If you didn’t believe me before, check this out. This was done with Blender, which was a commercial app until 2002 when the company who created it went under. They then offered anyone to buy the source code, and the open source community ponied up — to the tune of $147,000 US. Six years later, the code is improved to the point where it can create stuff like this. And I dare you to tell me this is any less than Pixar quality.
Big Buck Bunny from Blender Foundation on Vimeo.
Dude, I wasn’t even aware I could run, being Canadian and all. Oh well, anything to keep McCain out of office!
John McCain gets owned by, of all people, Paris Hilton.
I just found a shred of respect for Skeletor, due to her being able to read a teleprompter, and accepting this gig. I did not think this would happen in a million years.
See Paris Hilton Responds to McCain Ad and more funny videos on FunnyOrDie.com
Oh yeah. And I kicked a dog today, just for Bob.
You’ll have until midnight tonight to see his evil plan unfurl for free.
Starring Nathan Fillion (Mal from Firefly / Serernity) as Captain Hammer, and Neil Patrick Harris (DOOGIE!) as Dr. Horrible, Joss Whedon’s Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, a Super-Hero Musical in three fifteen-minute acts, will officially be taken offline tonight. All three acts are available for free right now, and if you’re anything like me, once you see the first five minutes of it, you will be champing at the bit to see Act 3 and pray that that miserable bastard Captain Hammer gets his pretty face besmushed.
After tonight, when the acts are taken down, the only way you’ll be able to see it is illegally, or on DVD. I plan on buying it myself, as soon as I get a little spare coin. The extras are bound to be awesome.
Be aware that below the fold, there’s a ton of videos embedded directly from Youtube. I expect anyone who plans on reading this post, devote at least an hour so you can watch every one of them. You are not paying George Carlin’s memory any honour otherwise.
The media has been rife these past few days with tributes to a personal hero of mine. One would think that’s a good thing — it’s vindicating to have a personal hero lauded in the media, right? So why is it I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth, every single time someone on television or in the papers gushes about what an avant-garde, counterculture, brilliant comedian he was?
It probably has something to do with the fact that I don’t consider him a comedian. He was a truth-teller. And that’s why I, alongside the rest of the world, mourn his death.
This makes me want to dig out my old Infocom text adventures. Or maybe Zork.
