Today’s free answer to an unasked trivia question is:
Roxette
To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
Today’s free answer to an unasked trivia question is:
Roxette
LOS ANGELES — Marvel Enterprises is suing two individuals who’ve slept because it claims that the individuals had dreams with Marvel characters “Spiderman,” “Rogue,” “ShadowCat,” “She-Hulk,” “Dazzler,” “The Scarlet Witch,” and other heroes and, quite frankly, a lot of heroines.
The lawsuit claims that St. Louis resident Sean Wilson and Cahokia, Illinois, resident Sam Jose violated Marvel’s trademark characters in their dreams on the nights of May 4, 2005 and May 6, 2005 respectively. Marvel seeks unspecified damages and an injunction against the two young men to stop using its characters.
REM-sleep enables participants to emulate superheroes’ look and abilities and then battle against other dream characters in a virtual city. Like similar so-called personal entertainment media, dream offer a myriad of combinations so that no two dreamers’ plots are exactly the same.
But in its lawsuit, filed Wednesday in U.S. District Court, Marvel argues that the dreamers’ imaginations easily allows them to portray themselves as its superheroes, including “Cyclops” of the X-Men in that one scenario involving “Dr. Jean Grey” of which the Comics Board would not approve.
The New York-based company also took issue with the ability of dreamers to go so far as to use the names of Marvel comic book characters in their dreams.
Marvel claims the two men are responsible because the the dreams occur in their minds, raising the question of whether a person is responsible for his or subsconscious behavior even while unconscious.
Marvel also claims the men have disrupted its “existing and future” business prospects for licensing its characters in stories similar to the plots of their dreams, as the men might not buy those comic books that pale in comparison to their own nocturnal experience.
Neither of the defendants in the lawsuit would comment.
The Marvel lawsuit appears to be the first to raise this question in the scope of individual dreams. But early copyright infringement lawsuits brought by recording companies against people who hummed tunes successfully argued the hummers were responsible for license fees owed to the music publishers because they performed the songs, often in public venues.
The argument can still be made that the dreams are only empower dreamers to the same degree that an establishment like Kinko’s enables customers to make paper copies of copyrighted material, said Lou von Fredericks, senior intellectual property attorney with the Nighttime Frontier Foundation.
“Is it a violation of copyright to make up a character in the dream world or is that fair use?” von Fredericks said. “This is really untested ground in the courts.”
I grow old . . . I grow old . . .
I shall buy a CD box set of Hall and Oates.
I watch this over and over again: Sith Apprentice on Atom Films.
(Link seen on Ipse Dixit.)
Friends, Romans, and gentle readers who might or might not be men, the time has come for me to buy a new Personal Data Assistant (PDA). I bought my current PDA two years ago to support a trip to Milwaukee. I was taking a number of photographs and wanted a handy mechanism to capture details about each as well as blog entries that struck me while I was on the road. I’d once bought a miniature cassette recorder for the same purpose, but I realized soon that they would require transcription, a skill I lack. So I bought this PDA to help capture those thoughts and to provide me with instant access to the phone numbers and other data I might need while away from my desk, my computer, and my address book.
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When I bought my PDA, it was top of the line, and I imagine its features are still quite enviable. Its memory is 80 sheets/160 pages of writable memory. This particular model is compatible with most styluses on the market, including the erasable and the non-erasable data transfer devices. Unfortunately, I prefer permanent encryption styluses in blue ink; once data is written with these styluses, the memory is consumed and cannot be re-written. In most cases, 80 sheets should provide enough usage for any number of lists, ideas, phone numbers, and other data. This particular PDA, unlike others I’ve owned, does not have plugable memory cartridges that I could swap out after all memory has been Notice, too, that I have installed an aftermarket, third-party searching application that will immediately take me to the unused memory. |
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This picture identifies the need for the update; the wear and tear of daily use, wherein I thrust the PDA into my back pocket over and over again, has cracked the external casing. Although the external case hasn’t failed to the point where the memory’s contents would be lost, I don’t want to risk a catastrophic memory failure, which would occur when I pulled the PDA from my pocket and its memory devices would spill out behind me, lost to the wind or the vagaries of a mud puddle I might have crossed. |
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This particular entry into my PDA’s log denotes its age, as it became this blog entry. Circa 1993. Back before the earth cooled, and when blogging was not the means of controlling the world. This particular PDA entry comes from the very trip when I bought this PDA, when it was shining and new. Yikes, it also refers to an incident in 1996 where I drank champagne alone at Sybaris Fantasy Suites because I’d ended a |
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When I uploaded the information from the PDA to an eventual blog entry, a thought, and a reminder for a short story which I have yet to complete, the PDA entry in memory was marked as used, but unfortunately, that didn’t free the memory for further use. This was a limitation of these old PDAs. Also, inclusion of the words “Insane Clown Posse” mark a limitation of an obsolete piece of technology. |
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Do I remember drinking Mint Juleps at Sutton Place with Jewel Accents? No?
