Spotted on Pinterest, this rather striking portrait of Sherlock Holmes created by morphing together photos of multiple actors who played the role, including Basil Rathbone, Robert Downey Jr., Benedict Cumberbatch, and Jeremy Brett. I find the fusion strangely compelling and while I think it most nearly resembles Rathbone, it keeps tantalizing me ( Read more... )

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Previously, the main thing* I'd ever seen Zooey Deschanel in was Big Trouble, a greatly underrated comedy classic, as far as I'm concerned, and a movie of which I am thoroughly fond. In it Deschanel plays the too-cool-to-emote teenage daughter of Rene Russo and Stanley Tucci, and acquits herself perfectly well in the role. So I was a bit baffled ( Read more... )

Overheard somewhere, someone making disparaging remarks about "the boys in Enterprise"... I don't think they were talking about a television show, its fans, or cast members. Pretty sure they didn't mean rental car agents either. And with that I realized it's a new business buzzword, one that seems to have crept into various interstitial spaces ( Read more... )

I saw yesterday via Kate's post that the US Olympic Committee had gotten shirty with, of all things, the web-based knitting community, Ravelry and fired off a legal cease-and-desist mark protection notice for Ravelry's use of the term "Ravelympics" (...presumably as part of a comprehensive take-down of any entity using a name ending in -lympic, ( Read more... )

I can't help thinking that the dogged frequency with which cable station Retroplex is replaying Judgment at Nuremberg indicates someone in the programming department making a political point. Certainly the judicial summary at the end, as delivered by Spencer Tracy, becomes a carrilon descant of peals being rung over the collective heads of America ( Read more... )

I hereby denounce the New Eclectics as a bunch of non-serious, impure mongrel revisionists of Ulm. I do this because Movement SF is dumb, and I want no part of it. Also, I have a dire fear of briarpatches. Go forth, my minions, and make holy war on Charlie. Or, you know, not ( Read more... )

How seriously is one supposed to be able to take a 16th C. England in which none of the women, including the very proper, very Catholic Queen Catherine, owns a single shift? Or a hood, for that matter? Many of them cannot, so it seems, even afford sleeves. As a result, we are treated to the spectacle of Tudor women routinely traipsing around the ( Read more... )

Once you say it, I guess it makes sense. In the wake of Heath Ledger's death, one Seattle LJer found all their local stores were all out of Heath bars. Kinda tells you who the Heath Ledger demographic is, eh?