I grew up on the works of Franklin W. Dixon and Victor Appleton II, which is to say the Hardy Boys and Tom Swift, Jr., as they appeared in the early 1960s. I've had the same disillusioning experience as Gene Weingarten—except that I also devoured the original 1930s versions when I discovered the pulps collection at Alderman Library at UVA.
Huckleberry hones those claws when he's happy. He hones 'em when he's frustrated. Essentially, he hones 'em a lot—which explains why <I>my</I> paws are so frequently bloody.
Bagheera is strict, but fair. I have been warned.
<A HREF="http://blog.hometheatermag.com/markfleischmann/">Mark Fleischmann</A> sent this url, asking, "is there a parallel with the audio business here?" Oh really, Mark—how could you think that?
Alright, so yesterday I met with a candidate. She was great. Today she called to let me know she'd accepted another offer. Such is life. I'm a bit bummed.
You are what you IM, I guess.
It could be Frankie.
Brazil's Guilherme Marcondes shows the big studios how to make animation interesting. <I>Tyger</I> mixes puppetry, illustration, photography, and CGI together to create something that Neil Gaiman describes as "like something I dreamed as a boy." When you start channelling Gaiman's dreams, you're in serious territory.
Ted Berger is working on wetware can reconstruct lost thoughts. Well, that's the eventual goal.
It's almost a shame. There's room for only one.