Raining hot death from the sky

If Hunter S. Thompson gets what he always wanted, his earthly remains will soon get blown up real good.

Thompson’s family says that the writer wanted his ashes shot out of a cannon, but they want to go one better than that. The man who shot himself in the head may be packed into a shell, fired 800 feet into the sky and explode in a blossom of color 600 feet across as the world’s first (dead) human firework.

Thompson’s apparently heroic deed of killing himself rather than face another day as an old man with nothing new to say has sent sales of his books similarly skyrocketing, pushing Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas to #16 at Amazon.com.

The Web will eat itself and its children

Today both Wired News and Red Herring had articles about internet housewife Jason Kottke’s plunge into full-time blogging, which I found about by reading Mr. Kottke’s blog. Both pieces quoted liberally from Mr. Kottke’s previous post announcing his new decision to sit at home and link to articles written about him sitting at home linking to articles about him sitting at home.

Meanwhile, the “real” media over at the New York Times is busy christening Hunter S. Thompson’s corpse as the patron saint of the blogoshere; which may or may not be true as both are currently full of gas, but at least Hunter now has one more hole for venting.

Pope Crazyman: "Gay marriage = Satan!"

Having just recovered from not physically dying but losing his mind or something anyway, Pope John Paul² says in his new book that gay marriage is part of “a new ideology of evil,” which should not be confused with Bush-baby’s Axis of Evil® or Orson Welles’s “Touch of Evil.”

The Pope, salivating and leaning to the right and waving off fluttering bats that only he can see, writes that gay marriage is “perhaps more insidious and hidden, which attempts to pit human rights against the family and against man.” Confusing, certainly, but also… what the hell?

His Popeness also compares abortion to the Holocaust, albeit abstractly, and did not add that we should give him all our money, and believe that the bones of some dead people are magical if he says they are while he waves his hand in the air while wearing a dress.

When I hear the word 'art' I pull out my checkbook

…or log in to eBay.
Well, I certainly take back all the bitching I did about The Gates. In fact, I might have to go ahead and get myself a swatch.

The piece is not only moving; it’s apparently moving very well.