I wonder, if in my lifetime, I'll ever own a cool futuristic truck.
Or take a ride in a luxury space balloon. "No rockets. No g-forces. Experience a gentle, meticulously crafted spaceflight in our one-of-a-kind Space Lounge during your six-hour journey, complete with meal and cocktails."
Or live in an oddly shaped futuristic home?
For now, I think I'll settle for L I V I N as the famous philosopher, Wooderson once said.
Sorry for the diversion, back to the regular links:
Do the right thing opening credits scene, with a bit from Rosie Perez: "Freakin’ eight hours later, this freakin’ man had me still dancing. I had tennis elbow, my knee was swelling. So I forgot about the lyrics, the original words — you know, Elvis, John Wayne? To me, it was all 'Spike, Spike, Spike, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!' And, when like rage and hate just poured out of my body, pure exhaustion, He went, 'Cut, print it! We got it!'"
"I want to insist on an amateur internet; a garage internet; a public library internet; a kitchen table internet." - Robin Sloan
A tribute to movies with inaccurate binocular shots.
I hope you have a great weekend with minimal Sunday Scaries.