Interviews.
I've just discovered a huge selection of interviews with contemporary authors.
Friday, January 09, 2004
A Reprieve.
Yesterday was the first day of school for this semester. I only had one class, so it wasn't that bad. Today the real horror was supposed to start, including my much dreaded final foray into the vile world of accounting. But getting up at 6:30 this morning was a waste of time because there was about an inch and a half of snow on the ground and school was cancelled. So I get another free day to spend slack-jawed in front of my computer.
Yesterday was the first day of school for this semester. I only had one class, so it wasn't that bad. Today the real horror was supposed to start, including my much dreaded final foray into the vile world of accounting. But getting up at 6:30 this morning was a waste of time because there was about an inch and a half of snow on the ground and school was cancelled. So I get another free day to spend slack-jawed in front of my computer.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Making Things with Light.
If you found my Etch-a-Sketch link from below amusing, you might like the online Lite Brite. Or you might not. I personally find it tedious, not at all like a real Lite Brite. [Link via Metfilter.]
If you found my Etch-a-Sketch link from below amusing, you might like the online Lite Brite. Or you might not. I personally find it tedious, not at all like a real Lite Brite. [Link via Metfilter.]
Russell Edson.
Russell Edson is the perfect poet for people who hate poetry. His poems are actually very short, very strange stories.
Russell Edson is the perfect poet for people who hate poetry. His poems are actually very short, very strange stories.
Another Wonderful Time Waster.
ArnIIe has an online Etch-a-Sketch that I think may be more enjoyable than the real thing. And I bought a real Etch-a-Sketch at my local thrift store a couple of days before Christmas, so I'm speaking from recent experience and not just from my addled memories of childhood.[Link via Metafilter.]
ArnIIe has an online Etch-a-Sketch that I think may be more enjoyable than the real thing. And I bought a real Etch-a-Sketch at my local thrift store a couple of days before Christmas, so I'm speaking from recent experience and not just from my addled memories of childhood.[Link via Metafilter.]
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
More Lost Art.
More Strange Album Cover Art. (Some might not quite be safe for work if you work for a bunch of damn useless prudes.) [Link via J-Walk.]
More Strange Album Cover Art. (Some might not quite be safe for work if you work for a bunch of damn useless prudes.) [Link via J-Walk.]
So Cold... So, So Cold...
Suddenly the weather's turned cold again, almost like it was January or something. I think I've mentioned before how cold my office gets in winter. Seriously, you could probably store meat in here when it's cold outside. I thought I had the situation under control when I dragged one of those dangerous space heaters in here. You know the ones with the long glowing heating elements like they have in ovens. Actually, you could probably make toast with this thing, but I've never tried. (I'll save that for another day when I'm really bored.) I've placed it in the safest possible place, but unfortunately that safe area's a little too close to my left leg. I don't think I'm actually being cooked alive, but that one leg is a little warmer than I'd like. Naturally the rest of me, including my long suffering mouse-controlling right hand is near frozen.
A few minutes ago I was happily typing away. OK, that's a lie. I was miserably typing away, when I heard something that sounded like pphhhhhttttt (purse your lips and force out a little air to get a better idea of the sound). It was the AC thingy I had the stupid heater plugged into. It has blown out. And it doesn't have one of those reset buttons. Lovely. And it wasn't even mine. Luckily I had my big surplus AC strip nearby, so now I can finish cooking my left leg.
Suddenly the weather's turned cold again, almost like it was January or something. I think I've mentioned before how cold my office gets in winter. Seriously, you could probably store meat in here when it's cold outside. I thought I had the situation under control when I dragged one of those dangerous space heaters in here. You know the ones with the long glowing heating elements like they have in ovens. Actually, you could probably make toast with this thing, but I've never tried. (I'll save that for another day when I'm really bored.) I've placed it in the safest possible place, but unfortunately that safe area's a little too close to my left leg. I don't think I'm actually being cooked alive, but that one leg is a little warmer than I'd like. Naturally the rest of me, including my long suffering mouse-controlling right hand is near frozen.
