A harrowing, historic week in Egypt.
The vlog that helped spark the revolution.
There is a theme here of which I deeply approve.
On a lighter note, helmets.

It’s been one heck of a week in my corner of the world. Talking to friends going through some tough times, getting promoted (pay raise? We shall see.), getting a potential stalker, locking my keys in the car at work, and signing a lease on an apartment, not necessarily in that order. Perhaps this week will be a little quieter!

Chernobyl today, reblogged from Sarah.
Photomanipulation like you’ve never seen before.
The Paris Underground, also stolen from Sarah.

Improv Everywhere and the Worst Skater Ever.
Red Riding Hood: The Action Movie. Seventy billion times better than the laughable Syfy movie with Felicia Day, I’m sorry to say.
Caption fail with Rhett and Link.

Star Wars meets Tron Legacy.
The best Volkswagen commercial ever made.
CSI: Gallifrey.
Eye of the Storm, a beautiful steampunk video.
It’s pretty cool that this even exists.

Wearable plants.
Vintage scifi wedding rings.
22 Ways to Reuse an Altoid Tin. Manly schmanly, this is cool for anybody.
Any food earns at least 10 extra cool points by being lit on fire. This is doubled for strawberries. These are the rules; I don’t make them.
If you’ve never seen the movie The Fall, here are a few reasons why you should.

Have some music. Everybody’s putting their new stuff up streaming, it seems.
Fleet Foxes have a new album.
And so do Bright Eyes.
And Graham released a new cover.
“Canvas” by Imogen Heap.
Jurassic Park theme by guitar orchestra.

I finished Them, and if I ever recall who recommended that book to me, there will be hell to pay. So bleak, and no redeeming qualities to the bleakness. Full of Detroit-hate and half-alive people. Comparing this book to one of Bradbury’s stories, it’s as if Them is only capable of describing a tiny, dismal sliver of human experience, as though it doesn’t even know anything else exists. Also, for the love of all that’s holy, there should be a limit on how many times you’re allowed to use the word “damp” in a book.

Fortunately, Sarah loaned my The Dark Tower and Other Stories by CS Lewis, and its brilliance helped considerably to efface the preceding ugliness. I wish very, very desperately that Lewis had been able to finish The Dark Tower, because I dare say it would have been every bit as good as the Space Trilogy. He toys with the theory that memory is the direct perception of the past, which is a fascinating idea I hadn’t encountered before. His short stories really are exquisite as well. He reminds me quite a lot of Asimov; somehow his tone seems very different in his short stories than in his novels. I’m not sure why that might be…but I love both styles.

Then I read Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs. I was a huge ERB fan as a kid, but somehow I never read the first Tarzan book. I saw it for cheap at The Reader’s Corner and snatched it up a few weeks ago. Unlike some of the authors I enjoyed as a youngster, Burroughs doesn’t disappoint on a reread as an adult. He makes no claim to literary greatness; he just lays the story in front of you and says, “Here, this is a pretty exciting adventure tale. Knock yourself out.” And they are fantastically exciting. My only problem with Tarzan was the casual, implicit (or explicit) racism that reared its head periodically. I’m kind of surprised you could get away with that in literature, even in 1912, and it yanks you out of the story rather jarringly to run straight into it like that. Still, the rest of it was thoroughly enjoyable, and I’ll probably hunt down a few of the many sequels someday.