I've been promising to review Tiny Ghosts for something akin to years, which is not a time frame that I thought had any sway on the internet, like trying to explain tectonic drift to a gnat. You just assume that the gnat is going to forget, not sit up nights for 120 million years to watch the Pacific widen.
Irrelevancies aside: Tiny Ghosts is a photo-comic with a lot going for it. If you like A Softer World check out TG, because there are black depths the little specters can reach that ASW's sidestepping tongue-in-cheek can't.
Tiny Ghosts is not consistent. If Mr. Peloso cut down his sentences to about half their usual lengths, he could punch up his strips considerably.
fr:Sam N to:rajesh.naik@wpafb.af.mil
Wed, Mar 5, 2008 at 3:27 AM Octopi colors and more quotidian uses
Dr. Naik,
I'm a senior at the University of Tulsa, and, wondering if materials science had any uses yet for the impressive camouflage abilities of the cephalopods, found your email in a Google search. I know that military applications tend to drive the most cutting-edge development, and I filled my head with grand visions of computer terminals without a glow behind them but a natural, infinite vibrancy of colors and textures, wrappable over any surface -- lines of text marching right across your sunglasses, dynamically relocating buttons, a computer screen on magazine stock.
The possibilities in dynamic texturing, modeled on the videos I've seen of octopi varying the roughness of their skin to mimic corals, are staggering as well. Buttons that glow red and rise from the screen? Dynamic Braille?
I know these are hackneyed dreams, but what's the chances that I'll see the fruits of biotech labors like yours borne in my young lifetime? I'm anxious to see what the new century brings for the human-technology interface. Materials science sounds a lot more exciting than computer science. All I'm gonna be able to do is port Windows onto your octo-PC.
oh the army they can catch you
but they can't make you talk
you ain't snitchin
they all bitchin
might as well let you walk
they can scream
demean
tell you all sorts of lies
but the manual won't even let em cover your eyes
jihadist homies ain't quakin they ain't makin no fuss
in Iraq you get your ass beat worse than that on the bus
but march eight two thousand eight -- history stops
that grand slam is uncle sam's balls when they drop
army bitches can't strip you or feed your dick to a dog
can't fake sex getcha wet or beat you down with a log
they leave that trick shit to the jackboots with sway
the big dickin wing tippin C I motherfuckin A
they gonna take it to a level
of which you ain't heard
gonna bust down your resistance
where you ain't preprrd
say the word
get em scurred
your confession's assured
GONNA MOTHER FUCKIN DROWN YA AND YOUR TRIAL'S DEFERRED
WATERBOARD
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WATERBOARD
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WATERBOARD
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now I can waterboard like gitmo and it ain't wrong
I bought a rag and a bucket and I wrote this song
gonna tie you to a table
gonna cover your nose
gonna pour water down you till you feel like a hose
watch you gag
watch you choke
watch you kick writhe and scream
geneva says its torture I CAN SEE WHAT THEY MEAN
but catholic cardinals been waterboard'n centuries
and if it's good enough for jesus then it's good enough for me
so fuck everyone else, we the most independent
anyone can torture check the second amendment