A few minutes ago I was happily typing away. OK, that's a lie. I was miserably typing away, when I heard something that sounded like pphhhhhttttt (purse your lips and force out a little air to get a better idea of the sound). It was the AC thingy I had the stupid heater plugged into. It has blown out. And it doesn't have one of those reset buttons. Lovely. And it wasn't even mine. Luckily I had my big surplus AC strip nearby, so now I can finish cooking my left leg.
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
????
Occasionally I find blogs that are in languages I can't identify. This is one of them. It's partially in something resembling bad teenage English, but then it drifts into something else. Tagalog?
Update: I was looking at this with Mozilla Firebird and it wasn't displaying all the characters. I just looked at it with IE and could see that there was a lot of Chinese on it. But that still doesn't explain the weird stuff written with the Latin alphabet (you know, the alphabet we use) that's mixed in with the English.
Occasionally I find blogs that are in languages I can't identify. This is one of them. It's partially in something resembling bad teenage English, but then it drifts into something else. Tagalog?
Update: I was looking at this with Mozilla Firebird and it wasn't displaying all the characters. I just looked at it with IE and could see that there was a lot of Chinese on it. But that still doesn't explain the weird stuff written with the Latin alphabet (you know, the alphabet we use) that's mixed in with the English.
Educational?
Faces of Orgasm, or at least I've been told that's what it says. It's in German. Click on the faces. It's safe for work. Kinda. [Link via The Presurfer.]
Faces of Orgasm, or at least I've been told that's what it says. It's in German. Click on the faces. It's safe for work. Kinda. [Link via The Presurfer.]
Monday, January 05, 2004
Heresy.
Paul Graham's essay, "What You Can't Say" is easily the most intelligent thing I've read online in a while. (But considering much of what's online, that isn't saying much.) It's quite long, but it's really worth the time. [Link via *.*.]
Paul Graham's essay, "What You Can't Say" is easily the most intelligent thing I've read online in a while. (But considering much of what's online, that isn't saying much.) It's quite long, but it's really worth the time. [Link via *.*.]
I'm Royalty.
On occasion over the past year or so, people would leave comments here that contained little cartoon smiley faces. I don't mean the ascii smilies like :) but actual images. I'm embarrassed to admit it publicly, but I had absolutely no idea how they did it. I didn't see anything to select the various smilies in my comments box and I was too embarrassed to ask. Mostly I didn't think about it because I hate smilies, but I also ignored it because I was annoyed I couldn't figure out where the damn things came from. Did these commentors have some kind of third-party smiley software? Were they using HTML image tags and hosting the images on their own servers? Neither of these explanations were satisfactory.
Yesterday while I was leaving a comment at a blog that uses the dreaded Haloscan like I do, I noticed a question mark that was a hyperlink. I was curious as to what it linked to. When I clicked it a new window popped up with all the damn smilies on it. You'd think this remarkable discovery would fill me with joy, but it only made me feel like the all time king of the morons.
On occasion over the past year or so, people would leave comments here that contained little cartoon smiley faces. I don't mean the ascii smilies like :) but actual images. I'm embarrassed to admit it publicly, but I had absolutely no idea how they did it. I didn't see anything to select the various smilies in my comments box and I was too embarrassed to ask. Mostly I didn't think about it because I hate smilies, but I also ignored it because I was annoyed I couldn't figure out where the damn things came from. Did these commentors have some kind of third-party smiley software? Were they using HTML image tags and hosting the images on their own servers? Neither of these explanations were satisfactory.
Yesterday while I was leaving a comment at a blog that uses the dreaded Haloscan like I do, I noticed a question mark that was a hyperlink. I was curious as to what it linked to. When I clicked it a new window popped up with all the damn smilies on it. You'd think this remarkable discovery would fill me with joy, but it only made me feel like the all time king of the morons.
Sunday, January 04, 2004
Some Recent Bewildering Search Requests.
