Loving this poster, liking what I’m hearing about the movie too, the 2012 offering from Laika. Lola lost herself in Coraline, the way kids ought to disappear into fairytales. Starting to look like 2012 is going to be the year of the fairytale. Guess that’s a double-dip recession for you.
[ UPDATE 10:14 31/10/2011 ] And, just in time for Halloween, a great little teaser:
Apparently this dates back to 1912, one year before the creation of the Federal Reserve:
I’m calling it the ‘Occupus’. If I get to the point of placard-making, I’ll be printing it up in A1 and getting Lola and Ruby to colour it in. It certainly puts Paul the Octopus’ prophetic powers in perspective.
Having spent much of the last forty-eight hours on the cold, hard steps of St Paul’s Cathedral, I’m sat in Glass Eye’s little Shoreditch office eating a respectfully parsimonious fare of oatcakes and tomatoes, contemplating how best to make sense of my weekend – structured, concise sense, if I can muster it – in what little now remains of it.
Truth is I’m hoping I can do it with time to spare, so that I can pop back down there before I head on home. It’s an infectious spirit in the camp at the moment, twinned with the engrossing spectacle of a nascent community frantically negotiating the terms of its own survival: with the church, with the authorities and, critically, with itself.
Fox News:
TheOther99Percent:
All that’s missing here is a breakdown of how much of that cool $1.26 trillion found its way back to The Fed, how much never even left, and how much got lost somewhere in between.
via @bergopolis
FOX NEWS:
In which the author: co-opts the passing of Steve Jobs as an excuse to score some cheap points about #OccupyWallStreet; borrows heavily from those more distinguished than he (including Steve Jobs); realises that he doesn’t know whether he’s talking about economics or politics; reminds the esteemed reader that if the two have become indistinguishable that’s not his fault. Nor that of Steve Jobs.
For those who haven’t heard, Steve Jobs has sadly passed away, aged just 56.
News just in that the Mail no longer waits for things to actually happen before it runs the story. Dicks. Just like Facebook doesn’t wait for you to actually use Facebook to have a good grub around in your dustbin. Dicks. Seems like the only person not getting ahead of himself is Charlie Brooker:
Everyone knows there are only two kinds of men who feel the need to drive fast: professional racers and the poorly endowed. Sorry, but those are the facts. Obviously, some men will disagree, but only because they’ve lost all sense of reason, so enraged are they by the teeny-tiny dimensions of their penises, which really are crushingly small – so small they’d still look undersized even if transplanted directly onto a thimble-height scaled-down nude action figure of Dudley Moore.
