The OC was superceded last night by this idiot. Apparently the networks were just as outraged as the people who tried to tune in. I can only imagine how many more people are angry w/bush now.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Note to self: start an Art Brut franchise. Art Brut has franchised their name so that other bands can start their own Art Brut and just tack a number onto the end of the name. So, you and your friends could be Art Brut 5. According to a bandmember, if Art Brut 7 played with Art Brut 3, the show would be billed as Art Brut 21 (unless there already existed an Art Brut 21, in which case it would have to be billed as Art Brut 21a).
Now I'm just sitting around trying to think of other things to franchise.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Note to self: Install Sound System in Scooter. The only problem with this guy's design (besides wires dangling by your feet, is that the subwoofer takes up the entire trunk. Pretty rockin' though, I gotta say.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
I feel like I've posted this before, but a google site search on the blog revealed nothing, so here's the link to nifty, weird graphics drawn by computers: [link]. It's kind of like the spirograph of the 21st century... only there's no way that a kid would ever have the patience to program this. Then again, I don't think I ever had the patience for spirograph.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Sitting around on a Saturday working on putting together a new website. Trying to learn what the heck php is all about and what its uses might be.
NN sent me this video of Mr. T that, while amusing, is very tough to sit all the way through. That man can not sing... even if it's about moms.
Friday, April 22, 2005
I'm not sure if I could agree more with this guy's rant about Microsoft Word.
And this new study on "infomania" puts a little too much emphasis on how "personal email impedes production" and not enough emphasis on how work impedes my ability to pay full attention to my personal email.
And Greenspan's statements in front of the Senate Budget Committee blow some holes in the whole tax-cuts-are-good-for-the-economy arguement:
"Greenspan, appearing before the Senate Budget Committee, also acknowledged that his support for tax cuts in early 2001 unintentionally led to policies that helped swing the federal budget from surplus to deficits."
Thursday, April 21, 2005
An insanely busy week at work w/kickball in there to boot.
This Real Estate venture is pretty alluring.
Will try to update more this evening/weekend.... ooh, the sun just came out and is shining through the cube wall... whoops, no, it went back behind a cloud.
Monday, April 18, 2005
JC and CA brought this site to my attention where one can watch episodes of different cartoons like family guy, the simpsons, aqua-teen hunger force, etc:
cartoon-fridge.com
I haven't tried it out yet, as I'm at work and never waste company time, but it looks pretty sweet.
#I couldn't get this working last night. The video windows would start to load the movie and then it would close out of FireFox/IE as soon as it had loaded. I checked out the Forum, and a lot of other people appear to be having the same problem... let's hope it gets fixed!
Friday, April 15, 2005
Route
R is working late nights this week, so I'm here at home with not much to do. I spent some time commenting on this fool's blog, which manages to crunch irony and hypocracy into a tight little space. #added 4/18/05 - See comments below, Adam is actually a pretty reasonable guy!#
Then I went for a run along the route on the right:
After I got home I listened to an album called "Heat Can Melt Your Brain" by Viva Voce, which I highly recommend.
Then I R called and I met up with her at Whole Foods so that she could buy some stuff for work.
This is a funny story: MIT students pull prank on conference
This is a website where you can try it yourself: SCIgen - An Automatic CS Paper Generator
And this is so sick it's hilarious: Save Toby
Thursday, April 14, 2005
untitled
This is just here to remind myself to read it later:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamil_language
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This is there for me to look into for the volunteers' merchandise:
cafepress.com
Some amusing news in fark this morning including,
People distilling their own gasoline safely on their stovetops and further proof that we live in a police state (here too)
And THIS isn't from Fark, but instead from the Google Alert I have set up for my street. Usually it's news about Church bake sales or events on a different Rhode Island Ave. (in Providence, RI of all places). This time it's about a shooting at a gas station up the street. The street is 20 miles long, so I have no idea where this particular place is. Awesome
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Monday, April 11, 2005
Sunday, April 10, 2005
On the Jewish Bus
I'm currently taking the Jewish-run bus service back to dc and have managed to encounter another snorer (See On the China Bus). This one is sitting next to me and oozing into my seat due to his immense girth. I wish I was kidding. He's sitting next to me right now, arms folded across his chest and roaring away like a chain saw. He seemed like a very nice guy when he sat down, but by the time we'd entered the Lincoln tunnel, the snorefest had begun. I was one of the last people with an open seat next to me and was starting get hopeful when he sidled up and asked if the space was free. Darn. This should have happened to the girl in front of me who damaged her Karma by being one of those assholes who sits in the aisle seat and puts their bag in the window seat. These people know what they're doing; forcing those looking for a seat as space is dwindling to ask her if that seat is taken and then have to climb over her to get into it. People will always go for an empty aisle seat before asking someone to move their bag off of a window seat.