I usually wait until I have a large pile of weird search requests I've found in my referrer logs before I do a post like this, but I haven't been collecting over the past month due to my unfortunate computer problems. So I've made this entry only from things I've found over the past three days. They seem to me far stranger than normal.
animated gif duck late
The least an animated duck .gif can do is be on time. How hard can it be?
stereoscopic movie porn glasses
My friend, I think deep down we're all looking for stereoscopic movie porn glasses.
bouquet of penis's
Fred finally realized what would be the perfect thing to get that girl he has a secret crush on who works at the yarn store in the mall
Excuse me volume 22
I like it when people are polite to my blog.
"no web pages load"
Have you tried turning the computer on? Sometimes that works for me.
clown phobia server info
I hope this exists.
cartoon out on a limb saw
I have no idea.
unbridled nudity
Searcher, if you find this site, please let me know. It's for research. Honest!
smash stuff
I'd be pleased to. Anything in particular?
"my sister" "an enema"
Your sister's an enema? That's odd; my sister's an art student.
I usually wait until I have a large pile of weird search requests I've found in my referrer logs before I do a post like this, but I haven't been collecting over the past month due to my unfortunate computer problems. So I've made this entry only from things I've found over the past three days. They seem to me far stranger than normal.
animated gif duck late
The least an animated duck .gif can do is be on time. How hard can it be?
stereoscopic movie porn glasses
My friend, I think deep down we're all looking for stereoscopic movie porn glasses.
bouquet of penis's
Fred finally realized what would be the perfect thing to get that girl he has a secret crush on who works at the yarn store in the mall
Excuse me volume 22
I like it when people are polite to my blog.
"no web pages load"
Have you tried turning the computer on? Sometimes that works for me.
clown phobia server info
I hope this exists.
cartoon out on a limb saw
I have no idea.
unbridled nudity
Searcher, if you find this site, please let me know. It's for research. Honest!
smash stuff
I'd be pleased to. Anything in particular?
"my sister" "an enema"
Your sister's an enema? That's odd; my sister's an art student.
Saturday, January 03, 2004
Art From A More Interesting Era.
The Vintage Paperbacks has galleries of those gloriously strange and sleazy 50's and 60's paperback cover art I've loved for years. There's drugs, lesbians, creepy sex, etc. [Link via The Cartoonist.]
The Vintage Paperbacks has galleries of those gloriously strange and sleazy 50's and 60's paperback cover art I've loved for years. There's drugs, lesbians, creepy sex, etc. [Link via The Cartoonist.]
On the Dole.
Yesterday I saw something on the news about Iranian officials rejecting a planned humanitarian delegation to the earthquake flattened city of Bam by U.S. senator Elizabeth Dole. When I saw this, my mind immediately snapped back to something I'd heard years ago when Elizabeth Dole's husband Bob Dole was battling Clinton for the White House. At the time Iranian news programs and newspapers wouldn't mention Dole's name because the word dole is Farsi for penis. I did a little research and, in an archived Usenet post (or something like that), turned up what's supposed to be a Reuters piece that explains it. So if this is true, then I think the real reason for canceling the humanitarian trip was Elizabeth Dole's rude surname.
Yesterday I saw something on the news about Iranian officials rejecting a planned humanitarian delegation to the earthquake flattened city of Bam by U.S. senator Elizabeth Dole. When I saw this, my mind immediately snapped back to something I'd heard years ago when Elizabeth Dole's husband Bob Dole was battling Clinton for the White House. At the time Iranian news programs and newspapers wouldn't mention Dole's name because the word dole is Farsi for penis. I did a little research and, in an archived Usenet post (or something like that), turned up what's supposed to be a Reuters piece that explains it. So if this is true, then I think the real reason for canceling the humanitarian trip was Elizabeth Dole's rude surname.
Friday, January 02, 2004
A Return to Quasi-Normality.
I finally got a new computer today. I'd go into more detail, but since it's just a computer I think most of you know what the hell I'm talking about. If not, how are you reading this?
The hard part now is trying to get myself back on a regular blogging schedule similar to the way I did things before the horrible month of December lurched into town and stomped me into a pulp.
I finally got a new computer today. I'd go into more detail, but since it's just a computer I think most of you know what the hell I'm talking about. If not, how are you reading this?
The hard part now is trying to get myself back on a regular blogging schedule similar to the way I did things before the horrible month of December lurched into town and stomped me into a pulp.
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