La firma surcoreana proyecta lanzar el año próximo un teléfono Galaxy con una pantalla que envuelve los bordes para que los usuarios puedan leer mensajes mirando desde cualquier ángulo, señalaron dos personas al tanto de los planes.
Speaking of Blockbuster (yes, again), here’s a fun take by Nathan Rabin:
My life began at Blockbuster. The pay was shit. I made minimum wage when I was hired ($4.25 an hour), but when I put on the khaki pants and blue Oxford shirt, something remarkable happened: Seemingly sane adults began treating me, a 16-year-old, like someone whose cinematic opinions they valued. By virtue of wearing a uniform and having a name tag, I suddenly became an expert on movies. I didn’t want that feeling to end even after I reluctantly left Blockbuster as a college sophomore because the commute was too long. It isn’t much of an exaggeration to say a direct line could be drawn between the four years I spent working in a video store (three at Blockbuster, and one at Madison’s Four Star Video Heaven) and the 16 subsequent years I’ve spent as a film critic. There’s a critic inside every great video-store clerk. Sometimes they’re even afforded an opportunity to escape.
I always liked the notion that someone was a film expert simply because they worked at Blockbuster (or any other video store, but especially Blockbuster) — even if they were 16 years old. Rabin is one of the few who actually went on to become a film expert. As did another former video store clerk.
I’ve largely been on my honeymoon this week in the Great Smoky Mountains region of Tennessee, and this place has a lot of kitsch—from dinner theatres to mini-golf to moonshine (OK, the last one is actually objectively awesome). Here’s my favorite single piece of kitsch that I’ve seen this week. One problem, though: I was messing with it for ten minutes and I couldn’t get it to work. — Ernie @ SFB
P.S.: Thanks to the rest of the SFB staff for keeping this place moving while I’ve been out.