[legend has it that Ernest Hemingway wrote a six-word story to win a bar bet — For sale: baby shoes, never worn. leading to the author’s birthday, I’m going to offer a daily post of my own six-word story. readers are encouraged to respond with their own]

I watched the moon bleed out.

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At a certain hour I become wistful. When this occurs, I turn to that which inspires me, helps me believe that wonder and beauty and triumph still exist.

I present my muse of the evening: Paul Gilbert

If you enjoy the sound of electric guitar, I think you’ll find his work breathtaking.

And if you think John Mayer’s the greatest living guitarist, prepare to have your belief challenged.

[legend has it that Ernest Hemingway wrote a six-word story to win a bar bet — For sale: baby shoes, never worn. leading to the author’s birthday, I’m going to offer a daily post of my own six-word story. readers are encouraged to respond with their own]

Night gives love and steals lives.

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[via sarcastically, i am : click to enlarge]

Ohhh shit! Who knew that Tatooine has such ballin’ beaches?

Good god, Christopher Nolan would love to take a stab at a Bond flick:

via bbc and slashfilm:

I’ve loved the Bond films since I was a kid. For me, they’re always about the expansiveness of cinema. The first Bond films set up infinite possibilities about the world they create. I’d love to do a Bond film.

Christopher Nolan is my boy! My fucking homeboy. I want his Inception more than I want a Diet Mountain Dew. And I’m positively tremulous from lack of caffeine right now! Just kidding! Duh. I’m seeing the eyes of God amidst a pile of emptied aluminum.

I love Daniel Craig as Bond, and I’ve loved his two flicks in the role. And this is all despite the fact that I have almost no clue about what happened in the flicks due to the knotty, non-sensical plots. Can you imagine if Nolan and his brother got a crack at the universe and a script?

Yes please.

[images & words is the comic book pick-of-the-week at OL. equal parts review and diatribe, the post highlights the most memorable/infuriating/entertaining book released that wednesday]

Floating somewhere past Neptune, I decided to start reading. I had a fresh stack of Picto-Literature, given to me by my lover the day before departure. She knew that I had a soft spot for the paneled page, tales of hyperbole accompanied by a glut of exposition. Such insights into my interests were why I had accepted her as my lover in the first place.

I joke. The fact that such a babe would receive a Thought-Scientist, especially one as scrappy as myself, is a damn miracle. And these days, I’m no longer a disbeliever of miracles.

Rummaging through the cartoon-books, I was impressed by the titles at hand. My lover had collected some of the most critically acclaimed titles, the classics I grew up reading as a young lad. Grant Morrison’s Batman and Robin. iZombie by Roberson and Allred. A rerelease of Casanova, the groundbreaking title by Fraction/Ba/Moon. Ah, such wondrous creations were crafted before the Collapse!

Staring out the bay window, I knew that I should feel some sort of immense gratitude. For the splendor of the universe. And the opportunity to explore it. But with a handful of pulp – yellowed, slightly battered paper narratives — I couldn’t maintain the gaze.

What’s more impressive — the constantly unfurling, eternal and infinite nature or the ability of small, squishy flesh creatures to represent it?

Sifting through the works, I found the first issue of Scarlet! What a gem! Brian Michael Bendis and Alex Maleev, the writer-artist duo known for reinvigorating Marvel’s Matthew Murdock (known at the time as Daredevil) had come together for this creator-owned property. Truthfully, I had never read it before. Hell, this made the fact that I was shipping out to a six-month work assignment a bit more bearable.

Before reading, I flipped through the pages to admire the artwork. I know, I know, according to the comix guides of the Aughts, this is a big no-no. But I like to give myself a sneak preview, titillating myself in the same way as experienced through a movie trailer. But this time I found myself slowing down, breathing in as much of every page as possible, words aside.

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Some fucking dorkus malorkus on the internet posted this video of him deleting his World of Warcraft characters. Apparently he’s played the game a shitload, and he’s like, lonely and stuff:

via kotaku:

Internet person haiksterbnh   spent nearly five years of his life playing World of Warcraft, clocking over 24,000 hours. He created a Level 73 Shaman and a Level 80 Priest. But after “having no friends…at all”, he made an important decision.

In a video he posted on YouTube, the 34-year-old haiksterbnh is apparently giving away all his in-game items and deleting his characters. Sure, he could have sold his account, but deleting everything seems far more cathartic.

What a dumb fucking move. Maybe I’m a hater, but this is how I see it. Haikster-guy, if you’re a 34 year-old guy and you have no friends, deleting your characters isn’t going to save your social life. In fact, when you wake up the next morning without our purples and your phat loots, you’re probably going to barf blood as you fire off an e-mail to Blizzard begging for restoration. WoW didn’t kill your social skills, and you probably just lost your closest group of friends. Who cares if they’re on the internet, tangibility is so 20th Century.

Hit the jump to watch this guy make the biggest mistake of his past ten years or so.

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[deviant art via kotaku]

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Take that, Batman! Maybe when you spy on Wonder Woman and Superman, they’ll just engage you in some ethical debate. But Donkey Kong? Fuck that shit! He knows you videotaped him masturbating to one of Princess Peach’s scarves, and he’s mad as fuck. Prepare to get served.

Some fucking phenomenal shit right here. Welcome to outer-space, the greatest example of staggering relativity:

via new scientist:

A relatively small black hole has been spotted blowing bubbles with diameters of more than 300-1500 light years.

Robert Soria of the University College London and colleagues pored over images and data from the European Southern Observatory and Chandra X-ray Observatory, zeroing in on an unusually large remnant from a supernova explosion. Its host galaxy appears in the Sculptor constellation of Earth’s southern sky, around 12.7 million light years away.

They discovered three hot spots in the x-ray emissions, all in a row, and identified the central one as the core of a black hole a few times larger than the sun. The two spots flanking the core are produced by jets colliding with interstellar gas.

A nearby star feeds the black hole, giving it energy to shoot a flood of particles out each side at near the speed of light. These jets are much more powerful than expected for a black hole of this size, blowing bubbles that expand faster than the speed of sound. The finding suggests that more of the energy spent by a black hole goes into accelerating matter – rather than emitting x-rays – than previously supposed.

DIAMETERS OF 300-1500 LIGHT YEARS.

WHAT THE FUCK.

The universe is great.

[legend has it that Ernest Hemingway wrote a six-word story to win a bar bet — For sale: baby shoes, never worn. leading to the author’s birthday, I’m going to offer a daily post of my own six-word story. readers are encouraged to respond with their own]

Day Eight; He regretted previous seven.