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Saturday, December 31, 2005
Call the Guinness People: AP Finds a New Record U.S. Toll for Year in Iraq Nears '04 Mark:
2003: The United States invades in late March and faces an enemy that largely surrenders. US faces 9 months of combat and occupancy. 2004: The first full year of occupation, and the year which the "record" was set. 2005: The second full year of occupation, and the year in which the record is almost matched. There you have it; a record of long-standing. Well, we Americans are told that we're always hungering for the bigger and better things all the time, with baseball players chasing home run records every year and whatnot. I guess Associated Press is just trying to feed our interest in meeting or exceeding records every year, even if it has to manufacture those records out of whole cloth. Fertile, Not Ill (Part II) In response to my thesis that bloggers are not a sickly lot, but are a fertile lot, Kelley of Suburban Blight announces. Friday, December 30, 2005
A Totally Sucky Movie Game No One Else Will Play So when I was watching my traditional Christmas movies last week (Die Hard and Lethal Weapon), I noticed that both movies starred two different actors (or an actor and an actress) in small roles:
Tonight, we watched Coming to America, and we got a similar effect, and oddly enough it was Die Hard II:
Okay, Samuel L. Jackson is bonus credit, but isn't it weird how the Die Hard series is the touchstone in this? Six degrees of Kevin Bacon? Insert Die Hard, and you immediately knock off two degrees. I reckon it's because producers and directors prefer to work with known quantities for their projects (Joel Silver, for example, was behind Lethal Weapon and Die Hard), but it's still amusing and impressive to identify groups of actors who appear in several movies that are not sequels of each other. Gentle reader, I invite you to do the same. Drop a couple of your own eureka moments in the comments, or post such on your Web site. Or, I guess, you can bother me with the list of the obvious when you see them. I mean, crikey, I know Clint Eastwood used a bunch of cowboy actors from his films in Every Which Way But Loose. Show some originality! Book Reports: The Empty Trap by John D. MacDonald (1957) The Executioners by John D. MacDonald (1958) I bought these books, paperbacks, from Hooked on Books for $2 and $3 respectively. So that's a testament to how expensive books can be at Hooked on Books and also a testament to how much I like John D. MacDonald. The Empty Trap details a revenge-based story told partially in flashback. A hotel manager finds himself working for a syndicate-connected hotel owner and discovers that he has no way out of the business. Unfortunately, the woman telling him this is the hard-but-soft songbird wife of said owner. The hotel manager figures the only way out is to absquatulate (meaning 1) with some of the mobster's money and the mobster's wife; the mobster thinks the hotel manager and the wife should indeed absquatulate (meaning 2). The goons leave the now-former hotel manager for dead in the Mexican desert, but in leaving him only mostly dead, they set the stage for revenge. The Executioners reminded me a lot of the movie Cape Fear (or at least the promos I'd seen of the movie), and a quick glance at Amazon.com reveals why. The book was the source for the movie. Ah. As you might already know with that hint, a man and his family suffer the unwanted attention of a released felon against whom the father testified. The police and other locals provide little help, so the family goes on the run and finally has to make a stand. Both books have plots that have become stock over the last fifty years, but I read them to see how John D. MacDonald did them. He did them well and rapidly; these books weigh in at fewer than 170 pages each and respresent the best of the immediately post-pulp era. Spoken Like a True Quality Assurance Person or Media-Friendly Economist Researcher: iPod earbuds could damage hearing:
"No one really knows for sure" the levels at which iPod users listen to music, but "what we do know is that young people like their music loud and seldom worry about any decline in hearing ability," Dean Garstecki, chairman of Northwestern's communication sciences and disorders department, told Reuters. If only we had some metaphor by which we could grasp the danger so we could better clamor for government regulation, such as warning labels or a mandatory cap on the volume these things could produce.
