Moorland Copse by Duncan George

I have been to a wood that looks exactly like this and rather think all woods that look like this are the same wood. Don’t get lost on your way out.

Thanks to the timing on iTunes availability, Clara, Twelve, and Sunday morning breakfast is becoming my new favourite thing.

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Twitter is awesome. It’s given me a lot of fantastic things, put me in touch with people I would have never been able to interact with, and it regularly shows me pictures of kittens.

But here’s the thing I’m just recently coming to grips with: it’s kind of a misery vacuum. Two tiny things…

This is terrific, and hits a lot of the points I touched on yesterday. I don’t entirely agree that twitter is “about finding the people that disagree with you and shitting on them” (at least, not solely) but a lot of this piece certainly rings uncomfortably true.


Supergirl by Mahmud Asrar

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Mamo #372: Canon Ball, Too!

Mamo returns to the subject of film canon, for an even broader and stranger discussion of aging aesthetics, DVD ownership, death and cinema, and Emmerich/Devlin’s overlooked 1996 masterpiece: Independence Day.

Have a good long weekend everybody. You earned it.

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Being good to each other is so important, guys.

Nice work.

Not It


I write things on the internet, like a lot of people. I’ve been doing it a long time - so long, that when I started, most people didn’t understand why I was doing it and/or were appalled by the sharing. I’m not sure any of them are any more convinced, now; but at least, now, when you say “I write things on the internet,” it can get filed away in a big cluster of that somewhere in those peoples’ brains. They may not get it - I’m still not convinced I get it - but they know what it is.

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The End of Gamers


The last few weeks in videogame culture have seen a level of combativeness more marked and bitter than any beforehand.

First, a developer—a woman who makes games who has had so much piled on to her that I don’t want to perpetuate things by naming her—was the target of a harassment campaign that…

Based on this week, I bloody well hope so.

Destroy All Monsters: My Television Cost Money; Kindly Fill All Of It

In which I chop up The Simpsons, Star Wars, and the mass audience and wonder what aesthetics have to do with it anyway. Read more