April 16th, 2009


The Kindness of Strangers

This Web site makes me smile like a loon, although there's no good reason why it should.

Maybe because I love confirmation that people, as a species, are just plain weird.

Read about the Tweenbots and how the kindness of strangers can carry these inanimate objects through the big, bad New York City:

But of more interest to me was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people's willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining its destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.

There's video and and pictures at the the source

In Which Our Heroine Discovers Cartoon Crack...

One thing that I love about Netflix streaming is that you can try stuff without, y'know, actually committing to mail a DVD back and forth.

[That reminds me, I've been using this to stream Netflix to my TV for several months now. I keep meaning to write a review about how awesomesauce it is, but I haven't had the chance yet. Maybe next week...]

So, anyway, I find out that the first season of Avatar: The Last Airbender is available to stream. Since I've been dying to find out what my brother and other fans have been whittering about for years, I took a gander.

Within the first 5 minutes I was utterly charmed. Within the first 10 minutes, I was completely captivated. By the time the first episode ended, I was hooked like the cartoon was crack.

I've managed to watch all of Book 1 in three days.

I. Am. In. Serious. Love.

Before, I could understand why people were pissed about the casting for the live-action movie, since, y'know, white people were cast instead of ethnically appropriate actors.

After seeing book one, I can better understand why some fans were apoplectic. There is no way, no how a single white person could be believable in any of the lead roles. None of the cultures depicted are in any way, shape, or form European. Pacific Rim? Yes. Asian? Yes. First Tribes? Yes.

European? On what planet?

[Oh dear. I have delayed apoplexy about this. Not at all a good sign.]

But, yeah. True love here. And Books 2 and 3 have been plopped right at the top of my Netflix Queue list. As soon as I'm done with Generation Kill, I'll be right on the Avatar discs.

Of course, anyone who knows anything about my history of "fave characters" in genre television won't have to guess at all who's number one with a bullet on my fangirl list. No, really. It's not a guess at all who my favorite Avatar character is. It's like saying that rain is wet and snow is cold, really.

Because I'm just that predictable.

Damn. I really do have a type, don't I?
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