Or we would have heard the particular chorus, if we weren't deaf. Instead, we've had to read it on the Internet. Wow, I Though He Was Dead Already Mourn a moment with me for the recently departed poet: 'Tiger' creator Blake dead at 87 I was under the impression that WIlliam Blake had died a long time ago, but you know how colleges are these days, imparting the young with bad information. Let's eligooglate the man with his most famous work:
Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? Introspection Like Ravenwood and 40% of the people who take the survey, I have discovered: ![]() Robert Morris...-The Executioner-...You are loyal and brave(to a fault) but you are also a psychotic killing-machine. Seek professional help NOW! ;-) Which Red Dawn Character Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Wherein Brian J. Speaks Ex Cathedra About NSA Cookies As a QA dude who understands cookies, I officially call this a non-story: Despite federal ban, NSA Web site places 'cookies' on visitors' computers to track Web surfing:
"After being tipped to the issue, we immediately disabled the cookies," he said. So I agree with Jeff Jarvis that anyone trying to make hay out of this is simply happy to continue yipping the letters NSA. Kevin Aylward notes that the DNC Web site uses cookies set to expire in 28 years (the expiration date of the cookie served as "evidence" of the insidious nature of the plot). Waiting for the Christian Riots in Sweden Anti-Christian Jeans Are a Trend in Sweden:
Logo designer Bjorn Atldax says he's not just trying for an antiestablishment vibe. "It is an active statement against Christianity," Atldax told The Associated Press. "I'm not a Satanist myself, but I have a great dislike for organized religion." (Submitted to the Outside the Beltway Traffic Jam.) Thursday, December 29, 2005
What's The Right To Private Property Worth? In Clayton, it's:
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Handy Hey, Web developers, here are some handy cheat sheets for HTML, CSS, JavaScript, and such: http://www.blogsip.com/node/45 (Link courtesy of Bucci.) Pope Extends Right to Vote to Fetuses Pope Benedict says:
U.S. Trade Deficit Narrows Well, that's what I take away from this story, with the following quote from Toronto mayor David Miller:
(Submitted to the Outside the Beltway Traffic Jam.) Monday, December 26, 2005
2005: The Year's Reading In Review As some concede defeat in the Fifty Book Challenge, you, gentle reader, have suffered through no fewer than 96 book reviews this year (and one forthcoming). Here's my list from 2005*:
Book Report: Ruled Britannia by Harry Turtledove (2002) I bought this book from the discount rack on the Barnes and Noble in New York at the end of September, and I read it in October, but I have yet to post a report on it as we gave it to my mother-in-law as a gift for Christmas. But here it is, gentle reader: my first foray into Turtledove's alternate history, as best I can remember it. The premise of the book: The Spanish Armada succeeded, and King Philip deposes Queen Elizabeth and locks her in the tower of London. A London-based playwright, William Shakespeare, becomes intangled in a plot to overthrow the Spanish and must compose a play designed to fire up the British at the same time as he's commissioned to write an elegaic play for Philip. The book's language and research undoubtedly capture a lot of the time period; the English is modern, but the sentence construction tips its hat to the middle English of Shakespeare's day. Unfortunately, the book slips into a bit of repetition that made me impatient for it to get on with the story. Also, as I was not a student of the detailed history of the era, some of the subtleties are lost on me. Still, it's an interesting question and perhaps one of Turtledove's lesser efforts--after all, the blogosphere raves about his other work. I won't totally pan it since I did give it as a gift (perhaps a passive-aggressive response for Deliver Us From Evil). However, if you're speed-reading in an effort to make the Fifty Book Challenge, this book presents a speed bump. Pretentiousness Tip Comme-ci, comme-ca does not rhyme with ob-la-di, ob-la-da. If you say it that way, we'll all know you're a poser. Saturday, December 24, 2005
The Ghost of Christmas Postings Past: Top Five Christmas Movies Originally posted Christmas Eve 2003: Friday, December 23, 2005
Spoken Like a True Trekker Professor Bainbridge: The Patriot Act: What Would Kirk Do? Oh, wait, he means some legal eagle named Russell Kirk. Oh, well. Video Game Question Could someone please send me the cheat code for Civilization IV that makes Leonard Nimoy sing "Proud Mary"? Thursday, December 22, 2005
