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This post is so random that I could barely think of a title. I'm sitting here at the office, chillaxing after the movie I worked on for so many months, so long and so hard, swept the Oscars in all the top categories. *pats self on back* In a year of fantastic, intense movies by most of the filmmakers I have obsessively tracked my entire adult life (Cronenberg; Burton; Lynch; Coens; Anderson), it was a joy to work on this one.

OK, let's linkspammit people!

Jezebel: "Uh, thanks for RUINING our orgasms, mens magazine!"  I suppose I’m supposed to think this is sad? I just laugh uncontrollably every time I reread this and look at that (what? 100 YEAR OLD?) advertisement clipping at the top. Heh.

Awesome Nathan Fillion/Nicholas Brandon Whedonverse Con panel vids. LOL. Several parts if you have the stomach. Such charming and bizarre boys.

You recall those Paley Center panels that are starting next month with the casts of FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS, MAD MEN, CHUCK, PUSHING DAISIES, DIRTY SEXY MONEY, and that pesky little BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER reunion? Well how cool is this: you can submit questions for the panels to the Paley Center mods. Open until Monday March 10th. FTW. [via paleyfest08  ]

Both sad, and hilarious: Spike Jonze's new film version of WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE is apparently making children cry in fear at early test screenings. I still cannot wait to see it.

A food comm I read, about_food  , has posted all the concepts Michael Pollan lays out in his latest book, IN DEFENSE OF FOOD, right here. Please read them and do as many as you can – it’s GOOD FOR YOU! Also that’s a very cool comm if you’re interested in slow food, local food, etc.

OMG, look at this crazy adzuki/green tea cupcake! I don't know if I have the energy to make it...*considers*

I suppose a lot of my flist will consider this old news, but I just found out about this FIREFLY fanfic novel by established fantasy novelist Steven Brust.

Let's discuss for a sec, how much I lurve this photo of Ellen Page. *sigh*

If you missed Jon Stewart's hour last week on Larry King, it's all on youtube now.

Wired has a ton of cool pieces this month that blew my mind, inspired me, made me want to get out and MAKE SHIT, and made me very impatient about my business. Here are the ones that are online now: The mysterious honeybee CCD and the world of 'metagenomics' - reads like a Neal Stephenson or William Gibson plot bunny; FREE STUFF is the future of business (by Chris "Long Tail" Anderson). If you have access to the print mag (free copy available here), check out the pieces in the March issue about online gallieries that let us all become art collectors; the concept of the PMOG - does anyone want to play this sounds AWESOME. Let's all regroup about the PMOG after I can linkspam you later.

SciFi Wire and io9 pimping the WANTED footage screened at Wondercon.  I wanna see!

Let me leave you now with a great quote from this outta-control rant about the Oscars that popped up on Salon today.  You just have to give this writing some props:

Hollywood is always a lopsided reflection of the political situation we're in.

In this sense, performing artists, classically a fairly high-strung, hypersensitive lot, have always been pretty effective canaries in the cultural coal mine. What they've been telling us, lately, is that we have a very, very sick culture on our hands.

It was a terrible, tooth-gnashing year of hideous self-reflection, for America: the ugly flipside of cultural narcissism. Our country, on the back end of a rapacious tear of sophomoric jerkbag behavior, is moving into the slightly more mature adolescent phase of starting to hate its own smell.

I am the greatest country in the world / I am the piece of shit at the center of the universe.

After shaving its head and driving drunk around the globe with no panties, calling itself the Antichrist, and finally abandoning its children, totaling its SUV and getting its ass kicked in the parking lot of the Persian Gulf, America is realizing that it is internationally loathed, broke, soulless, tasteless, fat, drunk, malicious, greedy and stupid, and has been generally behaving like a lousy excuse for a world superpower for long enough to lose all its friends and position.

Conspicuously missing from this Oscars was any loose talk of politics or the war, until the designated time block for dissent during the presentation of the documentary film awards. This was especially weird: Why, if they didn't want to acknowledge the outside world, did they get a truth teller like Jon Stewart to host the thing?

Huzzah!  Who is this Cintra Wilson?