“A German steel foundry worker has been given a nine months jail sentence after poking an air rifle up his friend’s bottom and firing it - causing his intestines to explode.
Denis Schwarz, 25, said he’d only wanted to help his pal who had complained about sweaty buttocks from working in the Halberg Guss factory where molten metal kept temperatures soaring.”—Austrian Times (via Warren Ellis).
This is a fast-paced game for Twitter junkies. You will be shown 20 random Twitter messages, one at a time, and it will be up to you to click on the user that each one belongs to. When it’s over, you can compare your performance with your friends. Who knows their friends best? Let’s find out.
This site fills a much needed gap in the world of Twitter, and I wasted absolutely no time trying it out.
And if that sounds like a compliment, please re-read it more carefully. (Hat tip to Moses Hadas, who is far eloquenter than I could ever hope to be.)
Oh, thank you for that. Never heard of the gent before now, but he sounds like the sort of guy you’d love to have as a lecturer.
You scroll for a mile. Markers motivate you along your way! Guess it’s one way to pass the time at work.
It’s been removed. Shame, really. I can deactivate the clicking thing in my mousewheel. Which makes it freewheel. And it’s faster when I spin it towards me. Takes a minute to slow down. I’d go through that list in no time at all!
I like this. I now have my bookmarks synced in Firefox on two machines, and on Safari too. Makes life easier.
Oh, someone finally copied Opera Link for Firefox. I thought this had been done already…
Yeah… other browsers are so behind. I mean, there are no services like that that are a little more platform independent. I may be a little sick of Opera self-righteousness
OK, that came off as rather elitist. I just wish Opera was more well-known. It deserves more credit than it has. I didn’t know about those alternatives, though, which is probably the same sort of argument one could make about Foxmarks.
I’m sorry. I’m going to try be less elitist from now on.
I haven’t bought anything from ThinkGeek in a really long time. It still had my mom’s credit card info in there.
Same. While I like ThinkGeek, their shipping options are… Well, for me here in Ireland, they’re appalling. I got a d20 necklace. Costs $10. Plus $50 shipping. It arrives in a box that could contain three DVD boxes.
Jinx (it should be J!nx, but ! don’t m!x punctuat!on and letters), on the other hand, had the option to have t-shirts sent by POST. Thus, only $8 more.
Sexy. I might use it, though my followers (the few, the brave, the bold, etc) might not enjoy the fact that I tweet roughly twenty times per day, while I only Tumbl (is that the correct verb? Or is Tumblr the right verb?) a few times in the same period.
Eroticization of characters that are not eroticized, or not eroticized with regard to each other, in the original work (Wincest) “
To my surprise, I found a site that MST3ked bad fanfic. One of them was a Cowboy Bebop fanfic that REWROTE THE STORY so the ending never happened. Then a mysterious girl showed up, and then I stopped reading, at about the same time as the fictional snarkers had a collective attack of apoplexy. And it was the first in a TRILOGY.
For a more humourous take on fanfic, this Girl Genius guest-written short. It’s only eight pages, but when I recently reread it, I finally understood all the Mary Sueing that the writer references. Pretty funny.
Dwar Ev ceremoniously soldered the final connection with gold. The eyes of a dozen television cameras watched him and the sub-ether bore throughout the universe a dozen pictures of what he was doing.
He straightened and nodded to Dwar Reyn, then moved to a position beside the switch that would complete the contact when he threw it. The switch that would connect, all at once, all of the monster computing machines of all the populated planets in the universe — ninety-six billion planets — into the supercircuit that would connect them all into one supercalculator, one cybernetics machine that would combine all the knowledge of all the galaxies.
Dwar Reyn spoke briefly to the watching and listening trillions. Then after a moment’s silence he said, ‘Now, Dwar Ev.’
Dwar Ev threw the switch. There was a mighty hum, the surge of power from ninety-six billion planets. Lights flashed and quieted along the miles-long panel.
Dwar Ev stepped back and drew a deep breath. ‘The honour of asking the first question is yours, Dwar Reyn.’
‘Thank you,’ said Dwar Reyn. ‘It shall be a question which no single cybernetics machine has been able to answer.’
He turned to face the machine. ‘Is there a God?’
The mighty voice answered without hesitation, without the clicking of a single relay.
‘Yes, NOW there is a God.’
Sudden fear flashed on the face of Dwar Ev. He leaped to grab the switch.
A bolt of lightning from the cloudless sky struck him down and fused the switch shut.
I have a collection of Fredric Brown short stories. Including one with typos as a plot point. I’ll say no more.
I got a book stolen the other day (Thomas Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow), so naturally I downloaded it. It’s an html file, and I’m wondering what other people use to read these things. For the record I’m using an eee pc with Linux.
I’ve been having difficulty finding one for Linux, since all my ebooks are in .lit, and the only .lit reader for Linux is, oddly enough, a plugin for Firefox 3. It’s called OpenBerg Lector. Their Sourceforge page is under construction or something, so you’ll have to use apt-get (if you’re running Ubuntu or Debian) or Synaptic (if you’re using the eee default).
Since all of my ebooks are .lit, I use Microsoft Reader, which, surprisingly, works rather well. The fact that it’s a propriatry format is likely why there’s no Linux variant (though it apparently works under Wine).
Being able to sleep at night is important. What we do, and whatever happens to us, it’s crucial that at the end of the day, we can justify it enough to sleep. So why couldn’t I sleep tonight?
There isn’t one single thing, and that’s the problem. It’s becoming too much, not for me, but for everyone, and I’d rather not sit around while it continues, so I’ve decided to take myself seriously—maybe too seriously by your standards—and say exactly what I’m thinking for once.