Googlebomb NATHAN GEORGENSON e-mail me at stlbrianj@hotmail.com the net time you Google yourself. Thank you, carry on. Book Report: Floodgate by Alistair MacLean (1983) This book is the third MacLean novel I've read this year (see also Caravan to Vaccares, Partisans); ergo, you can assume that I like the author. Enough to pick up his books at the local library for a quarter when the local library needs to cycle out extra books for more space for Internet connections. I shouldn't complain, as I get something for my buck (cheap thrillers remembered from my youth) while the library gets something (room, pennies on the dollar for books) and other users get something (free Internet connections, although I'm not sure how many people in Casinoport and its satellite communities need free Internet connections). But I digress. This novel, one of MacLean's later works, suffers from the excessive dialogishness one could ascribe to many of his works. A Dutch policeman must work against a terrorist organization that will bomb The Netherlands' dikes if its demands go unmet. There you have it. The policeman must infiltrate the group, and that's it. No real plot twists, and perhaps a gaffe that one cannot explain. MacLean might have been radio telephoning it in as he transplanted his tales to the modern (1980s) era, but they still read quick and linear, drawing one along to the inevitable conclusion--and a short conclusion at that. So if you're looking for something similar to Clive Cussler, but clocking in at only 200 pages, I'd recommend any MacLean. But if you've a high school or small community library ca 1986 with numerous volumes of MacLean, perhaps you ought to start with Where Eagles Dare. On further review of that last sentence, I realize this might be my first exposure to this particular novel (unlike the others I've read this year, which I reocgnized by their covers). In my youthful (1986-1990) reading of MacLean, I probably didn't encounter this novel, as it was so new. Weird reflection upon my library, and my reading: my library and my collection really begins at about 1990, when I went to college. All the Agatha Christie novels I borrowed from my high school library and all of the sundry novels I tore through at the rate of 1 per day in high school. If they're not on the shelves, I have no record of their reading; hence, I must read them again! For all intents and purposes, my literary life began but 16 years ago. I pity you, gentle reader, who suffers through these book reports and only but now know what you're in for. Answering a Question With a Question Instapundit asks:
Eminent Domain By Any Other Name The helpful city of St. Louis wants to relocate a corporate citizen:
Fortunately, though, the city had some choice property on its hands that it could
"Praxair is not interested in building a new facility on a floodplain within a Superfund site where, as the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers has indicated, there may be risks of radiological exposure," Praxair Distribution President Wayne Yakich said in a statement. All in a day's work for your city officials, who get a headline two-fer for driving out the evil, stand-alone corporations and bringing in the parasitic crony capitalist corporations. St. Louis Post-Dispatch Finds the Jews Kudos to the St. Louis Post-Dispatch and its investigative journalists for finding the Jews in the woodpile:
"1-877-KARS4KIDS. . . K-A-R-S, cars for kids . . . 1-877-KARS4KIDS. . . Donate your car today." The advertising spots, which have been airing on KMOX since before Thanksgiving, offer few details on the vehicle donation program. They tell listeners the program is a "recognized charity" and donors will receive a "maximum deduction" from the Internal Revenue Service for their vehicles. The ad also says donors will receive a "free vacation voucher" good for a three-day, two-night stay. What is left unsaid, and what also is conspicuously absent from the charity's Web site, is that almost all money raised through the Kars4Kids charity goes to a Lakewood, N. J.-based program set up to pay for private schooling and other educational programs. It aims to bring Jewish schoolchildren and adults closer to their heritage. How very investigatory of the Post-Dispatch to wade through a world full of Muslim charities collecting money to blow up innocents, Irish charities collecting money to fund the IRA, and Chinese Taoist charities collecting American defense secrets to sniff out the Zionists. (Submitted to the Outside the Beltway Traffic Jam.) Tuesday, December 20, 2005
True Internet History Fact In 789, a band of raiders from a tribe in what would later become Holland crossed the English Channel and looked for easy prey and pillage. They eventually rounded the south of England and landed in Wales. For the next two years, they sacked and pillaged, and by 791 had completely stripped Wales of its vowels. Returning the their homeland, these proto-Dutch used the stolen vowels to garrishly adorn every name and many words in their native tongue. It's true: you read it on the Internet. Wherein Brian Muses, Loses Daddy Cred Reflection upon viewing a swirling mass of light and dark on the computer screen:
Monday, December 19, 2005
