loyal Character Dancer; the latter is a favorite for its Triad-flavored intrigue and poignant storyline), but they're all recommended.
Rain Storm, Barry Eisler
Sure, the hitman-with-a-conscience story has been done before, but Eisler's John Rain isn't some tough guy with a heart of gold. He's a stone-cold killer and he knows it. With memories of 'Nam atrocities haunting him, Rain has lived his adult life in the shadows, performing work for various employers, always specializing in the "natural causes" hit (i.e., it must look accidental). He's truly lethal, but he's also funny and introspective and makes no apologies for his work even while struggling with his internal ethics. He knows he's a bad guy, but he wonders if he can ever redeem himself. In Rain Storm, the third volume of the series, he finally gets his chance. Eisler's hitman thriller series is literate, funny, and action-packed. He'll take you from Tokyo to D. C. to Rio to Macau and back again, hooking up with beautiful (and dangerous) women and facing up with even more dangerous foes, some of whom used to be his employers. He's like Bond, but without the effete martini glass or glitchy British sports car. You would do well to start with the first book in the series (Rain Fall) , as some details in subsequent books build on the previous installments.
music
Accelerate, R.E.M.
Easily their best album in 12 years (since New Adventures in Hi-Fi). Stipe and Co. strip it down to the bone, with lyrics ranging from angry to apocryphal to absurd, and a stampeding, guitar-driven sound that barely pauses to catch its breath. As a result the album is almost Ramones-short (its 11 tracks clock in at under 35 minutes) and maybe feels too rushed, given the moody aural complexities that are a hallmark of R.E.M.'s post-Bill Berry studio efforts. But as a rock album, it kicks entirely too much ass for even R.E.M. fans to complain about it.
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Persepolis
Reviewed elsewhere. Just mentioning it again as one of the exceptional movies I've seen lately.
Monk, Burn Notice (USA Network)
These two shows are about to start new seasons, thus providing a reason to own a TV at all. Burn Notice especially I've been looking forward to, with its cliffhanger ending from last season. It's possibly the best-written show on television, well-acted, and it even has Bruce Campbell. It almost can't suck. Fortunately it does far better than not sucking.
Top Gear (BBC America)
These blokes (Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond and James May) are veddy British, totally into cars, and completely mental. Essential viewing, of course.
diversions
Virtual Villagers, Last Day of Work (PC or Mac)
A game targeted at casual gamers, Virtual Villagers may actually annoy the hell out of you if you're one of those micro-manager types used to playing Warcraft III with your mouse on fire. Here, you just give your villagers some directions, and off they go. The game runs whether you drag your little people around the small village they're building, watch them forage for food, or even shut the game down and go to sleep. When you come back, things may have changed completely! Compulsively playable, even if it's only in 10-minute chunks. Additional installments follow if you like the first.
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There was absolutely nothing in that situation that called for an officer to draw a weapon, unless he was just incompetent and thought he was reaching for a Taser (which looks and feels considerably different from a sidearm in any case).
That kid was flat-out executed. No judge, jury or trial. And if that cop does not at least go to prison for the rest of his life it will only prove that the state and its justice system exists to protect its own. Long live the land of the free.
ETA: Edited subject line; later reports indicate the victim was shot in the torso, not the head as the video footage led one to believe.
But politics play a minor role in the film; it's really about a girl growing up against a backdrop of religious radicalism and a brutal, grinding war with Iraq (one funded on both sides by the West, in what has to be one of the most coldly cynical, and bloody, proxy wars ever fought), who still finds time to rock out to Iron Maiden and see Godzilla movies with her grandmother. And it's remarkably funny, given the heavy subject matter, and beautifully animated. On the surface it looks like a chick flick, but it's much more sophisticated and emotionally complex than any Devil Wears Prada fluff coming out of Hollywood. Highly recommended, especially if you have HD.
(Yes, I'm alive. Happy New Year.)
I haven't posted in forever, so I guess a Writer's Block entry is as good a place as any to start again.
Firefly, without a doubt. An ironic choice, because I hated the show during its original run; I stopped watching after the second episode, I think. And I can't really remember my reasons at the time: maybe I just dismissed it as another silly Western set in outer space, or there was something irritating about Joss Whedon's dialogue (which occasionally irked me during Buffy's run), or something else. In short, I gave it about as much of a chance as FOX's executives did.
But then we picked up the DVD set and watched the entire run over one weekend, and a second viewing proved to be much more rewarding. And I've watched it many more times since. It's really unfortunate that it was stuck on a network that didn't have a clue about what to do with it. I would have settled for a dozen well-produced episodes a year on HBO.
Were it not for Firefly I would have chosen Homicide: Life on the Street. This show, a predecessor to The Wire (H:LotS was based on a book by David Simon, the creator of The Wire), was for at least its first four seasons The Best Damn Show on Television, as we referred to it in the alt.tv.homicide newsgroup. But it started going downhill, quite rapidly, from the fifth season on, and by the end of its final season I had largely stopped caring about it (but not enough to stop watching). But those first four seasons? There's never been better television. The cast from those years is easily the best ensemble ever assembled for a TV show. If you missed its original run, get thee to your Netflix queue and add it now (Seasons 1-4, at any rate). Just writing about this show makes me want to load it into the DVD player.
Former New York Gov. Eliot M. Spitzer (D) will not face criminal charges for his role in the prostitution scandal that drove him from office this year, prosecutors announced this afternoon. . . .
Manhattan U.S. Attorney Michael J. Garcia said today that his office had uncovered no evidence that Spitzer used public or campaign funds in a series of payments to a shell company, QAT Consulting.
"We have determined that there is insufficient evidence to bring charges against Mr. Spitzer for any offense relating to the withdrawal of funds for, and his payments to, the Emperors Club VIP," Garcia said in a prepared statement.
So Spitzer walks for hiring a prostitute, while people whom he prosecuted for the same offenses are probably still rotting in jail. Business as usual! Think Obama will give loverboy a job?
