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Yes. Fuck it.
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“Male beauty is the cosmetics industry’s new gold rush.”
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Oh, there’s a big surprise. That’s an incredible… I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die, from that surprise.
links for 2005-12-25
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links for 2005-12-24
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I don’t think I have an XML/RSS/WTF button on my site in the first place, so I might as well add one of these sometime.
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The moon is essplode!
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I’m going to take this opportunity to once again point out that none of your Uranus jokes are funny, because you’re pronouncing Uranus incorrectly.
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My cat found this amusing…
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It’s a wonder that anyone ever recognizes celebrities in person.
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“The good thing about probabilistic systems is that they benefit from the wisdom of the crowd and as a result can scale nicely both in breadth and depth. But because they do this by sacrificing absolute certainty on the microscale, you need to take any si
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Wowwee, every Goddard film evar. I may have dropped out of art school, but not entirely unscathed by pretension… I lurv independent video stores.
Links for 2005-12-23
Happy Solstice / Io, Saturnalia / etc / etc
I plan to celebrate by staying in bed all day tomorrow and hibernating slash eating books, on account of my brain is b0rked. And on account of my Christmas present from work was having my hours (and monies) cut in half until January because the store has been dead lately. Thanks, werk.
In other news… what?
And for my own future reference, because I am too lazy and headachy to figure out how to get this working now: Using the Stumbleupon XML Feed. Also this.
Naptime.
Poppycock
La lutte elle-même vers les sommets suffit à remplir un coeur d’homme; il faut imaginer Sisyphe heureux.
I wish I could buy what you’re selling, Camus.
I’m giving myself a headache.
What does it mean?
This was in my drafts folder when I woke up: “If you are yearlly so think that i would go to sleep, well go…lakdj!”
I guess I was unsuccessful at filling in the recipient, so I don’t know who it was intended for. It seems like I was angry. But about what!? It is a mystery. Yeah, I guess I had fun last night. I think.
Eating less means people consume less food!
The new issue of Skeptical Inquirer reprints Stephen Barrett’s “Analysis of Kevin Trudeau’s ‘Natural Cures’ Infomercial”. It’s like MST3K for skeptics. Stephen just wrote down most of the things I used to sit there yelling at Trudeau on 47 screens on Sunday mornings when I was working at Fox. Good times, those were.
I thought I’d link to it again because a) “Kevin Trudeau” is the number two search term used to find my website (second only to “nautical star tattoos” — and kids, bad idea = getting the new trendy symbol marked on you, because: do you know how long trends last? now, do you know how long tattoos last? compare your answers here…), and b) I still feel irresponsible for having access to a television station’s copy of this bullshit without so much as “misplacing” it when I quit. I feel a little bit better to know that nobody watched anything that station aired except for The 700 Club and American Idol. But somebody managed to get the book out of Walgreens, and I still feel compelled to write at least 47 letters of complaint. Maybe not until I acquire a typewriter and become at least 5% more curmudgeonly. I mean, I’m already curmudgeonly, but not so much that it overcomes my affinity for doing absolutely nothing…
One day I hope to become at least as curmudgeonly (er, pseudo-curmudgeonly) as Ted L. Nancy, Lazlo Toth (Don Novello) or these guys. So far, I have only one cat. I’m aiming to collect at least 27 more.
P.S.
Curmudgeonly.
I swear on the bible that Bart Sibrel is loony.
Just got through listening to Bart Sibrel (remember that moan hoax fucktard that Buzz Aldrin punched?) vs. Phil Plait and Michael Shermer (as if there’s any contest) from yesterday’s Dave Glover Show on 97.1 FM St. Louis. The recording is here.
Yes, Bart Sibrel is a notorious asshat, and his lunacy grows tiresome quickly (if you know who he is, you’ve already heard everything he has to say eleventy-seven times), but hearing Phil and Michael have to hold their tongues and stifle their laughter (not always entirely successfully) while he’s still midsentence making his accusations of conspiracy, and false analogies was delightful. This “debate” is highly recommended by me. Phil’s follow-up post is here.
Personally, I’m not entirely convinced that even Bart believes that the moon landing was a hoax. The lack of smartitude that would be necessary to buy his worthless arguments is truly mind-boggling. If I wasn’t so busy wanting to punch the guy myself, I’d feel rather sorry for him.
Fair Warning
Or it would be, if only Sean paid any attention to anything I post online. Next chance I get, the Beetlejuice ringtone on our phone is so being replaced by “Yakety Sax”. No one knows the joy that it brings to me. Maybe I’m just slightly tipsy. Imma gonna get offa the Internets, now. Imagine that. Y’know what’s even more emo than having a LiveJournal? Yeh — having a real journal. S’okay, though. I stopped writing terrible poetry in there when I was 13. Remind me to repost my pathetic depressed-13-year-old website sometime, though. Manohman, what a stereotype I was. Hay, that shit fast-tracked me into art school. If I’m gonna be a stereotype, best be believing I’m gonna be a superior stereotype. Coulda been doing that shit as a living by now. Jebus, what a joke. Tampon in a teacup. So very paradigm shifting. Ramble end.
myPress Test
I don’t know why I didn’t ever bother to look for something like this earlier. Because a plugin for WordPress that automatically crossposts to MySpace had to exist. Now you losers who don’t bother to look at my website (okay, it’s not as if I ever update it anymore) don’t have to. As long as this works. This should eliminate a huge source of annoyance for me.
I don’t think that anyone I know on MySpace is this particular brand of nerd, but for those of you reading this outside of that craphole, I’ll link yer to the script: myPress. There is a hack needed to get it working (search the text for “Line 188” to find it) (MySpace has added a hash to the blog entry page — asshats).
My first attempt to crosspost (without the hack) resulted in the deletion of my last two MySpace posts (I deleted the rest of them myself, because I’m crazy like that). Oh well. If you missed them, the first one can be approximated by typing “Patrick Stewart Sejanus” into a Google Images search. The second one linked to The Passion of the Benny Hill. Yays.