Female mortality rates, 1992-2006. Red counties reflect an increased mortality rate, blue counties reflect a decrease.
Amanda was talking about this like it’s an actual thing, which is of course ridiculous. I had an early favorite, but on further review, this was actually very close.
That’s right, now you can rep Glen Park just like me. Order by April 8.
I read this screamer of a piece by Tom Scocca earlier in the day, but I just read it a second time and felt like I appreciated it even more.
“Wanna take a ride?”
Despite my better instincts I was re-watching Contact on tv tonight. I saw this movie in the theater, in college, on what I didn’t think at the time was a date was a viciously intelligent girl whom a lot of my fiends were obsessed with. I honestly don’t remember how I ended up going to this movie with her, other than the fact that she was basically squatting in another friend’s dorm room over the summmer; but I went on few enough both of dates and non-dates at that age that the incident still rattles around in my head.
Anyways: I am not sure if this movie is any good. It’s an adaptation of a book which I haven’t read, but which I hold, transitively, in some regard. I remember describing it at the time as a fighting robot movie, except instead of fighting robots it was a fairly coarse set of ideas — either way, it’s the same pornography.
But one thing in particular has stuck with me for fifteen years: this one character — an eccentric billionaire decomposing in low-earth orbit — and this one scene in particular. There is a fatalistic joy in the way this line is read that struck a note with me as a young adult and never really left.