Black Mirror's San Junipero - Heaven is a place on earth
Jan 14, 2017
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve watched Black Mirror’s San Junipero (alright, 5). From the compelling way language and wealthy visual cues are used to describe the concepts of space and time within episode’s context, to an amazing Mackenzie Davis and the philosophical / existential approach, San Junipero is a brilliant work of art.
All songs in San Junipero are tightly connected to the script, but “Heaven is a place on earth” by Belinda Carlisle really stands out for practically narrating the whole story.
Charlie Brooker, writer of San Junipero and creator of the Black Mirror anthology, created a Spotify playlist with all featured songs plus the ones that didn’t make it. Link.
Using Node.js to parse and serve multiple web comics in one page
Mar 19, 2016
UPDATE JULY 2018: This is embarrasing, completely outdated and an overkill
I’m a lazy (aka automation-loving) bastard. Why browse multiple web comics instead of just having all the latest strips served in one uncluttered page on a local server.
Project is hosted in Github
Needless to say that this should remain within personal use and not under an Internet-facing deployment, as it would violate creators’ rights. Parsing is highly dependent on the respective web comic’s webpage structure, so nothing bulletproof there.
"This site is best viewed in Internet Explorer" and other UI mistakes
Sep 28, 2014
Aaargh! I’m over-analyzing things but the devil is always in the details. A blast from the past, when proper web standards weren’t around and Netscape Navigator was still a thing. Fast forward into 2016, contemporary browsers do support major web standards in an acceptable form. Remnants of this web browser company-wise dick fighting are extinct, some are still around though:
On to some analysis. Using the WaybackMachine service specifically for the URL in question, we get the following:
Terminus (short story)
Jul 5, 2014
How did I get here? The doors of the space shuttle were closing. Children were staying close to their parents and couples were kissing each other in tears. All of a sudden, memories started flooding my prefrontal cortex, filling the void questions of who, where and when.
I was one of the last remaining humans, traveling on board one of the escape shuttles, evacuating earth. The year was centuries from ~now, and I was a tall, middle-aged man.