Gleefully recommended to us by Isotope, "Conan and the Songs of the Dead," by Joe Landsdale and Timothy Truman, is exactly what it looks like, and what we eagerly hoped it would be: the sort of zero-budget b-movie 80s cheese that you might find on an independent UHF station while flipping through channels in an Des Moines hotel room at 2 in the morning. A gruff warrior with ridiculous musculature slices up zombies and beds luscious women while in search of magical artifacts. And sweetening the pulpy plot is tasty intense dialogue like "speak SENSE, girl -- or whatever you are," and "damn the dead. They are always trouble." The awesomeness quotient is so high, only dogs can hear it. more ›

Stolen Hitler porn! There, we said it. Now don't even act like you don't want to find out more. more ›

SFist found Bloggers Without Borders through the Tsunami Help blog. Later we ran into Dinah Sanders, AKA Metagrrrl, who explained the mission behind the site in detail, and we offered to help in any way we could. She arranged a get together with spokesman and techspert Jonas M. Luster over 'puters to chat. The conversation ranged from floating IP's that can be used to route around IP blacklists and protect a blogger's anonymity and location, through the sociology of C.W. Mills, the legendary 1985 documentary Shoah to Warren Ellis classic sci-fi graphic novel series Transmetropolitan. more ›