Those must have been some effective Mint Juleps. The whole thing leads to some pleasant speculation and imagination, particularly Aw, crikey, those are carpet styles. Jewel Accent kinda looks like the things I step on when I’m stumbling from the bed to the bathroom at |
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Yet, when I look upon the amount of memory remaining within my current PDA, I still have a lot of annotation to perform, a lot of shopping lists to jot, a number of spontaneous ideas to collect, and one or two friends whose numbers I want to keep handy…. I don’t want to purchase a new PDA just yet. |
Because just face it: I have PDA memories, written to disks the size of legal pads or pocket notebooks, from 1990 on. Using the PDAs that I’m used to, with the scratchouts and the incomplete sentences, I have captured memories and trains of thought that I can use for future blog entries, short stories, poems, and whatnot. Were I a slave to Bluetooth or its predecessors Mauvetooth and Aquamolar or other proprietary and since-forgotten file formats, I’d be file.sol with my personal history.
I expect, then, I’ll select another similar PDA when I actually retire this one (in about 40 pages, give or take). Because although I dabble every day in the binary dits and dahs of digital communication, I still value the scratchings in the Noggle TTF that relate my current, older self to the thoughts I had last decade, last year, or only yesterday.
I bought a pair of Levi’s 404 jeans, but now I can’t find them.
When white bread isn’t offensive enough, we have the following:

(Inspired by this book and with apologies to Jeff Foxworthy….)
If only it were a comedy routine and not the law of the land.
FogDog.
Ichor and vicar do, in fact, rhyme; feel free to use them in your next sonnet.
Homage and fromage don’t actually rhyme.
I miss hockey, but that’s because the AHL is on its all star break and the River Otters didn’t play last night. NHL hockey? Yeah, those were on local television, so I don’t get to watch games.
Still, I like this idea: NHL to Settle Salary Dispute with Lawyer Fistfight.
Dear Rhetorical Question Answerer:
When did Motley Crue become classic rock?
Bowling for Soup
Dear Bowling for Soup,
Motley Crue began its transition from vital music makers to the classic rock and oldies market when they released Decade of Decadence in 1991. Any time a musical group releases a greatest hits collection, it gambles. The very name greatest hits indicates that there will be no further hits as good, and a retrospective look at the band also makes the casual fan wonder if the band is done. Even if the album includes new material, its target audience is the cult fan who wants to own everything the band puts out and the people who, years later, decide they want to own a collection of the band’s songs.
Looking over Motley Crue’s discography, it proves true enough. Between Dr. Feelgood and the two releases in 1994, two complete high school classes matriculated without new Crue, and you could only hear them on album rock stations and other retrospective-looking outlets.
So to answer your question, BfS, the best date we can give is 1991.
Feel free to use this for your own puppy:
Rowdy Rottie Piper
Sure, a skylight sounds nice, but why would you let the satellites look right into your bedroom?
Abu Ghraib rhymes with astrolabe.
Just in case you need it for your next sonnet.
Like Milla Jovavich, Canadian siren Sarah McLachlan has a name that’s difficult to spell or pronounce from memory. Undoubtedly (used here in the sense of “I am making it up”), Ms. McLachlan has endured people addressing her or writing of her with one or more of the following:
Sure, it’s a gag that amuses me, but will I think it funny when one of these young ladies mocks me in such a fashion? Probably not; I am thin-skinned and overly sensitive.
Remember, if you try to do your beautiful wife a good turn by picking up her dry cleaning, which she specifically took to the dry cleaners to remove the scent of cigarette smoke from her new apparel:
Failure to heed this warning will totally negate your good hubby points; in fact, it will probably put you into red, parentheses-surrounded points in your wife’s book.
I need more coffee anon.
After watching the movie Ocean’s Twelve, do not attempt to compliment your wife or female significant other by telling her, “You’ve got more feminine hands than Catherine Zeta-Jones and are prettier than Julia Roberts,” if she can quickly grasp the implications.