“Mandelbrot’s in heaven…”
Indeed.
Benoît Mandelbrot died on Thursday, the 14th at the age of 85. He was born on the 20th of November, 1924.
(The procedure in the chorus describes how to generate a Julia Set for a given C, by the way.)
Why would we ever be forced to utilize a word with such undertones?
I could agree with a simple need of recognition. With sentences, though, I’m supposed to incorporate the word into my troupe. If so, then I guess that the Vagrants and Barbarians have a new playmate!
“Last year I interviewed for a TV job, and they asked me if I had ever directed or shot car chases. I said yes, went home, shot this, and sent it back to them.
I didn’t get the job.”
Why do I have the feeling that this is, barring involvement of the Shaggin’ Wagon, exactly the kind of video we’d end up shooting?
(Video courtesy of reddit)
Said is True Art.
Art? A work, thereof?
Nay, the essence, thereof.
Is such emulated, created, or abiding?
That is the beauty.
Your subjection transcends the perspicacity of the peer.
AT&T has that commercial out featuring Gene Wilder singing Pure Imagination, which I just saw (they’re totally my favorite wireless company now).
I don’t care what anyone (who’s foolish enough to think such) says: Burton has nothing on Stuart, Depp has nothing on Wilder, and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory has nothing on Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.
I just have to share this trailer that Brandon was kind enough to show me.
If the movie lives up to the quality of this trailer, I might just see it in theatres.
My father’s cat just bit through my headset’s cord.
There’s a thunderstorm outside. I need to find a long, metal pole and some rope.
