Flicker Fusion

…back in the day, we’d all get together and talk about the job or girls or cars or whatever. Now all we talk about is, “How’s your cholesterol level?” Every chef I know, their cholesterol is through the roof. And mine’s not so great.

…back in the day, we’d all get together and talk about the job or girls or cars or whatever. Now all we talk about is, “How’s your cholesterol level?” Every chef I know, their cholesterol is through the roof. And mine’s not so great.

—Anthony Bourdain, talking to TV Guide of all things. And Kottke points to a much better interview with Bourdain in The Onion AV Club.

And you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to return the card for cash, and then I’m going to download the album off of Pirate Bay, because you’ve confused and upset my mom. And annoyed me.

And you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to return the card for cash, and then I’m going to download the album off of Pirate Bay, because you’ve confused and upset my mom. And annoyed me.

—John Scalzi, on the absolute idiocy of Sony’s supposedly DRM-free music. Read for yourself how fucktardedly stupid MusicPass is.

Perhaps this is more proof of a cunning, leftist NYT master plot? Bringing in a conservative who will demonstrate that conservatives have little interesting to say?

Perhaps this is more proof of a cunning, leftist NYT master plot? Bringing in a conservative who will demonstrate that conservatives have little interesting to say?

—James Fallows, regarding Bill Kristol’s new gig at the New York Times. Of course, it’s also possible that neo-con asshats like Kristol hold the Times with such contempt that he didn’t bother to even proofread the pap that normally whips his illiterate readership into such a fervor. Either way, it’s depressing to see his name muddying up the Times. [via John Gruber]

You know who I’m talking about: The guys – and they’re almost always guys – who own $54,000 stereo systems and have their entire apartments dominated by thousands of vinyl albums of rare imports that are boring beyond description but which they force you to listen to, when you make the ghastly mistake of actually visiting their sonic sanctuaries.

You know who I’m talking about: The guys – and they’re almost always guys – who own $54,000 stereo systems and have their entire apartments dominated by thousands of vinyl albums of rare imports that are boring beyond description but which they force you to listen to, when you make the ghastly mistake of actually visiting their sonic sanctuaries.

—Clive Thompson, on why it’s a good thing that audiophiles are dying out