Lazlo Nibble

Work Thought: if you wanted me to stay in my lane you shouldn’t have tossed me the keys to the ambulance.

Headline: “Trump bought up to $1M in bonds from Netflix and WBD days after merger announcement”

Dude can’t even get insider trading right, damn

“A fair question, and one which in recent weeks has been much on my mind.”

YouTube video by La Bionda Presents Righeira - No tengo dinero.Official Video.

Picking a single “favorite” music video is impossible. But I can recommend Chris Isaak’s commentary track on the video version of his *Best of…* album without the slightest hesitation as it is hilarious.

And now…Righeira!

youtu.be/kwxIGe1oOJQ

My promise to you all for the year to come: If the hype over “AI” turns out to be a botnet-driven attempt to destabilize the global economy by coaxing into existence the biggest bullshit-driven bubble in human history I am going to be UNBELIEVABLY insufferable about it. Like, off the fucking charts.

Misplaced a MicroSD card while “hacking” (lol) my 3DS and spent at least ten minutes tracking it down again. I swear those things should come with a black-label warning against the risk of accidental inhalation.

(It was mixed in with some Christmas cards.)

I just found out a Rocket Fizz opened nearby and plan a raid after the holiday retail freakout is done with. Last time I was at one it felt like the Tower Records of grape soda options.

Evening scene captured from the northern shore of the Tamio River, with sunlight filtering through the mists over the Gerudo Highlands.

Albert Bierstadt, *Cliffs of Ruvara, Northern Gerudo Highlands*, ca. 1868. Private collection.

Text from New York Times article on bullying by the Gilbert Goons: Rick had loved high school — he considered it to be the happiest period of his life. “I played football and basketball, I had friends, I had great teachers,” he said. “It was like ‘The Breakfast Club.’ When I think about it now, that’s what I picture.”

I think Rick is confusing John Hughes’ film *The Breakfast Club* with something completely different. Maybe the band of the same name, or a Cap’n Crunch commercial.

I caught silent glimpses of this over the shoulder of another passenger on a cross-country flight last week and was…intrigued. Mostly by the way it had clearly slipped through an interdimensional portal into our universe mere moments before we boarded.

Mondo teeno giving <mix-dependent decision tree>

“B&W with the banner as the accent color” is very “early Vintage Crime/Black Lizard” which is not the worst vibe to evoke.

Any number of “na na na”s just read as Katamari Damacy music to me now and there’s no shaking it

Post-rainstorm rainbow under broken cloud cover, photographed around 4:15 PM on November 9, 2025 in Los Chavez, NM.

We’re resolved to move back to New Mexico at some point. Denver is fine, but this is home.

I never thought to look for those old Something Weird Video comps on the Internet Archive! (This post is mostly a reminder to myself to do that later, feel free to go on about your beezwax.)

We’re rewatching it now and it’s a perfectly cromulent Star Trek series.

Phineas T. Phreak-y, if we’re being precise.

On-location photo from the upcoming Legend of Zelda Movie featuring Benjamin Evan Ainsworth as Link and Bo Bragason as Zelda in a green, grassy field, presumably somewhere in Hyrule.

Ok, Link is sufficiently pouty and twink-like so I’m down but damn, Zelda’s fit is like the laziest cosplay in all of cosplay history. I’m not sure I’d even twig it as being Zelda if she showed up on my doorstep on Halloween.

A Kindle Oasis 2 with its lock screen showing a transparent-ized version of the cover from Sparks’ Big Beat album.

Jailbreaking this thing was the easy part compared to not spending all of next weekend creating lock-screen wallpapers for it before I’ve loaded a single damn book

Time was if you were mentioned in the local newspaper in damn near any context your address was published right next to your name. Searching the newspaper archives for my grandparents’ address uncovered not just cranky letters from my grandfather, but my dad plowing into a family while drag racing.

Jesus, that’s a *long* way back! Well, hello!

<throws “enshittifying the Usenet archives” onto the never-forgiving-Google-for pile>

LinkedIn made me *install the desktop client* to cancel my paid subscription. But that affront just made cancelling feel even more satisfying.

One and the very same.

My squealy noise is muffled a bit by this not being on the US shop (yet?). I’d try ordering from the UK but we’re still five months out and by then there might be 250% tariffs on anything that uses the term “twelve-inch” rather than “special disco single”

Dating myself by referring to “gaming”: Eu-Can Bowl (at Eubank and Candelaria), between PONG and the machine where you dialed in your birthday and it spat out an IBM card with a graph of your biorhythm. The “you crashed!” mechanic had your car flipping off the track in slow motion. Sooooo cool.

A wad of dirty packing tape resting on the back of the book it was removed from.

Dear previous owner: the solution to irritating book goo is Goo-Gone or your local equivalent, NOT sealing the goo behind a layer of packing tape, thereby obliging your successor-in-interest to mop up a layer of Gen2 goo.

At the risk of joining them: every “super deluxe edition” needs to be modeled on the Songs from the Big Chair box. ALL the material issued in association with the release, period. All of it. Include even more if you like, but never less. Anything else is flimsy cowardice. <mic drop>

Sixteen or so tech manuals from O’Reilly and others, dating back to at least the early ‘90s, on a shelf at a thrift store. Includes the first edition of Programming Perl; the X Window System User’s Guide; Windows NT Event Logging; the second-edition Unix System Administration Handbook; a couple of Oracle 7 books; titles on SPARClite, Solaris, and HP-UX, and so forth.

ARC Thrift yesterday. I don’t know whether to be proud because someone finally managed to purge all their useless thirty-year-old manuals (IYKYK), or sad because they died.

From what I learned watching Jenny Nicholson’s video on The Vampire Diaries the other day, I suspect you could use ChatGPT to completely replace the writer’s room on that show without anyone noticing.

The North Pole By Submarine, by Bleep 10 track album

Bought Deep Heat 8 instead of this on our ‘91(?) ComicCon trip. No regrets but I always wondered what I missed…remembering BLEEP as the title, not the artist. Friday on Bandcamp the cover popped up and I recognized it instantly after 35 years bwa ha haaa!!! crammed-discs.bandcamp.com/album/the-no...