Joshua Topolsky

This is pretty stomach turning stuff. Whoever is allowing these children to do this should be in jail. And the kids should be in jail too.

Gross gross gross. Watch at your own risk.

Terrific piece in the latest Harper’s by Mark Slouka — I highly recommend you all go out and read it. Or stay home. Same difference. Regardless, a passage caught me which really sums up the last eight years, and demonstrates how we need to think about the people we put in power;

At a White House reception a couple of years ago, President George Bush asked Senator-elect Jim Webb how things were going for his son, a Marine serving in Iraq. “I’d like to get them out of Iraq, Mr. President,” Webb replied. “I didn’t ask you that,” the president shot back. “I asked you how your boy was doing.”

Slouka then goes on to detail the outrage the national media exhibited — not towards the President, for his callous and insulting response — but rather towards Webb for his inappropriate remark. His follow-up nails what we should all feel about a president, Bush or otherwise.

But it was left to Kate Zernike, the author of the Times article, to place the cherry atop this shameful confection in the form of a seemingly offhand parenthetical: “(On criticizing the president in his own house, Ms. Baldrige quotes the French: ça ne se fait pas — ‘it is not done.’)”

To which one might reply, in the parlance of my native town: Why the fuck not? Répétez après moi: It ain’t the man’s house. We’re letting him borrow it for a time. And he should behave accordingly — that is, as one cognizant of the honor bestowed upon him-or risk being evicted by the people in favor of a more suitable tenant.

It’s taken a little while to get it together, but two of the most insipid creations in modern memory — lastnightsparty and poseur rap / rock / crap — have joined together. Finally I can hear Pharrell toast and fake-sing about the pleasures of dirty Williamsburg coke parties over a beat that sounds like something Fatboy Slim left on the cutting room floor. It’s cool — like there’s nothing more important in life like getting fucked up and banging someone with herpes. Remember the 80’s? Probably not, but trust me, you look worse. Keep reading Ayn Rand everyone, it’s doing you a lot of good.

Want to see what people really think of your brand, press agents? Perhaps you should truck over to Brand tags and find out. They want you to type in the first thing that comes to mind when you see a logo, but you’ll also have a chance to see how the tags pan out. Search and list at the very bottom of a tag page — bad UI, but amazing site. Don’t sleep on this.

Sorry, I just got these three songs “randomly” selected.

1: Day is Done - Nick Drake
2: Morning Will Come - Spirit
3: Goodbye Blue Sky - Pink Floyd

Are you kidding me? Also, I skipped all of them. What am I, depressed or something?

I mean, he’s just zooming around on that multi-touch display like he’s looking for the meaning of life. Check it out! That guy is flying! Someone get him an orange and a happy place.

New rule. If you’re going to claim to run a gadget blog, you have to do the one thing central to the concept: actually cover gadgets. Things that don’t count as gadgets: Cute animals, movie trailers, stuff that explodes, tits, your drawings of Simpsons characters. When 50% of your front page is covered in a smear of bandwidth-wasting garbage that looks like Fark.com threw up on Perez Hilton, you’re not a gadget blog — you’re just shit.