Here's to you, Steve. I'm raising a glass.
Matt suggested I try something, so I spent a few minutes doing this and I discovered something odd. Goto your favorite domain registering place and type three letter acronyms totally at random. I did this for a significant amount of time and never got a single three letter domain.
I was so depressed by this I went home and ate four bags of marshmellows.
A few amusing details about Rob's 'Hello Microsoft' post below:
- Their server name was tide70.microsoft.com. How's that for brand synergy?
- They were using Netscape 4.x.
Don't worry, we only publicize your personal information when it amuses us.
While scouring our hightech counter information, it has come to our attention that somebody from microsoft.com is visiting us. I would like say “Hello!”.
I would like to give you big ups on some of your fine software products such as Notepad and Minesweeper. Neither have crashed on me and have made my life easier in some way.
I encourage you to continue visiting, and to encourage your friends to visit also. I also look forward to our first hits from cool .org's.
Normally when I talk about how I am an unappreciated genius no one takes me seriously which I can understand in my wisdom but perhaps you could take me a little more seriously as I discuss another unappreciated genius who is not myself: Kirby Ferguson.
Kirby's final issue of IslandEdition is up and it is so good it has me shaking my head. Don't get me wrong. I do think IslandEdition has done well, but after reading Kirby's Web Publishing Advice, I can't help but mourn Prince Edward Island's loss (Kirby is moving to TO).
In particular, read Kirby's Web Publishing Advice. It may seem odd to say that it is brilliant, since the advice is so simple, but is it indeed brilliant. Every web developer, designer, and writer should read and obey.
We'll miss you Kirby and we look forward to the future of IslandEdition.com
Long + Involving + Depressing + Very long + Inexplicable events + Extremely well written, and acted = Pretty damn good really
Documentary on Canadian Women's Waterpolo:
I don't care what anyone says, CBCTV rocks. It does not however rock quite as hard as the Canadian Women's Waterpolo team, medal favourites for the Sydney Olympics. I'm not kidding about this. Inexplicably good. Really.
Boxlor (see steve's post below):
Inexplicable, and yet good.
Repeated use of the Word Inexplicable:
Fun in small doses.
Just finished reading No Logo: Taking Aim at the Brand Bullies by Naomi Klein. It was an interesting book about the “brands, not products” phenomenon and provided a balanced historical look at the culture-jamming movement. Klein was careful to distance herself from organizations such as Adbusters that, despite earning my readership and respect, receive some much-needed criticism.
While interesting, No Logo does tend to drag a bit with an encyclopaedic style as is pointed out in a fine Slashdot review.
This probably shouldn't matter, but I was drawn to the book in part by the fact that Klein is the wife of Avi Lewis who stands alone in the field of intelligent Canadian TV as host of the CBC's Counterspin (Ralph Benmurgi is pretty cool too but I don't know if he's still on the air).
If I am ever famous, and I say this not in a hopeful or expectant way, but rather acknowledging that anything, even the most implausible can happen, I will try my utmost not to be Ben Affleck. Which is to say, in a slightly less longwinded and round-about way of saying things, that I hope I am never quoted as follows: “Fame is wasted on me. I already feel like I don't want to have sex five times a day. It's depressing.”*
I would hope that no matter how taxing celebrity is on the genius that I am, or at least that I might possibly be, I will muster all the will-power and fortitude that I possess, and continue having sex five times a day. I would do this, not for myself, but for the world at large with the multitude of ordinary and non-famous people which it contains. Understandably, there will be days upon which having sex five times will seem depressing and the whole thing will seem unbearable oppressive, and I'll no doubt feel like I've wasted my life banging the constant stream of starlets, fans, and other nubile young women who are endlessly offering themselves to me. However, I will soldier on selflessly, understanding that the common man (who feels pretty good about himself if he's managed to have sex five times in a year, and further that during at least one of those times his partner seemed to be enjoying his/herself, or baring that, was at least not visibly annoyed or upset) needs people like me, or like the person I might possibly be.
The common man needs someone to look up to, someone who has an incredible amount of sex, and equally important, someone who enjoys having an incredible amount of sex. Without this kind of role model men everywhere will lose sight of what it means to have dreams; they will despair that there is no happiness to be had in this sad little world. After all, if having sex five times a day cannot shield a man from depression, what hope is there for the masses of men who generally only think about sex five times a day (and when I say “day” in this latter context, I actually mean a somewhat lesser measure of time, a minute, for example)? So it will be thinking of the ordinary man that I may, though in all likelihood will probably not, suffer through my fame, continuing to have sex five times a day whenever possible, masking the depression that is inherent in every tiresome sex act, every monotonous sexual position, and every oppressive orgasm. I won't do it for myself, I'll do it for men everywhere.
* Ben Affleck in Australia's New Weekly magazine on a date I forgot to write down.
This has always been a dream of mine, how cool would it be to build little robots and pit them against each other?
Very cool. (at least I think so)
I'd watch it on TV if it was on.