Verizon’s complex billing schemes for phone services are hard for us to understand. Why not return the favor?
(via the wonderfully geeky xkcd web comic)
Verizon’s complex billing schemes for phone services are hard for us to understand. Why not return the favor?
(via the wonderfully geeky xkcd web comic)
I like the fact that Amazon.com, in their product recommendations, offered me books on these two subjects right next to each other:

Yes, computers and anger are a natural fit. Amazon.com knows this. The technology wins every time, and we are left to fume at its dominance over us, as this classic clip perfectly captures:
Posted in computing, funny, meaningless, pain, tech
When I was a kid, I spent a fair amount of time recording songs off the radio. That was back in the cassette tape days, when the only music piracy you could enjoy was whatever you could rip off the airwaves onto your hissy little boom boxes. The ones that would occasionally eat your tapes, chewing up the precious magnetic strips of musical goodness. You’d spend hours rolling the tape back into its plastic housing, unfolding the Gordian knot as you went, eager to preserve the now warbly-sounding once-glorious musical treat.
One night, some time in the late 80s, the local public radio station in Fayetteville was airing some so-called “space music”, which intrigued me, so I busted out ol’ Tape Eater and perched over the record button, ready to capture whatever spacey sounds came out of the radio. What came out was a synthesized song that began my long-standing infatuation with electronic music:
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I’m dying to know the name of the artist who composed this song. Does anyone have any guesses? It’s been bugging me for many years now. The song sounds a bit dated and cheesy today, but I credit that song for diversifying the dominant influences of metal and skate punk on my early teenaged musical interests. Metallica, Anthrax, and Suicidal Tendencies began to make room in my stereo to co-exist with artists such as Jean-Michel Jarre, Kitaro, and Wendy (formerly Walter) Carlos. Nowadays I listen to large swath of musical styles, including many genres and sub-genres of electronic music.
The second “space music” tune I recorded that day follows:
I’ve never stopped enjoying the discovery of new music. Life would be pretty drab without it!
Posted in music
I was inspired by the random-haiku-spewing IRC chatterbot at work to make a version that works in Javascript. It uses the same phrase fragments that drive the IRC version:
I think it will probably only work in modern browsers. If it doesn’t work for you, don’t worry – you aren’t missing much.
Alternate version without the explosion effect:
(if you are seeing this in an rss reader, please come directly to the post, since the javascript probably won’t work in your reader)
(see also: GOOSE)
Posted in computing, crackbaby, meaningless, projects, toys
QVC has some kind of strange hook that baits us into watching. Flipping through the channels, we are compelled to have the surreal experience of watching tacky products sold by over-enthusiastic cable television personalities. Kathryn was ensnared recently by the hyperactive delivery of sales points for Laura Geller “Spackle” makeup:
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I don’t claim to understand women, but I doubt they find much attraction to a cosmetic product named after something sold at Home Depot to help you patch up drywall so you can get your security deposit back.
Posted in bizarre, meaningless
Here’s an amusing randomly-generated haiku made by our chat bot today on the IRC channel at work:
who let the dogs out?
when the revolution comes
camels cannot dance
Posted in computing, crackbaby, funny, meaningless
I upgraded my Mac text editor today and saw the following surprising entry in the release notes:
[REMOVED] TextMate no longer pays tribute to human sacrifices, rape, nor does it show a picture of the God of the deaths in your dock — ticket 945BEB5D
Normally I’d expect to see a list of bug fixes or new features. The above entry surprised me, and I had to find out why it was there. It all spawned from the company deciding to push out a Halloween-oriented theme for the software. The theme included this dock icon:

Inevitably, someone found it offensive, and their complaint caused it to be removed: “I found this offensive and promptly removed the theme. Please understand I do not think it is offensive because I am some fanatical weirdo. But the roots of Halloween are in animal and human sacrifices as well as rape in the name if Satan.”
Here’s the full story with more detail. I can only imagine what will happen if they push out any Christmas-oriented imagery in their December updates.
Posted in bizarre, computing, meaningless, tech
The unspeakable dread is mounting on this Election Day as I traverse the glittering touchscreen prompts on the voting machines to select our next round of overlords. But in his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming. And he has a campaign. Chris, friend of the Cthulhu for Senate effort, wore this shirt to the polls this morning:

Get the word out with another fine example of Cthulhu campaign paraphenilia:

More info on Cthulhu. Keep his name in mind if your desperation at the ballot leads you to stare at the write-in box, wondering what name to scrawl there. Is “a pulpy, tentacled head surmounted by a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings” really any worse than many of the people we’ve already elected???
We’ll have to wait a little while longer for the Cthulhu for President campaign to heat up.

The Napoleon Dynamite shirt the Cthulhu shirt is based on:

See also: Icethulhu and Foodthulhu.
Posted in bizarre, crackbaby, meaningless, movies, queasy
Poking around in our application at the Kentucky public defenders office, I came across a test case with the following misdemeanor charge:

It cracked me up. My dormant brain took a while to remember that “slugs” refers to counterfeit coins rather than our little slimy salt-phobic friends. But maybe in Kentucky it truly is a misdemeanor to live out the childhood experience of torturing a slug with salt. Things are different in Kentucky.