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07/24/08 08:10 PM Filed in: Media | Schadenfreude
I've been out of touch for so long for the following
reasons:
1) In case you hadn't heard, Apple released the second version of the iPhone OS. Now it does all kinds of new things. So I've been dicking around with that quite a bit, because I needed more distractions on my cell phone and I shouldn't ever be more than 15 minutes away from checking my email. Ever.
2) The cable finally got fixed. I don't watch a ton of TV (particularly now that LOST is between seasons), but I was watching even less since Time Warner Cable saw fit to do a total crap job of setting up the cable. Three months and two service calls later, they finally got it hooked up so Law & Order: SVU doesn't look like I'm watching it through 20 snowglobes. The HD content even comes down now, and for some reason the Tivo thought I would like Minority Report in HD. (Incorrect assumption, but thanks for trying, tivo.)
3) Got some good news. After five+ years in the hole, I'm now free of any and all credit card debt. It's a long and trying story that I'll be sure to tell you some night when I want you wish you'd never asked me.
Plus I haven't been very inspired to post lately. I've been kind of creatively constipated. That is to say, my creativity has been constipated, not that I've found a creative way to have occasional irregularity. But I've been reading the War of Art, so hopefully that will light the fire under my metaphoric creative ass. Fingers crossed.
Okay... let's play Empty out the del.icio.us bookmarks!
Link-Tyme!
MTV is planning on remaking The Rocky Horro Picture Show. Now I've sat back while Hollywood, the machine that rejects interesting original ideas in favor of rehashed poop, has needlessly remade film after film. Remake Psycho because it should be in color, right? Whatever. Remake old TV shows that weren't that well liked in the first place? Fine. But why do you have to fuck with the jewel in the crown of cult classics? Please, MTV, no.
Think the economy is bad? Well, technically you would be right. But somehow in a place like Omaha, you can still open a Pampered Pooch salon. Well, in West Omaha, anyway.
This one goes back a ways: Eric Zorn, a writer for the Chicago Tribune, put together this great piece after gay marriage was legalized in Cali. Delightfully snarky for a proper editorial piece.
Blik Surface Graphics has this orgasmically nerdy wall decor that, were I a nerd of such deep pockets that I had a room dedicated to nothing but video gaming, I would adorn the walls entirely as World 1-1. But let's face it, I'd have a dungeon before a video game room. Although I'd be willing to entertain the idea of both in one. Although can you really picture a porta-sling in a room that whimsical? Me either.
Speaking of intriguing perversions, I love it when niche fetishes that are already within niche fetishes hold events. (Think a furry convention only for Kangaroos.) Well, that pretty much sums up the International Puppy and Trainer conference. (link NSFW, probably) A subset of leather/rubber BDSM, I find puppy play so intriguing. Not just the fetish, but the fact that there are breakout sessions to determine what breed you are. (If you're a small hairless man of hispanic descent a chihuahua? Or is that racist? Or speciesist?)
That's all for now, kids. If you have any suggestions for clever post ideas, please feel free to drop 'em in the comments.
Huzzah.
1) In case you hadn't heard, Apple released the second version of the iPhone OS. Now it does all kinds of new things. So I've been dicking around with that quite a bit, because I needed more distractions on my cell phone and I shouldn't ever be more than 15 minutes away from checking my email. Ever.
2) The cable finally got fixed. I don't watch a ton of TV (particularly now that LOST is between seasons), but I was watching even less since Time Warner Cable saw fit to do a total crap job of setting up the cable. Three months and two service calls later, they finally got it hooked up so Law & Order: SVU doesn't look like I'm watching it through 20 snowglobes. The HD content even comes down now, and for some reason the Tivo thought I would like Minority Report in HD. (Incorrect assumption, but thanks for trying, tivo.)
3) Got some good news. After five+ years in the hole, I'm now free of any and all credit card debt. It's a long and trying story that I'll be sure to tell you some night when I want you wish you'd never asked me.
Plus I haven't been very inspired to post lately. I've been kind of creatively constipated. That is to say, my creativity has been constipated, not that I've found a creative way to have occasional irregularity. But I've been reading the War of Art, so hopefully that will light the fire under my metaphoric creative ass. Fingers crossed.
Okay... let's play Empty out the del.icio.us bookmarks!
Link-Tyme!
MTV is planning on remaking The Rocky Horro Picture Show. Now I've sat back while Hollywood, the machine that rejects interesting original ideas in favor of rehashed poop, has needlessly remade film after film. Remake Psycho because it should be in color, right? Whatever. Remake old TV shows that weren't that well liked in the first place? Fine. But why do you have to fuck with the jewel in the crown of cult classics? Please, MTV, no.
Think the economy is bad? Well, technically you would be right. But somehow in a place like Omaha, you can still open a Pampered Pooch salon. Well, in West Omaha, anyway.
This one goes back a ways: Eric Zorn, a writer for the Chicago Tribune, put together this great piece after gay marriage was legalized in Cali. Delightfully snarky for a proper editorial piece.
Blik Surface Graphics has this orgasmically nerdy wall decor that, were I a nerd of such deep pockets that I had a room dedicated to nothing but video gaming, I would adorn the walls entirely as World 1-1. But let's face it, I'd have a dungeon before a video game room. Although I'd be willing to entertain the idea of both in one. Although can you really picture a porta-sling in a room that whimsical? Me either.
