R.I.P.: Alice Ghostley

September 22, 2007

Actress Alice Ghostley Dies at 81

LOS ANGELES (AP) — Alice Ghostley, the Tony Award-winning actress best known on television for playing Esmeralda on “Bewitched” and Bernice on “Designing Women,” has died. She was 81.

Ghostley died Friday at her home in Studio City after a long battle with colon cancer and a series of strokes, longtime friend Jim Pinkston said.

Ghostley was an inspiration to Paul Lynde.

See latter-day Ghostley in this YouTube clip of Designing Women. Alas, nothing from her 1960s heyday…

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That Funny, That Nasty, That Charming Man

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YouTube: Dune Movie Trailer

September 22, 2007

Frank Herbert’s Dune Trailer

12/13/07 Update: Alternate YouTube links:

Dune Trailer Remastered
Dune Trailer
D. LYNCH: DUNE – Theatrical Trailer

A beginning is a very delicate time. In 1984, the long awaited film version of Frank Herbert’s epic novel Dune came to the silver screen. What happened next? The worst box office disaster in history! Sad to say it, but mostly everyone who saw Dune hated it except for the few who actually read the book! I’ve always loved this movie but if I ever said that in public I was usually beaten with large rocks or a baseball bat

Yo, B, I gotcher back. I love this movie too — both versions!

Quotes I carry in my PDA:

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Sapho that thoughts acquire speed – The lips acquire stains – The stains become a warning – It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear… I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

Sector 6 – 80 — copy the sixth — the summit — the eight the quadrant over the ninth plus eighty — four circles — weave the eighty and call the fourth copy — enter nine — seven by seven a seven the seven call seven B seven — enter the circles call the sixth copy the sixth over the summit…. eight. […] Eight…. Thufir Hawat… Mentat… Master of Assassins.

They shall come all for violence: their faces shall sup as the east wind. And they shall gather the captivity of the sand. […] Behold as a wild ass in the desert go I forth to my work.

We Fremen have a saying… “God created Arrakis to train the faithful.” One cannot go against the word of God.

Bring on your baseball bats, mofos!

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LifeDrive Notes: More WiFi Unfun


Our President Admits He Is A War Criminal

September 22, 2007

OK, this is so damned important that it calls for me to embed a YouTube video in this blog for the fourth time.

Watch this, dammit!

And I repeat the first YouTube vid I’ve ever embedded, Paddy Chayefsky calling you to action:


Blog Notes: Categories Still Screwed Up

September 22, 2007

Argh. I just noticed that Categories are all screwed up again.

Another email to WordPress Support…

And, yes, I wasn’t going to be blogging today. But the weatherman lied: it is raining out. It wasn’t supposed to be, as of midnight last night (when I heard the report).


Tech Quote Of The Day: James Kendrick

September 22, 2007

Even Microsoft realizes Vista doesn’t work for everyone

See, we were right all along here on jkOnTheRun and this just proves that Vista is not ready to run your mobile PCs. Maybe not even your desktop. Wow.

Wow!

How do we spell Massive Fail? V-i-s-t-a!

Vista: It’s Worse Than BOB!


Asus Eee Gets Dissected By Mad Russians

September 22, 2007

The indomitable jkk of portable device fame has emailed me a link to his blog which then links to two other sites, one of which is a translation of a Russian review in which there are many, many pictures of guts of the legendary but not yet available Asus Eee!

Here are the links:

Asus Eee PC 701 dissected — jkkmobile

UMPC News : eeepc 701 exposed in Russian review. — UMPC Portal

ASUS Eee PC 701: субноутбук at the price of a handheld computer — Part One
ASUS Eee PC 701: субноутбук at the price of a handheld computer — Part Two
— machine translation of review into fake English:

On шумовым to characteristics a novelty from ASUS – the indisputable leader among modern шумяще-whistling mobile computers. It(she) publishes sounds only from динамиков.

ASUS Eee PC 701: субноутбук по цене КПК – Part One
ASUS Eee PC 701: субноутбук по цене КПК — Part Two
— the original article in Russian for ex-KGB expats

Hell, that article even provides three perfect sales pitches for the Asus Eee:

Yes, this burden really does not pull.

