Slopes and Sam

06-05-05 by Sam

Today’s strip needs no introduction.

Although I will follow it up with a dire warning. Don’t go looking furries up. Ever. Under any circumstances. I realize that Curiosity may be tickling at your brain, threatening to dig her claws in, but you need to put that bitch down. Show Curiosity her place, because this time, she’s only going to get you in trouble. Women, huh?

I’ve been actively using the internet since roughly 1996, which is starting to feel like a long time, although I still consider the whole “connected computers” thing to be a bit of a novelty. In those nine years, I never heard so much as a whisper of “furries”. I went about my life blissfully unaware of exactly how mutated the Universe truly is. And then, in the last two weeks, I seem to have stumbled upon myriad references to them. Inside and underneath everything I took for granted something has been growing.  They're everywhere.  And I have to say that Curiosity got the better of me. Give an inch, they take a mile.

In fact, the very first example I saw was a T-rex man raping a brontosaurus girl. She was crying.

You haven’t seen real beggars until you’ve been to South East Asia. Although I’m sure there’s even realer beggars spicing places like India and Africa. There are millions of people devastated by tsunamis. George fucking Bush is still president of the world. And there are people with boners in their basements drawing this shit.

All I’m suggesting is that people now have to get a license for their scanner. That’s all. It’s just a small concession of your personal freedoms.

I had the good fortune of watching the remake of Assault on Precinct 13 the other night. It reminded me of what a sad state the entire movie industry is in, when a movie that is merely good gets shouted about. And that’s exactly what this movie is, merely good. It’s got polish. It’s got good acting. It’s got a story that, while relatively formulaic, had enough twists and turns (and even a moment of brutal shock) to keep me properly entertained. It’s no Fight Club, or Citizen Kane, and it’s most certainly no Transformers the Movie, but I’d invest some time watching it, if I were you. I’ll have to get around to watching the original sometime. Experience tells me they’re always better.

Besides, John Carpenter has never let me down before. Can I say Ghosts of Mars? Eh? Eh?

Oh.

-Sam

06-05-05 by Sam

This recently came to light on the official Nine Inch Nails Access site:

Which gives me, as an Australian, particular delight.  Even the delivery sounds Australian.  It's also further proof that Trent Reznor is the master composer of our times.  He knows exactly what to put into his music.  And exactly what not to.