After we'd entered Jersey, I caught the eye of someone a few rows ahead of me who was motioning for me to give tubby a nudge. I'm sorry, I shouldn't call him “tubby”, it's just the first name that came to mind. God, I hope he can't read this thing from over there. I've got my headphones on at this point and can't really hear if he's asleep. Ok. I looked over. He's out like a light. Where was I? Oh yes, so a girl a few rows ahead is motioning for me to nudge him. I give her the shoulder shrug with hands at shoulder height motion and she gives me the “just push him” motion with the words mouthed. I give him a weak push. I don't want to disturb him, just get him to stop snoring. No effect. I put my headphones on and try to ignore him some more. The girl ahead gets up, walks over and gives his largeness a tap on the shoulder. Upon awaking, she informs him that he's being a little loud. He apologizes sleepily, stays awake for a half hour and is now snoring again. It's a good thing I remembered my headphones, even if I haven't invested in an ipod and can only listen to the one album on my little mp3 player that I use for running. That one album is Brian Wilson's “Smile”.
Holy crap! Tubby just put his arm down and is sleeping on me! I've tried nudging him and am now pushing against him. He immovable! A mountain is occupying half of my seat. I don't know if I'll make it out of here alive.
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On the China Bus
What is it about the back seat of a bus that attracts the dregs of society?
Today's bus trip to nyc was reminiscient of an experience R and I had on a bus ride from Hamburg to somewhere in Denmark two years ago. At a stop, we watched as two German men carrying several bags and a boombox started to stow their things underneath the bus. The bags went under, the boombox stayed out. On they came and on came the German dance music for the next 5 hours. Only specal bavarian batteries could have kept that thing going amid the stares from all the other passengers.
Today's ride had similar themes. The gentleman sitting two rows behind me in the last seat of the bus managed to snore consistently through three states and the first five hours of the ride. Snore type ranged from low-and-quiet to a more fast-paced “huffle” that may have accompanied certain dreams. 5 hours into the cocaphony, our hero awoke to urinate with the door to the semi-operational restroom wide open. My quick glance toward that unmistakable sound and smell led him to feign a reach for the door with his free hand before giving up entirely. The stench was hideous.
Upon returning to his row of seats to begin either snoring or muttring to himself (as he was doing before boarding), he instead seemed to not be interested in either. I had just started to relax when I heard a radio click on behind me and the mindless drone of sports-talk radio filled the air. If I wanted to listen to idiots talk about sports, I could go to lunch with any of the business-major-frat-boys at work. I can't believe they have entire stations for men to listen to that have the same exact content of their own conversations with their peers, but then again, I listen to npr. I digress, if the Lincoln Tunnell hadn't presented itself to cut out all radio signals, I would have surely started to turn around to glare more frequently.
As we neared our destination, loud guy arose and began to collect the bags of trash that had accumulated between dc and nyc. I realized that this man might, in some way, be compensated for his trip or be working for the bus company. The first thing that pooped into my brain was that he should be fired, the second was a classist remark to say I wasn't surprised that the crazy, smelly, snoring guy was the one picking up garbage, the third was that I needed to get the hell off of that bus.
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Saturday, April 09, 2005
Currently reading this while on the bus to nyc. It's big time linguistic nerd stuff gleaned from slashdot.org. Bless this blackberry, for letting me read this while stuck on this stinky, stinky bus.
A word to the wise, if traveling from DC to NYC, don't take the China Bus. I was supposed to leave at 8:45 AM and was waiting there until 9:15 AM before someone in line called up and was told that the bus was broken-down and that we'd have to wait for the 12:45 bus. Jerks. Thank god the pick up point is only a ten minute walk from home, otherwise I'd be a bit more irrate. It's about time to go wait for the bus again, actually.
Check out the message boards on grahamcoxon.co.uk, they're quite fun to read through.
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