brighter than light

Synthtopia posts about the newly released Optigan DVD-R that uses the original master tapes to create hi-fi versions of the beloved (but somewhat muffled sounding) loops on the Optigan discs.

new deputy mare to the old bad horse

One would expect a sad comeuppance after subjecting a visiting friend to the DVD entirity of Firefly. But said friend has kindly sent word to my far off cave of Joss Whedon's new interweb mini-opera of mythopoetic tragi-silliness, Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog.

And horrible is exactly what it ain't.

Surely you know this by now, but in case your cave is even more secluded than mine, I humbly pass the word along. (I guess its free online distribution is about to end . . . UPDATE: yes, as of 21 July there is no more free Dr. H.--now only available via iTunes. Part of a master plan that sees eventual DVD release for us ancient ones of the Luddite clan.)

And blather on how cool it is that Neal Patrick Harris, Nathan Fillion and Felicia Day bring forth this shining bit of funny to coax one from the ledge. Fellow Whedonverse fans will spot David Fury and Marti Noxon in there singing it once more with feeling.

As I'd just finished going through all five seasons of Angel (geeky, yes I am), Dr. Horrible was most welcome indeed. (And I hope it will drum up bidness for the forthcoming series, Dollhouse.)

And having now shilled so totally for the good doctor bad, I've re-earned my designation from another old friend: Joss Whedon's bitch. (Personalized t-shirt in the pipeline?)

Meanwhile in other fiction, I lent the merest of words to FABULON's recent Your Caption Here post. Many others added their own wicked spin to a great superbomba pic of teenage lassitude. My caption has won me an exploding tiara. Or a Arcanta CD. Or the trunk key from a '48 Hudson.

Who knows, who cares . . . I won. I won.

Gimme.

marianne & anna et al

As if you don't already go to these other blogs, strap your bad self in for a pop culture ride:

Funky Junk Trunk & Fabulon harmonically converge on the corner of Boulevard Anna Karina and Marianne Faithfull Avenue.

deadlicious and Au carrefour étrange have been cookin' up a mess of coolness: biker stuff (Paris gangs and Carnival!) and juvenile delinquent book covers (deadlicious and A.c.é.).

The Boat Lullabies has some great new slides, in the colors of yore that folks all adore.

And PCL LinkDump is all about radiation.

fuzzy picture of a cool concertina

Cutting through a considerable blurriness, this and the voice behind it.

(Semi-simulcast on uberkayness)

production: the last ten days

The status here is still mostly napping. And may be for a while.

But I was cranky (after some good cop/bad cop action of a sort one might take too much to heart). And was momentarily saved via belly laughs by the film post-production parody posted on The Music of Sound.

Seek ye also the birthday commemoration of Len Lye.

born on the fourth

unterkayness yet slumbers, yawns, turns over in bed, and talks in its sleep:

hmmm, it's the fourth . . . go visit the spirit of 17.76 and this bicentennial minute is brought to you by

yeah, yeah, over at uberkayness

and no fireworks, but plenty of lighter fluid and paper

sure, you're welcome

um, turn out the light