Over many, many bottles of product-placed wine, these four mis-connect, connect, disconnect, and reconnect.

The Daughter of Time.

What’s interesting about the novel isn’t what Grant discovers about the murder, but what he discovers about the production of history.

Jeez, isn’t that King back yet?

How much of this stuff can a person really take in before going into analeptic shock?

Raindrops keep falling on my head.

Sudden warmth and a heavy snowpack lead to lots of water everywhere: lying in puddles on the curb, flowing down gutters, dripping from my goddamn kitchen ceiling.

Floating along on the Internet Slush Pile.

When I’m watching TV, or playing a game, or reading a magazine, I’m always a little bit removed from the experience; even when I’m really engrossed by it, there’s a part of me that’s fully conscious of the fact that I’m consuming media, not having an out-of-body experience. I think it’s a good thing: suture is cool and all, but I like to keep a little bit of critical distance from the things I interact with.

The Web always fakes me out, though. I’m almost always interacting with it, yet I never think of it as media; in fact, I hardly ever think of it at all. It’s probably not a good thing that I’ve internalized it so completely, but when I read pages or thumb through RSS feeds or google an unfamiliar name, I never think twice about it, or even once. The Web just happens.

This is just a roundabout way of saying that my list of unfiled bookmarks has again grown unwieldy, and it’s time to subject you all to another sample of the flotsam that’s been floating through my browser:

Steven Johnson relates a story of abused italics, something I constantly struggle with.

I keep telling myself that one of these days, I’m going to actually visit New York City. The Morning News has advice on what to do in Manhattan when I do.

Lisa Schmeiser lays the smack down on TV critics who unfavorably compare shows to comic books, which is like the lowbrow pot calling the lowbrow kettle black.

The initial Iron Chef America looked a little too much like American Gladiators to attract me, but the revamped version sounds a lot better.

Adaptations of books are always a dicey proposition, but when the author comes out and publicly slams a production, as Ursula LeGuin did with Sci-Fi’s Earthsea miniseries, it’s a bad sign.

There are multiple shows in production about the war in Iraq, one of which is a sitcom. Can art reflect history before it’s even made?

Thinking about media consolidation the other day got me wondering just who owns what.

I’m trying not to obsess over the fact that I’m turning 30 this year because it’s an idiotic thing to worry about, but the question of what it means to be a grownup has been weighing on my mind a bit. Sars has advice on how I should be behaving, or rather, how I should have been behaving five years ago.

The site is pretty confusing, but all of Thomas Edison’s notes are archived online.

Dave Barry has quit writing his long-running humor column. Bryan Curtis thinks that maybe he should take up political writing.

Search engines are now getting in on the fight against comment spam.

I’ve mostly gotten over the little fanfic bender I went on a while back, but that doesn’t mean the ever-present danger of Mary Sue has gone away.

There’s a nice article on the maturing of games journalism at Westword.

The phrase “New Games Journalism” makes me cringe as I picture an army Hunter S. Thompson manques writing unfocused, unending manifestos and calling them “reviews.” In Kieron Gillen’s defense, though, that’s not really what he’s calling for, and the idea of comparing games writing to travel writing is pretty darn interesting.

Taking the “video” out of “video games,” people are now making audio-only games for the blind (and for people who could use a little less eye-strain, perhaps).

If Halo is just too much for you, you can now download its ancestor, Bungie’s classic Marathon Trilogy, for free.

Jesper Juuls struggles with the ideological implications of Nutella and games, which mostly reminds me that one of these days I need to go read some Althusser.

Fun with induction: Guess the dictator and/or sitcom character.

Everything you ever wanted to know about Rhetoric, and then some.

Last but not least: a complete listing of Choose Your Own Adventure books. ‘Nuff said.

Non-multiplayer online games on Xbox Live.

I always think online gaming is a good idea, until I actually go out and try it.

I’m in over my head.

As the scene progresses, you feel that sinking feeling as our hero realizes that he’s way out of his depth: he’s unworthy, a phony, not even a pseudo-intellectual.

Films I might as well have skipped: Fahrenheit 9/11.

Josh’s Weblogging Rule #31: “When posting about a movie, don’t just link to another review and say ‘I agree!’”

Films I didn’t want to watch: The Passion of the Christ.

The parts of The Passion of the Christ that didn’t make me roll my eyes in irritation or close them in sleepy boredom made me avert them in disgust, and those parts made up a distressingly large portion of the movie.

Coming soon: the Nip/Tuck Game.

While my inner knee-jerk liberal wants to rail against a wave of corporate invasions in video games, the cynic in me just shrugs.