The Journal of Ephemeral Inspiration

The Journal of Ephemeral Inspiration promises a neverending spew of pointless minutae, brilliant yet useless ideas, troublingly cruel commentary and emphatic musings on whatever shiny object happens to catch our collective eye. Always remember, hate the game, not the playa.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Friday Round-Up: July 29, 2005

The best part of a power outage is the moment the lights flick off. Here at the compound, we race to see who can be the first to set and spike the following exchange:

"They cut the power..."
"How could they cut the power? They're animals, man!"

It's pretty much downhill from there, fun-wise.

Due to nature's pissy wrath and weak-ass busted trees, it was kind of a short week of updates here at the JEI, but our troubles are your opportunity to catch up on any articles you may have missed. ...

As authentic as anything else we do.
Bad Art
We don't know a lot about art but we know what we hate.
A.K.A "Please withdraw your lawsuit."
Opinions are like bellybuttons: a useless deforming scar.
Feature Articles
Finally, some meat on this bone.
Food Of The Gods
Would that we could eat like them.
For Sale
Caveat Emptor. Seriously.
Hot Or Not?
Celebrities ridicule the insecure. Fun.
Because reading is fundemental.
Lost & Found
Uniting keepers and weepers.
Lost TV
Untold tales of the glowing glass teat.
Stop the presses.
There once was a girl from Nantucket...
The Savage Breast
Music, not boobs.
What she blinded us with.
Seal Of Approval
Sites that don't suck so much.
Storytime Corner
Once upon a time... .
A Thousand Words
What a picture is worth, depending on exchange rates.
Intercepted communications amongst the staff.
Wish List
Or, as Black Flag said, "Gimme gimme gimme."

Insania Fragilis, Fectum Dubitabilis!

The J.E.I. Seal Of Approval X

Sorry for the posting delay, kids-- a one-two punch of pop-up thunderstorms and microbursts wreaked havoc with the public utilities that feed juice and connectivity to the JEI compound. Fortunately, we were able to get back on the grid in time enough to thwart Hans Gruber's attempt to break into our electro-locked safe and steal our stash of bearer-bonds... anything to keep John McClaine from stripping down to a beater and bare feet and shooting up our expensive utility infrastructure. Again.

So we're back, and happy to offer our tenth batch of approved sites. Enjoy with a vengeance.

  • Snopes Urban Legends
    From alligators in the sewers to... something starting with Z, Snopes is an excellent compendium of urban legends, both true and complete bullshit.
  • Bobby Neel Adams Age-Maps
    Bobby's come up with a neat idea-- splice photos of a person from different ages of their life to create one image. Not creepy at all, right? Better have a look.
  • Funky16Corners
    Larry Grogan has a superfly collection of obscure funk 45s from the late '60s and early '70s, and he's willing to share. He updates frequently, but only the most recent are available, so check often. What's that? What's a 45 you say?
  • Eat 2003
    On New Year's Eve 2002, Christopher Jennings decided on a whim to photograph everything he would eat in 2003. It's the kind of brilliantly simple idea that makes us call a meeting and threaten to fire the entire JEI staff if they don't start pitching better ideas.

Well done, all. Insania Fragilis, Fectum Dubitabilis!

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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

The Secret Files Of Jimmy Olsen (part 3)

Stop! Jimmy time. He's back, with another installment of...

Hi gang, Jimmy here. Welcome to the third part of my series where I take you into my secret files. The swell folks at The Journal have been great to allow me so much space to share with you all the fun photos and stories about what it was like to grow up with the superheroes. Let's go!

As the supers started growing up and heading off to college, most of them hadn't begun their careers as crime-fighters or even figured out if they were heroes or villains. But these were good times, as they got to know each other better and accepted new faces into their ranks. I was still in grade school, but since my mom was sort of the unofficial "founder" of the superparties, I was allowed to visit. My mom was happy to let me stay out late, I guess because she knew I'd be around such great role-models, like Mr. Kent. Like I once overheard my mom tell my aunt on the phone, "That Clark sure knows how to take care of his mistakes." He didn't like to come over to my house much after that.
Mr. Kent sure is starting to look like a natural leader, huh? Hal Jordan was a new addition to the gang, and Mr. Kent secretly told me that Hal's story about how aliens gave him that lantern that was the source of his powers was bunk-- Mr. Kent had put some uranium in an old oil lamp and hired some kids to dress up in costumes. Back then we didn't know much about the dangers of radiation, but it was still a good joke. And though she'd soon lose the baby fat, Kara was really sensitive about her weight back then-- I once called her "Supersizegirl" to Mr. Kent; she found out somehow and came up behind me and pushed me into a door frame. That's how I chipped my tooth the first time.
Dick Grayson once told me that he never really wanted to be a superhero, but just wanted to find a way to impress Mr. Wayne. Dick was always really busy at the mansion, changing the oil on the Batmobile, ironing the costumes, etc, so when he had a chance to blow off steam, he'd just go nuts. Speaking of Mr. Wayne, I seem to recall it was about this time that he started developing his "scary" personae. It just got worse when he was drinking; he would get so angry over the smallest thing. Dick would sometimes call him "Mommie Dearest" which I think was a private joke.
On the other hand, Bruce Banner could not have been a more care-free guy in those days. He spent most of his time as The Hulk, laughing it up, making new friends... sure, he'd usually end up smashing a coffee table or turning over a parked car, but most of the time he was the life of the party. I think nowadays they call that manic depression, but we didn't know that back then. And there's Pete Parker again... that guy just couldn't take a hint.
Logan usually didn't like to be photographed by me-- seconds after I snapped this picture, he shoved the camera into my face, which really hurt a lot. Mr. Kent was standing behind me and got really mad at me when I fell into him and spilled his drink, so I guess he didn't see I was pushed. I apologized and got him a new one and that made it OK. The rumor back then was Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) and Jake Olsen (Thor) were dating, and she used to tell people his pet name for her was "beard." I didn't get the joke, but who can understand people in love?
Arthur didn't like walking around in a wet costume all the time, so he always kept some dry clothes stashed in the dorms. I had to rescue this last picture from the trash, Diana said she never wanted to see it again... I'm not really sure what happened but it had something to do with the guy she's with pretending to be a girl, and some bet a fraternity had made, I'm not really sure. I heard the guy ended up in the emergency room because of some sort of accident, uh... down there. Like Mr. Kent used to say, "never give an Amazon steak when she ordered fish, Jim." Bad service in a restaurant can be really frustrating.

That's it for this week, gang-- next week, more college memories and we'll meet a few new faces.

Until next time, this has been Jimmy Olsen, your super pal!

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Monday, July 25, 2005

Wish List: The Real Batmobile

Don't get us wrong, the "tumbler" in Batman Begins kicks ass and everything, but when it comes to super rad ride fit for a stylin' batpimp, the 1966 Batmobile from the TV show "Batman" is the only way to go.
Designer George Barris took a 1955 Lincoln Futura concept car, added a sleek black paint job and a heap of bat-Bondo and built the coolest car ever.

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