My DVD player decided to die this weekend, and since I own a HD TV it only makes sense that the new player I buy is Blu-ray. Does anyone have any recommendations? A key requirement would be able to make at least regular DVD playback region-free, as I own a number of foreign DVDs I would love to be able to watch. I have tried to read up on players in various av/dvd forums, but the discussion there is frequently opaque to someone like me who does not totally care about the technical minutiae.
…is about when we get our first look at what we were waiting for. Fuck the inferno of the rocket melting the gantry, fuck the “Trans Lunar Injection Burn” (and what song from teh 90s sampled that?), fuck the amazing space walk that looks kind of stop-motiony. You know what we wanna see: TANG. FINALLY WITH THE TANG MONEY SHOT. They don’t explicitly call it out and say “hey, there’s the TANG,” (maybe they do on the commentary track of the Criterion DVD) but when a plastic sleeve full of thick-looking, yellowy-orange liquid pinwheels in zero G across the cabin, thats gotta be TANG. DRINK THAT SHIT UP, SPACE COWBOY (this was during a montage set to a Buck Owens song. Something Kenneth Angery about the Apollo 8 home movies, too)
I got far too excited about seeing TANG in an ACTUAL SPACECRAFT on TV for a second there. SORRY. But I bet they don’t even teach the kids about TANG in the schools any more.
“A new lawsuit from a Beverly Hills, Calif., man alleges that Apple conspired with the Italian mafia to secretly track him, transmit threatening messages to his iPod, and insert the word “herpes” into the song “Still Tippin’” by Mike Jones.”—
Do I want a device that will monitor and track the stages of my sleep? Yes, I do want such a device. And I promise I will learn to lucid dream , wear this thing while meditating and/or boning, and in general design unlikely and quite possibly insane experiments to do on myself, and then report all findings and funky brain wave patterns here - if, after ascertaining whether or not this thing works with my highly, highly idiosyncratic sleep needs, I in fact obtain one. I’m pretty sure I could figure out a way to make a mockery of science with this thing (or at least - art), and we all want that, right?
Commuters passing through the Atlantic Avenue-Pacific Street and Flatbush Avenue subway station in Prospect Heights may soon hear the word “Barclays” added to the already long subway station name.
Barclays, a London-based bank company, is the first buyer in the MTA’s five-year effort to sell the names of subway stations to raise more revenue. The company would pay the MTA installments of $200,000 per year over the next 20 years.
Barclays Atlantic Avenue Pacific Street Station doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, and it’s not at all synergistic. However, I can’t wait to hear the following stations announced by a cold, robotic voice every single day:
My primary source of news, the elevator, has informed me that there exists a top-charting country singer named “Lady Antebellum” (who I imagine dresses exactly like Scarlett O’hara). We obviously also have a Lady GaGa, who is emblematic of Pop at the moment, so I must therefore assume that every single genre of music must also have its own standard-bearing Lady. As I am web-impaired at the moment, please provide me with a list of real or notional Ladys for a prospective Battle Royale involving these Ladies, and also their masculine counterparts (Captain Antebellum and Mr. Gaga, natch).
Just saw a guy in the building across the street climb out of his third floor window and make his way down the fire escape to street level (having to balance on an awning for the last story, as the ladder was not all the way down) in order to pick up his food delivery. Then he took his keys out of his pocket and walked back in the front door with his food in hand.