{ 2001.03.17 } See my girlfriend cook my sock (uncensored sock cooking action).
{ 2001.03.17 } See my girlfriend cook my sock (uncensored sock cooking action).
{ } For some reason the term "cheese 'carrier' foods" makes me feel distinctly uncomfortable.
{ 03.16 } It's terrifying that people take edge-of-model science, like tachyons and then turn them into weird mystical pseudoscience (which I hate). Tachyon Healing and the Physics of Love has a title like an Upsideclown article, and says that these superluminal particles give you superpowers. Relatively tame, compared to the insiduous nature of Tachyon Field Theory which starts off in solid physics then collapses into unsupported declarations of biologic energy and so on and so forth.
{ } Thanks to Byliner [via Blue Ruin] I can be alerted to new columns by Bel Littlejohn. That's a Good Thing, btw.
{ } Yay! Myst IV mooted! And the Riven Unofficial Home Page has loads of great info on Myst III, including screenshots which look extremely promising.
{ } Brief summary of last night: Blagged an invite to the UK launch of Data Return. Got free beer, free binoculars, a bit of a dance later in Home after we sneaked down the back stairs. Oh yeah, and literally strong-armed away from one of The Register journalists by a Data Return exec. I've never been lifted out my seat before.
And I lost the keys from my phone. Bollocks.
Update on that: The keys were in my pocket. Which is a sentence that in this case doesn't mean what it usually means.
{ 03.15 } I love Useless Facts. "The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets".
Not too sure about this one though. "According to Einstein's Special Theory of Relativity, it is possible to go slower than light and faster than light, but it is impossible to go the speed of light. Also, there is a particle called tackyon which is supposed to go faster than light. This means if you fire a tackyon beam, it travels before you fire it". [Sic, as they say. All of it: Sic.]
{ } Um. Book your Angel Cruise now. "Enjoy 7 glorious days at sea with friends from around the globe. Share your stories, experiences, and your angelic dreams". Argh.
{ } Today's fresh Upsideclown is brought to us by James.
As a starting point, we take the basic philosophical tenet that all the conscious actions of an individual are caused by some personal mental impulse to perform that particular action over any another alternative action. For the purpose of simplicity, we shall state that the way an individual chooses between alternative actions is by assessing the utility produced by each action. Where one action is determined to produce more utility than any of the alternatives, then that action is the one pursued.
For your information, education, and to tell you exactly why (with diagrams) you arse around so much when there're things to do: An Essay in Procrastination.
{ 03.14 } Firstly, I can't quite believe that Rate My Profile really think they have a viable business. Secondly, user labare19 cracks me up. For the question "what is the one thing you most regret doing?" she says: "Taking pics of myself topless and posting them on the internet". Riiiight.
And then in the additional comments section, she has a link to those very photos.
{ 03.13 } The Yahoo Gerbil is best ever form of sponsorship. "The lifecycle of a gerbil is around a year, the same length of time of our sponsorship. We could think of no cooler way of filling the airtime than to follow this fascinating creature, each day, during the Channel 5 Movie, for the next 12 months". Around a year? What happens if it pops off early?
{ 03.12 } I like different ways of looking at commonplace things, like desktop/OS metaphors Lifestreams (Wired 1997): "Every document you've ever created or received stretches before you in a time-ordered stream, reaching from right now backward to the date you were born. You can sit back and watch new documents arrive: they're plunked down at the head of the stream".
{ } It's Monday. Fuck this for a game of soldiers.
This is the problem with war; the mess. The blood which only washed out with cold water - not hot, which cooks the plasma proteins like egg yolk and leaves a stain that no housewife can remove. Limbs everywhere; eyeballs popping underfoot as your men run towards the enemy to mow them down, and enough gore to swim in.
Yes, it's Monday, and it's fresh Upsideclown with George. She's not angry, oh no, not a bit. Well... maybe. Kill 'Em All. Good clean clown, like the old days.