And:

And so, you not only can freely travel with a novelty, but also leave in the Internet.

And:

ASUS Eee PC 701 – the gift for those who requires the present(true) mobility

I love it!

Previously in this blog:
The Asus Eee Effect?
Asus Eee: My Head Is Now Spinning!
Asus Eee: Even On Mars?!!?
Asus Eee: WTF?
Is The Foleo Completely Dead Now?
Asus Eee: Real Hands-On Report With New Pics
YouTube: New Asus Eee Vids
Asus Eee: Alleged Hands-On Report
Asus Eee To Do Color Covers
Asus Eee Versus Raon Digital Everun
Asus Eee: More About Its Keyboard
Asus Eee: The New Timex-Sinclair?!!?
Asus Eee: OS X?!
Asus Eee: XP Runs!
New Asus Eee Article
Asus Eee: Increasing RAM Possible
Asus Eee: OK. Wait. What’d He Just Say?!!?
Asus Eee And Palm PDAs
Asus Eee = Flybook = RSI
Blog Notes: Yes, I’m Working On It!


Go Get Yer Stephen Fry, Unillustrated

September 22, 2007

A poster over at Gear Diary has cloned the electrons of Stephen Fry’s now globally-famous cri de coeur about smartphones and other like pocketable devices.

Go read it here.

Thanks to Jim Moat for the email tip.

Yeah, you still can’t get it from Fry:

We’ve enjoyed extensive web traffic over the past few days. As a result, the Forum and Blog will be shutting down from Saturday 6.00AM-12.00PM (British Summer Time) whilst we upgrade the server.

Please return for the latest on Stephen’s blog and events in the Forum.

And for those of you (which probably includes Fry himself) who doubted I’ve read his novels, here’s one of the many bits I scanned and carry around with me in my PDA (currently a wretched Palm LifeDrive):

Jane’s house found itself somewhere near Onslow Gardens. There was money in her purse, no question, courtesy of her Uncle Michael no doubt, and, like every rich, ignorant girl these days, she passed herself off as an interior decorator.

“People saw what I’d done with the flat,” she said, as the taxi drew up outside a standard South Kensington white-pillared portico, “and asked if I could help them out too.”

The interior lived up to my ripest expectations. Hideous flouncing swags for curtains, raw silk instead of wallpaper, you can picture the whole sham shambles for yourself, I’m sure. Barbarically hideous and as loudly wailing a testament to a wholly futile and empty life as can be imagined. Just how fucking idle, just how rotting bored, do you have to be, I wondered, to sit down and dream up this kind of opulent garbage? She was standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows raised, ready for my gargles of admiration. I took a deep breath.

“This is one of the most revolting rooms I’ve ever stood in all my life. It is exactly as hideous as I expected, and exactly as hideous as ten thousand rooms within pissing distance of here. It’s an insult to the eye and fully as degrading a cocktail of overpriced cliché as can be found outside Beverly Hills. I would no more park my arse on that sofa with its artfully clashing and vibrantly assorted cushions than I would eat a dog-turd. Congratulations on wasting an expensive education, a bankload of money and your whole sad life. Goodbye.”

That’s what I would have said with just two more fingers of whisky inside me. Instead, I managed a broken, “My God, Jane . . .”

“You like?”

“Like isn’t the word . . . it’s, it’s . . .”

“They tell me I have an eye,” she conceded. “Homes and Interiors were here last week, photographing.”

“I’m sure they were,” I said.

“You should have seen the place when I moved in!”

“Such a sense of light and space,” I sighed. Always utterly safe.

“Men don’t usually appreciate such things,” she said with approval, moving to the drinks table.

“Fuck you, you mad, sad bitch,” I said inside, while “Even a man couldn’t fail to be knocked out by this skilful, tasteful blend of the ethnic and the domestic,” said my cowardly outspread arms.

— The Hippopotamus by Stephen Fry; pgs. 21-22

Right then. Hurry off and go buy his books. They are hugely funny, witty, and intelligent.

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Someone Bop Stephen Fry On His Noggin, Dammit