Are you religiously reading Low Resolution Theatre, the comic I’m doing in tandem with the lovely and talented Angela Black? Are you following it on Tumblr? Or subscribed to it via RSS? You should be.

Alternatively, do you have “read LRT every day” tattooed backwards on your forehead so you’re reminded of it every single morning when you look in the mirror? That’s an option as well, albeit a fairly drastic one.

Regardless, please read and support the comic. Early adopters will have bragging rights once it becomes world-famous. Also, you might get access to some cool swag before the general public.

All I could think of when I saw this photo is that it’s what Homer Simpson’s workstation would look like in real life.

(via David Kaneda)

office helper (via me)

Also resized for use as desktop wallpaper (WALL-E-paper..?):

2560 x 1600
1920 x 1200
1680 x 1050
1440 x 900

Then after that, I want to be Jason Permenter for a week.

Then, I will be happy.

Recently I’ve been hand-making these little grid-paper notebooks, using my old comic books (reinforced with thin cardstock) as covers, and giving a few away to friends and such. They’re 3.5×5.5in and have 48 pages each, and are obviously one-of-a-kind.

So if I were to, say, make a large quantity of them and then sell them in packs of three, would there be any interest? And if so, would $12.00 for a 3-pack seem reasonable?

My iTunes library is a metadata trainwreck.

My document management schema is a hodgepodge of notes about naming conventions, redundant backups, and the six local volumes that contain the entire mess, all scribbled in a battered Moleskine.

And my books? Oy, the books. Probably 700 volumes in my office alone, neatly shelved but not organized in the least¹.

The list goes on and on. If you know me personally, you have a good idea of how much nerd-rage this situation produces inside me.

It looks like 2009 is going to be The Year of Getting My Collective Media Shit Together.

The keys and navpad are unfit for grown-up human use. The phone’s clunky headphone connector has all the charm of a tumor. The awkward flip panel makes for clumsy, fumbling answers.

Once again proving that form should always follow function (excepting Apple, usually).

Before the iPhone (and before that horrid little Blackberry Pearl I used for all of 6 months) I’d used three different Sony Ericsson candybar phones, and loved every one of them.  It’s sort of sad to see them missing the mark these days.

(via Gruber)