I’m honestly not sure if I’m quitting Tumblr outright and I wouldn’t want to commit myself to saying something and reneging on it. I’m most definitely taking a much-needed break, though, closing the outward trappings of my site, and spending a while not thinking about any of this. As a few of you know, I’ve thought about it for weeks now, and this is why:
For one thing, we take all of this too seriously, myself included. I’ve called many of you out for being codependent, but having a blog is, in itself, a rather adolescent emotional thing, no matter how you use it. We are all expressing ourselves, and the community I’ve talked about is just another layer of just how much in need of attention and validation we all are. I love the drama that goes on in my dashboard because these are real lives we’re talking about. So many of you are self-destructive or caricatural and it bleeds so clearly through your posts. God I’m glad I’m not one of you… unless I am. It’s better than TV, but at what cost to our self-respect? We’ve cultivated our little society and injected our egos into it, and for what? So that when David finally gets off his ass and monetizes Tumblr we’ll all flock to pay him $5 a month? That’s a pretty pathetic prospect.
I’m guilty of idolizing the earlier days of the Tumblr community, but let’s face it: The foundation of this community is in arrogant, rich, New York nerds, none of whom are attractive, interesting, or clever enough to be at all famous in the real world, so they’ve recessed into the adulating womb of Tumblr, Gawker, and the like. Look at who you’ve made really famous here and ask yourself if these people represent any attributes that you should respect. Whatever you want to say negatively about them just reflects back on all of us. We’re all shills to juice cleanses, fameballing, and being lecherously vain and shallow towards our fellow humans.
We’re just tearing down some representatives as we build up others. You only need to look as far as Stupidgate. Yes, it’s hilarious. Yes, StupidinBoston was an arrogant fool who probably deserved to have those photos leaked if he was stupid enough to send them to people, but look at what’s actually happening. All the people in his group of buddies—all the people he gave hundreds of followers to—are the ones trumpeting his humiliation. They not only jumped ship on his “it’s all hugs and happiness” ride, but took that anger they had at themselves for being a part of it and directed it at him. It’s most clearly a pecking party and looking past whatever personal dislike I’ve had for the guy, it still makes me sick.
Another interesting byproduct of Stupidgate is the recent assault on me that has taken place on one or two blogs. I don’t even know the people who seem to dislike me so much, but they continue to make pretty strong accusations about me, like one guy, who I guess reads way too much into pictures of my cats and girlfriend, who said I was a psychopath. I think I would be more insulted if criticisms were more warranted, and I’m sure there are things that could be said, but between saying I’m a psychopath, misreading a self-deprecating post, and one even claiming that my girlfriend affects a fake British accent (!), I can’t help but laugh. The recent anger directed my way by a couple post-Stupid users is due to externalized self-hatred at the recent events proving what I and others have been saying all along, that there’s a growing number of relatively popular Tumblr users who would be much better suited to AOL chatrooms, Myspace bulletins, and Youtube comments. I figure if these types of people aren’t angry at me over one thing or another, I’m doing something wrong. As much as they might be happy to see me leave, I’m equally happy to not have to see the entirety of Tumblr fall prey to their insidious idiocy.
Coincidentally, I’ve been seeing a few unrelated things lately that have prompted me more toward questioning why I bother with Tumblr. Michael Arrington, as many of you know, is a popular internet villain, and he recently wrote a very powerful post about just how bad things can get when unstable, unthinking people are enabled by the relationships we all have with the internet. Similarly, the owner of T-Shirt Hell, an offensive t-shirt company, wrote a letter stating how he was shutting his business down because he just didn’t want to deal with any more idiots. One of the many new followers the recent attacks on me have yielded posted a video of a debate between Christopher Hitchens and Al Sharpton. I remember one of the first times I hit the Tumblr Radar (before being blacklisted) was with a post defending Hitchens. It dawned on me that I was becoming a sort of Hitchens in the Tumblr eye, recently, and that’s not something I want. That’s because for no matter how intelligent, persuasive, and daring Hitchens is, he’s always marred by characterizations from people who would rather not listen to the substance of what he says but by what they’re afraid of. My humility won’t let me claim to have Hitchen’s positive attributes to whatever extent will let me continue to sound humble, but those unfounded characterizations do seem to be erupting from a few loud, if not blithering voices.
My self-censorship is the final nail in the coffin. This has been used against me, for whatever reason, in the past, so I’ll oblige and generalize to make it apply to all of you. It’s not a clear case of me holding my tongue for future employers. It’s what all of us do. We have an intended audience and we’re trying to sell ourselves. We’re not writing in top secret journals here. Michelle keeps trying to convince us her life is whatever she’s made it up to be in her head, Julia wants us to think she’s inspiring and famous, Molls wants us to think that she’s somehow funny, Tyler wants us to think he’s a writer, and the list goes on. We are who we pretend to be, and from what I’ve seen, I’m not sure why any of us keep pretending. I’d rather say nothing than have to watch my step. Even if I had never associated my name with my blog, I would still be needing to maintain an image. That’s not fun, that’s work. You might like to think you’re above that, but I’m not sure who you’re kidding.
So what should we do? Should we laugh it all off, disassociate ourselves from or attack anything that makes us uncomfortable with our good times? I don’t know, it just doesn’t seem worth it anymore. I have everything I want, and the fun I’ve had with Tumblr was an extra in my life. A bonus. Free.
Well, it’s time I looked a gift horse in the mouth and say I’d rather keep my feet on the ground.
I’ve met a lot of very clever, funny, and interesting people through Tumblr, and I’m grateful for that. I’ve probably met more people I like here than in my real life, and I’m forlorn at the prospect of losing touch with you or missing out on my opportunities to start a correspondence with those I haven’t. You can always reach me via email.
Who knows, maybe I’ll eat all my words and crawl back, or maybe I won’t find the need and you’ll see me one day at a party, dancing with my shirt off.