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(I know there are librarians out there-- you shouldn't be able to resist donating to reading, right?)
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Hell, I'm even posting it to my freakin' LiveJournal.
Answer the friggen' question.
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Hoodies from the Seattle area: We are losing one of our finest to your muggy, shamefully green city. I was thinking I might spring for a gift card for some kind of local shop/restaurant thing for her.
Suggestions?
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First, as a thank you for the Sterogum tip-off: there's also 3GB of music from SXSW for those who might have missed the post on Lifehacker. In other news a PMOG mission led me to the best food pr0n site ever. In the sense of food that gives you voyeuristic glee, not naked chicks covered in flour.
Seriously, let me send you a PMOG invite. So. Much. Fun.
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From the get-go, I wasn't entirely happy with the mechanism that we came up for playing this here caption game, and so I have taken the game over to Tumblr, where I think the posting mechanics are better suited to playing a more freestyle game.
Ross and Six already have Tumblrs, so I think I'm going to try to talk them into doing a "beta" run of the game, then I'll probably check back in here and give a more detailed run-down of how it all works. If you're an early adopter sort, you can go to the Caption Booth page and join up.
Feel free to message/IM me for pointers.
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In the name of market research, Boots and I have been playing NeoPets lately. Well, Miss Bootsie has always had a special place in her heart for mindless flash games, so I was basically just asking an alcoholic to go through my wine cellar and let me know if she found anything worth drinking. (Don't get me wrong-- the hours I've whiled away on video games trump her obsession with Zookeeper a thousand times over. I just tend to play the sort of video game which wants to take over your whole computer/television screen.) Anyway, combine that with a string of No Reservations shows on the Travel Channel, and you've got a sure fire recipe for over stimulation. It didn't entirely help though when Mr. Bourdain said, "It was like a Motel Six had sex with a renaissance faire and then crammed in a breakfast nook and a crummy bar."
I almost passed out from laughing.
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Just remember:
A corpse is a corpse,
of course, of course.
And no one can talk to a corpse
of course.
Unless, of course, I speak to the corpse
Coz I have Speak With Dead!
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Ever bought or downloaded a free ring tone from an "official" site? (As opposed to using tools to convert some other file and taking a more DIY approach.) Lemme know, I'm supposed to figure out how to implement it for a client.
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(Or at least the same amount of fun with less effort, thus producing a higher happiness quotient.)
As my good friend Unkie Dev pointed out, my posting here has been lagging lately. Partly, this is because I got berated for watching goofy videos on the internet when I should have been working, but it is also because I have diversified my time-wasting portfolio to include the following:
- Promoting Fezzik, Greenland on Yarold's Samurai War Link Exchange - Actually, this is sort of a crass lie. Mostly, Boots spends her evenings link farming to promote Zizzle, Sri Lanka. The mindless simplicity of the process, and her compulsive pursuit of it are fascinating. One night, she volunteered to click links on my behalf, which resulted in my account getting BANNED 4 LIFE! So, I'm faced with the prospect of arguing with 13 year olds that I am legit, or just giving up on the whole thing and leaving Fezzik unemployed, in Greenland. Of course, if someone else wants to take on stewardship of this little 'berg, I'm sure you could click to your heart's content.
- Playing Kingdom of Loathing on my lunch break - I am currently a level 13 Accordian Thief and I am waging war against the Hippies on the Mysterious Island of Mystery. My trouble is that as I am (disguised as an Orcish frat boy) I can't actually manage to hit any of my opponents. Soon, I hope to reach my first Ascension and become a Sauceror under the Moxie zodiac sign. Doesn't that sound like fun?
- Submitting random crap to my Tumblog - Tumblr is so much damned fun. Basically making a post is as simple as using a bookmarklet and making a few clicks. It sort of feels like randomly looting the internet for goodies.
- Browsing for random content with the help of Flock - I do so very much love the RSS reader in Flock. With it, I can scan random images from the web with easy and loot them into my Tumblog:
It's especially good for scrolling through Tumblogs, Ffffound, and my Ravelry friend activity.
The "My World" page is a fancy console for checking out what all is being updated by friends around the web. (It ties in with Facebook, and I think that as soon as I'm done with this post I am going to sign up. That is unless someone comes by my desk with something more valuable that I'm supposed to be doing.)
