Here is a sketch comic I made called Ducks, in five parts.
Ducks is about part of my time working at a mining site in Fort McMurray, the events are from 2008. It is a complicated place, it is not the same for all, and these are only my own experiences there. It is a sketch because I want to test how I would tell these stories, and how I feel about sharing them. A larger work gets talked about from time to time. It is not a place I could describe in one or two stories. Ducks is about a lot of things, and among these, it is about environmental destruction in an environment that includes humans. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
DISNEY IS MAKING A MOVIE WHERE BELLE AND THE BEAST HAVE SET-UP A MULTI-GENERATIONAL ETERNAL CONCENTRATION CAMP
THIS IS LITERALLY A THING THAT’S HAPPENING
Oh my god this sounds like such a glorious train wreck.
I do have one quibble with your description there: the article only mentions a big prison. Concentration camps are where people go to die.
just to be persnickety to your quibble, concentration camps are where people are concentrated into camps. the British ran arguably the first concentration camps, in the Boer War. the Americans ran concentration camps for Japanese and Japanese-Americans in World War II. they’re not all death camps (though they are unpleasant).
HUNGER GAMES REPORT: did not know Philip Seymour Hoffman was in movie, squealed audibly and girlishly when he appeared
I loved how when he first appears it’s like he was coming from a different movie with those clothes.
"Mr. Hoffman, here’s some pieces we’ve picked out for your character’s wardrobe…" "Yeah, I’m not wearing any of that."
1. It’s the most perfect market for street foods I’ve ever seen. The density of the city makes pricing super responsive. You want to raise the prices on your falafel to $3.50? Fine, but there are three other places on the same block that sell the same falafel for $3.00, so screw you. And yet each shop can afford to sell its falafel at $3.00, because the population is dense enough to create security in profits despite razor thin margins. Amazing.
2. The most valuable commodity is access to restrooms. I have to use the restroom, like, all the time, and as a non-New-Yorker I have no idea how to find one. It’s terrifying. When I asked an employee of the New York Public Library (the fourth largest in the country by number of books) if they had restrooms, her dismissal was kind of condescending.
Peeing is a basic human right, and Congress should nationalize all of New York’s restrooms.
Probably what we should be doing right now is increasing the deficit, but that’s heresy in today’s political discourse. From a Felix Salmon review of a Krugman book:
And then there’s the whole class-based undertone to the discussion, which I think if anything Krugman doesn’t make forcefully enough. The thing that Serious liberals and Serious conservatives have in common — the thing which in large part makes them “widely respected” in the first place — is that they’re rich. Usually, very rich. And rich people, as I said in my own review of Krugman’s book, don’t actually worry much about unemployment: it doesn’t really hurt them, even if they lose their jobs. What they do worry about is inflation, since that erodes the value of their dollars. And so when Krugman calls for a nice dose of inflation to help cure the economy’s ills, what he’s really calling for is for a significant chunk of the fixed-income portfolios of the rich to be devalued in real terms.
My Sister Paid Progressive Insurance to Defend Her Killer In Court
I’ve been sending out some impertinent tweets about Progressive Insurance lately, but I haven’t explained how they pissed me off. So I will do that here as succinctly as possible. There’s a general understanding that says, “insurance companies— oh they’re awful,” but since Progressive turned their shit hose on my late sister and my parents, I’ve learned some things that really surprised me.
I’ll try to cleave to the facts. On June 19, 2010, my sister was driving in Baltimore when her car was struck by another car and she was killed. The other driver had run a red light and hit my sister as she crossed the intersection on the green light.
“Takin’ a different route,” he tells you, directing you to turn right and head onto the freeway.
You ask if you’re ready for the freeway and he grabs you by the shoulder. “Don’t waste your time!” he shouts. “Do what you need done. Say what you need said. Make sure you get it all out before the…