Speaking of intriguing perversions, I love it when niche fetishes that are already within niche fetishes hold events. (Think a furry convention only for Kangaroos.) Well, that pretty much sums up the International Puppy and Trainer conference. (link NSFW, probably) A subset of leather/rubber BDSM, I find puppy play so intriguing. Not just the fetish, but the fact that there are breakout sessions to determine what breed you are. (If you're a small hairless man of hispanic descent a chihuahua? Or is that racist? Or speciesist?)
That's all for now, kids. If you have any suggestions for clever post ideas, please feel free to drop 'em in the comments.
Huzzah.
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The Internet is Stupid
I keep a little folder on my desktop that says
"Urgent Projects" and the icon is the Incredible
Hulk. (The old Lou Ferrigno one, not the new
computerey one.) In that folder is another folder
marked "Blog" and it's where I keep links and
downloads too stupid to put on my del.icio.us
account. Time to empty out the folder.
First of all was a link I found to gay-specific horoscopes. Nice. Adding an extra layer of bullshit to horoscopes by making them niche. It's basically like pet horoscopes, but more fashionable.
Then there's this horrific banner I found for sugardaddie.com:
Dating for the rich and gorgeous? The space mutant on the right masquerading as a woman better be rich, because if that's gorgeous then I no-wanna. Also, are we supposed to believe that the two photos were taken at the same time with the same camera on the same planet? That's not what happened, I assure you.
And the freak show continues:
I get that you're trying to get my attention. But this guitar-playing demon/SPORE creature, whose magical guitar spouts APR's in a disturbingly fast and poorly looped animated gif is just going to pop out of my nightmare closet at night. It's like someone crossed Dick Van Dyke in his Mary Poppins one-man-band outfit with Jon Lovitz and a booger, then poorly CG rendered it. Bleh.
Let's get political, shall we?
Methinks the FB members doth protest too much. I wasn't so much bothered by the people here who didn't ever want to have to see a gay ad ever, presumably because it provides too much temptation and they'll have to head back to the truck stop bathroom again. I was bothered, however, by the image of Jesus used to shame Facebook into caving to their demands.
Seriously if you don't want to see boobs and wieners, don't even get near the internet. The internet, as allegedly corrupt and unquestionably elderly Alaska Senator Ted Stevens will happily tell you, is a series of boobs. Something like that. And where there are boobs, there are wieners. And where there are wieners there are fans of wieners who need to know about the latest hot wiener-celebratory site. And sometimes those ads might creep onto the pages of g_d-fearing Christians who, when not petting lambs, are wolfing down Big Macs in their Excursions. Revving them up by pumping their Croc-laden-feet because the A/C isn't cooling them down enough. And when you have that much circumference your core temperature is going to be pretty high, like the molten core of Earth.
The good news is when that group reaches 144,000 members they will ascend to heaven leaving the rest of us to watch gay facebook ads as the antichrist unleashes locusts, brimstone, and a bunch of other shit from the horror section in the back of the bible.
That's all for today. Just wanted to pop something in before the end of the week.
Also, there's new Zen (click off the left). Nothing new and nothing special. But a mental pallet cleanser.
Leave some love in the comments.
Huzzah.
First of all was a link I found to gay-specific horoscopes. Nice. Adding an extra layer of bullshit to horoscopes by making them niche. It's basically like pet horoscopes, but more fashionable.
Then there's this horrific banner I found for sugardaddie.com:
Dating for the rich and gorgeous? The space mutant on the right masquerading as a woman better be rich, because if that's gorgeous then I no-wanna. Also, are we supposed to believe that the two photos were taken at the same time with the same camera on the same planet? That's not what happened, I assure you.
And the freak show continues:
I get that you're trying to get my attention. But this guitar-playing demon/SPORE creature, whose magical guitar spouts APR's in a disturbingly fast and poorly looped animated gif is just going to pop out of my nightmare closet at night. It's like someone crossed Dick Van Dyke in his Mary Poppins one-man-band outfit with Jon Lovitz and a booger, then poorly CG rendered it. Bleh.
Let's get political, shall we?
Methinks the FB members doth protest too much. I wasn't so much bothered by the people here who didn't ever want to have to see a gay ad ever, presumably because it provides too much temptation and they'll have to head back to the truck stop bathroom again. I was bothered, however, by the image of Jesus used to shame Facebook into caving to their demands.
Seriously if you don't want to see boobs and wieners, don't even get near the internet. The internet, as allegedly corrupt and unquestionably elderly Alaska Senator Ted Stevens will happily tell you, is a series of boobs. Something like that. And where there are boobs, there are wieners. And where there are wieners there are fans of wieners who need to know about the latest hot wiener-celebratory site. And sometimes those ads might creep onto the pages of g_d-fearing Christians who, when not petting lambs, are wolfing down Big Macs in their Excursions. Revving them up by pumping their Croc-laden-feet because the A/C isn't cooling them down enough. And when you have that much circumference your core temperature is going to be pretty high, like the molten core of Earth.
The good news is when that group reaches 144,000 members they will ascend to heaven leaving the rest of us to watch gay facebook ads as the antichrist unleashes locusts, brimstone, and a bunch of other shit from the horror section in the back of the bible.
That's all for today. Just wanted to pop something in before the end of the week.
Also, there's new Zen (click off the left). Nothing new and nothing special. But a mental pallet cleanser.
Leave some love in the comments.
Huzzah.