- Racking up points on PMOG for taking other players' tours of the web - PMOG has a fair amount in common with Me.dium (or however you place the periods) in that you install an extension, and can see notations left by other players on the web. It has two main advantages over Me.dium, however. The first is a kickin' steampunk aesthetic and some "game play" to it. The second is that one of the main ways you interact with other players is by taking "Missions" which are like little website slide shows that players assemble. I've taken one on Fantasy Art, one on Roller Derby, one on Libertarianism, etc. For each TLD you visit, you get two points. Points are spent on goodies and also let you "level up". The benefits of increasing your level are a little beyond me at this point, but going on a mission is a fantastic way to kill five minutes learning about something new. At some point when I have another slow day like this, I'm going to have to make a few missions, myself. I get to invite two people per week to join, and I'd love to have some company here. (When I signed up, it took almost no time to get from invite request to being on the site, so maybe the invite codes aren't a big deal.)
There you go. I hope you join me on some of these time-wasting diversions.
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In it, a woman gets the chance to interview "The Charles Dickens of Our Century"-- a reclusive author in the last weeks of her life who suddenly wants her true story to be known. And while sleuthing up clues about this woman's true identity makes up most of the movement in the plot, it is the comments she makes, and her biographer's observations which I think really make the book interesting.
I sort of want to read more, to experience the setting, but at the same time, there's only so much of thirteen year old peer drama that I can stomach. This is why I am the code troll and my darling Bootsie is the educator.
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Every now and then, I miss the Polls feature back at LJ.
Please vote on the following:
W. B. Mook should sign up for MySpace as his fictional promotion company: 1000 Mooks. (y or n)
W. B. Mook should suck it up and join Facebook because anything that improves his lackluster ability to keep in touch with people ought to be encouraged. (y or n)
W. B. Mook should sign up for another web toy or service which I have provided the name of here:__________
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Back at the old alma mater (link omitted, since I've name dropped the damn place enough lately), one of my favorite professors once said to our class, "This is not a discussion, these are just terrified sequential monologues."
I always think of that in relationship to blogging. There's this illusion of interaction, but I've looked at the list of people who count me as a neighbor and I have trouble placing a great many of them. I'm obviously not interacting with a good many of you. (Some of you, I added first, so that's my fault and I know it.)
Do we still interact on these here internets? Or are we all just taking pictures of ourselves in our bathroom mirrors?
If so, where do I go to get in on some of this interaction?
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At this point, I sort of assume that most of you have seen the ads for Mike Doughty's upcoming album, but just in case, check it out.
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Normally, Boots and I have tried not to pick the same contestants for our teams, but with five people left that's no longer possible. So I've thrown tradition to the winds and picked the people who's work I like most.
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In case you need something to help you cope with reality (or reality television) for the next few weeks before the writers and producers come to terms, I suggest Mad Men.
To tell the truth, part of the draw of this show is from watching too many "emo" shows, where the flawed characters look anguished, whine, drink, and act like adolescents. (*cough* *cough* BSG Season 3 *cough*) No one in Mad Men is happy, and it comes out in little clues and offhanded remarks, but it's a nice change of pace from the standard melodrama.
To tell you the truth, you could watch it just for the clever deconstruction of the advertising process. You could watch it to be taken back to a more innocent time when gender roles were clear cut. You could watch it for the Machiavellian office power struggles.
I think I watch it for that credit sequence.
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Flickr.
Del.icio.us.
Um, yeah.
This is a sobering thought, to be sure.
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But I digress.
Anyway, the novel didn't disappoint from its catchphrase description of bollywood cyberpunk. It had plenty of neat catch-details like a third gender and massively distributed AI soap opera. The one thing that stuck in my craw was that the two white folks were the only ones who, at the end, really grokked what had just happened-- something which made all the attempts to integrate Hindi into the story seem more like orientalizing than multicultural.
The real injustice though was the publisher's OCR system. As near as I can figure, they scanned in a version of the book into some new formatting, and didn't really check it over. Opening quotes were missing all over the place, and in one extremely bad instance, the name "Inder" was replaced with the word "hider". As Albert would say, "Welcome to amateur hour."
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