Remember the Olden Christmas Tales Like this one I posted last year: Die Hard MDCXCII: Die Really, Really, REALLY Hard Holiday Tip Going down to the international port and trying to hang a shining star upon the highest bow is an excellent way to spend a cheery evening with local DHS officials. Sunday, December 18, 2005
Book Report: A Specter Is Haunting Texas by Fritz Leiber (1968) I bought this book as part of the much-vaunted by-and-sell-on-eBay thing I had going on in the early part of the century. I didn't sell it, and I didn't mark it a quarter in my own family yard sale; instead, I've read it. As you know, I'm on a neo-classic science fiction kick these last couple of weeks (see also my report on Man Plus by Frederik Pohl). The book has the double-effect thing I enjoy so much. As a piece written in the late 1960s, it captures something of its time and the state of the science fiction of the era; however, its setting is hundreds of years hence. After colonizing the near solar system, the world fell into atomic warfare with which the colonists wanted nothing to do; as a result they evolved for life in free-fall. Meanwhile, the east and west coasts of America endure massive nuclear strikes which leave the fascist Texans safe to emerge as the rules who conquer the Americas and continue the struggle against the Chinese and the Russkies. Oddly enough, although someone from the twenty-first century could look upon this and see blatant politicization-as a blogger, it's my sacred duty--this book doesn't contain any; the setting is simply the setting. Also, the author doesn't have much to laud about the others in the book, whether the oppressed workers nor the Russian socialists. Instead, it's all part of the setting, and it is what it is. A thespian from the Sack--a free-fall colony near the moon--comes to Texas (as the whole Western hemisphere, give or take a couple hippie republics, is called) to stake a claim on an old family mine. As he's unused to gravity, he wears an exoskeleton to function, and finds himself playing the role of the foretold leader of the revolution--or at least the figurehead as he plays the leader to earn his passage to his mining claim. The voice fits the thespian from off the planet well, and the book is rather enjoyable. If you're not too caught up on the latest science fiction, and if you can find a copy, it's worth checking out. Carnival Entry Given my recent posting schedule, I'll be a regular contributor to the new Carnival of Nothing. Of course, if you're thinking it's a round-up of Sartre or Heidegger commentary, you'd be right, after a fashion. Memo from the Academy It's supposed to be an op-ed about gender feminism run amok, but Lionel Tiger (seriously) proffers the following metaphor which reflects ill on its creator:
To the contrary, the commission's report frontally accepts that there are intrinsic differences in how men and women cope with health, education, responsibility and violence. It concludes that social policies must not begin by denying differences. If you're running a zoo, know the real nature of your guests. This applies nationally, not only in New Hampshire. Friday, December 16, 2005
Dammit, I Wanted to Be First Curse the literary in the world who beat me to calling the new Heath Ledger and Jake G. movie Beast With Two Backs Mountain. Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Book Report: Mommy Knows Worst by James Lileks (2005) I bought this book at the local Borders at full price because I enjoyed Interior Desecrations, and I cannot handle a day I don't start with a Bleat. Also, Lileks' is the life I want to live, to the point that I am shaving myself a high forehead to go totally all Single White Female. Perhaps I'm revealing too much and strengthening the case for a restraining order. But anyway. If you read it on the Internet, it must be true; ergo, I came into this book with a different set of expectations than a casual readers, and Lileks, like a jeweller with a loupe in, took his little hammer and shattered my crystalline acceptance about my upcoming next twenty years. There's so much upon which I had not already dwelt. Like teething. For crying out loud, that's going to last forever, and like the teeth will burst forth all snaggled from sealed gums....Although history has proven that most have survived this ordeal, I'm not looking forward to it. So instead of reading this book with a knowing humor, with the shared knowledge of travails past, I have to look at it as a set of future tribulations, knowing that many of the quaint solutions we will apply will one day be the subject of Gnat's sequel to her father's work. Monday, December 12, 2005
Who's My Libertarian Candidate Next Time? My Republican Senator, Jim Talent, thinks the Patriot Act requires fighting meth:
Sens. Jim Talent, Missouri Republican, and Dianne Feinstein, California Democrat, said the Combat Meth Act -- together with anti-meth measures championed in the House -- were included in the Reauthorization Conference Report filed Thursday. No doubt the Missouri Republicans would put me on that cross. (Link seen on Instapundit. Click there, little brother; that poor Tennessee law professor needs the traffic.) Old School or Damn Kidz? Dennis Franz: Old School: Norman Buntz Damn Kid: Andy Sipowicz How you answered the question certainly bespeaks your age, if nothing else. N00bs Check out this guy. Trying to bask in my reflected fame, brah, is no way to read a book, as you'll strain your eyes. That's right, it's my semi-literate brother starting a blog. He's got one insightful post with post-therapy recovered "memories", but never fear, ladies....he's got a full profile so you can see what a chunk of man he is. Sunday, December 11, 2005
Christmas Shopping Tip Having trouble finding that gift for someone who has everything? Come on, you're insulting the Franklin Mint and the assorted collectible industries. As a matter of fact, they've created something just this very second that they guarantee that person does not already have. But order now! Saturday, December 10, 2005
Steinberg Bites Pit Bull Controversy Neil Steinberg has the right perspective on the current municipal fad of banning individual breeds of dogs:
An old joke. But a form of illogic still too often used. Eliminate the thing that seems to cause the problem. Consider the severe, burdensome restrictions -- basically a ban -- proposed in the City Council against pit bulls. Pit bulls often maul people because pit bulls are a popular, powerful dog that people train to be aggressive. Should they be banned, certain Chicagoans won't stop wanting mean dogs -- they will only shift to another breed that is also powerful and can be trained the same way. Lose the caboose, and the next car in line becomes the last car on the train. Rottweilers will be next, then bull terriers. Soon only pugs will be legal. Book Report: Man Plus by Frederik Pohl (1976) I bought this book as part of a sack of books for a buck on the last day of a library book fair in some rural southwestern Missouri county earlier this year. It's a Stated First Edition, woo hoo! Unfortunately, it's also a former library book, with all the stamps, scrawlings, and pockets, but a nice acetate cover anyway. Oddly enough, it's a former Granite City library book, which means this book has been to Springfield and back in its limited lifetime. But I digress. This book describes the progress of the Man Plus program, a program designed to modify a man to survive on the surface of Mars and to get that man to Mars. It's a good old school science fiction piece, set in the near future for the time (the president in the book is the 42nd President, which we all know served in 1993-2001. It features an limited omniscient narrator who uses the third person the identify interested onservers who are not a part of the Man Plus project, but who direct it from behind the scenes. This compelling little mystery kept me turning the pages and offers some foreshadowing that keep the story moving. Overall, a good book, the kind I ate up in my formative years to make me the lesser geek I am today. And for those of you keeping score at home, this book marks my 94th read of the year. Unless I start hitting the coloring books, I won't make 100 this year, but my goal was 70, so I did well. Of course, I haven't met any of my other personal goals this year, and I likely won't read this many next year with the impending lifestyle change upcoming, but I'm rather pleased with my bookishness this year. The Age of Innocence Remember when security cameras were so novel and interesting that you would stop when you spotted one and smile, wave, or act goofy? Yeah, me, too. That was a long time ago. Book Report: Firestarter by Stephen King (1980) I bought this book a long, long time ago when I was doing the eBay thing. Undoubtedly, I bought it for a buck or less and hoped to turn that into a quick three or four dollars, minus eBay's cut of fifty cents plus twenty percent plus PayPal's quarter plus twenty percent plus whatever shipping cost over what I charged plus the cost of packaging compounded with the cost of gas to the post office and my time in preparing and shipping the item. In retrospect, perhaps my bottom line is better off that I didn't actually sell the book on eBay. Now that I've come to better appreciate Stephen King, my library is certainly better off. As you probably already know, gentle reader, this book deals with a father and his daughter on the run from a clandestine government organization called the Shop. A participant in a small study while in college, Andy McGee (the father) found that he had special abilities beyond those of normal men. He married another participant, and together they begot the very special titular pyrokinetic daughter Charlene. The clandestine officials kill the mother and pursue the father and daughter so they can study them and perhaps use the child's power on the Russkies. Hell, you know how it works out, sorta; you remember the Drew Barrymore movie, back when it was startling that the little girl from E.T. could be dangerous--back before the little girl who played the little girl from E.T. became actually dangerous. The