What at first looks like help for people with poor imagination faculties rapidly grows into a Cronenbergish story of dubious-taste therapy that may be more damaging than the experience it aims to relieve. Buy the film rights!
I was sent spam for "one-click history deletion" today. Oh, the history deletion button. Shiny, shiny button ... it didn't turn out to be what I thought it was. *sigh*
I'm not going to link to what Orson Scott Card had to say about same-sex marriage. Instead, something positive: when I read something online I hate, I go read Morford. He sets the world to rights.
On the subject of despairing in all humanity, I've added up the times and I think I can make it to see Dogville and Le Corbeau in a single evening. Oh yeah, beat down that human spirit.
But, what's this? A minimate Frodo? Joy reigns again! (Also available, Aragorn, Legolas, Twilight Frodo ... and an uruk-hai in chain mail pants!)
The world's not so bad after all.