book moves along quickly and captures not only early King narrative, but also some of the zeitgeist of the time. Unfortunately, the book's ending also reflects that zeitgeist, without any cathartic retribution or quiet return of the hero to normalcy; no, we get an indication that the child will tell her story to the one periodical that will stick it to the man, a periodical of some influence at the time, perhaps, but not any more. Of course, it wasn't 2005 in 1980, so I couldn't certainly expect Charlie McGee to start a blog, but come on. John Kerry Wants Iraqi Secret Police Some people think John Kerry called American soldiers terrorists, but that's a stretch. He did, however, say that Iraqi troops should be terrorizing the Iraqi people. Here's one of the only transcriptions of the comments from last week's Face the Nation that I could find:
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Casinoport, Missouri, Municipal Snow Removal Plan Executive Summary The sun'll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun. Just thinkin' about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow 'til there's none. When we're stuck with a day that's gray and snowy, we just stick out our chin and grin and say, "Oh!" The sun'll come out tomorrow, so ya gotta hang on 'til tomorrow come what may. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! We'll love ya tomorrow. You're always a day away. Undue Process So is this Alito guy confirmed yet, or what? No? How come criminals have the right to a speedy trial, but nominees to the freaking courts don't have the right to a speedy confirmation vote? (Professor Bainbridge has more on the latest ginned-up controversy from Alito's past.) Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Message from Interstate 70 Westbound, 5 pm. You know what really pushes my buttons in traffic? The single thing that turns me from mild-mannered, but mildly-sadistic-QA-person into a seething hulk of inhuman anger? A bumper sticker that says Stop Road Rage. I mean, not only does that particular driver think that he's got an inside track into the psychology of the human condition, but also he thinks that you're a weak-minded soul upon whom his Jedi mind trick of a bumper sticker will have some influence after he's cut you off, zip zip, while on the phone so he could move one car ahead in the jam to the exit and prompting your extreme braking with a methamped trucker on the road for 9:58 and wanting to make Forrestel in the next two minutes before his rig shuts off on your tail, the Mack's lights so bright in your rearview mirror that you're tanning, now burning. No, the Stop Road Rage bumper sticker works reverse psychology and actually boosts road rage. It's only slightly more annoying than the Prevent Child Abuse license plates profferred by the state of Missouri with the colorful handprints-in-green-paint-on-a-white-wall motif that indicates another damn mess made by the kid that you'll have to clean up that deserves a spanking or too, all the while with Missouri not offering an opposing viewpoint with the inspirational message of Corporal Punishment Builds Good Republicans and a colorful belt logo. But, ah, we're off the brakes and moving now past the friendly Motorist Assist truck behind the Corolla on the jack. Never mind, life is good. Sunday, December 04, 2005
Steinberg, Condensed For those of you who don't want to read Neil Steinberg's columns, allow me to summarize today's:
Crikey, how ungrateful can one man be? After all, Steinberg once called the author of MfBJN as a "genuis", or at least might have said something I posted was "genuis" once. Ungrateful, perhaps, but I prefer to consider myself the sole remaining paladin of Bob Greene, whom Steinberg routinely snarks in his columns. Teach Your Children Well Boys hurt on bikes sue Wal-Mart, importer: Marin trial to focus on wheel clasp used on millions of cycles:
When I was a child, we used to take our old Kent bikes down the side of a freeway embankment past some electrical transmission towers at high rates of speed. I'd like to think it was skill, but it was probably also a large amount of luck that kept me from serious injury. But assuming I had come to harm, in the early 1980s and even though we were poor, we wouldn't have sued for recompense. What a pity, as it offered such lucrative targets:
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Collier Speaks Truth To Power VodkaPundit2 uses a quote from Nolan Bushnell to explain why 18 million video game players represents a net loss over 20 million gamers over the last 20 years. To his entry, I'll add this codicil: This will explain the growing popularity of games like Luxor, Zuma, Bejewelled, PopCap games, simple Yahoo! games, Uproar, and other sites moving into the simple games space. Granted, their games won't have the glitz of super graphics nor of Hollywoodization of video games, but in terms of profitability and marketshare, they will eat Take Two Studios' lunch. |
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