The Cutie Bunch Friendly Pal Pack is not at all a children’s tale. Unless your children are particularly twisted.
It is, however, deeply funny.
The Cutie Bunch Friendly Pal Pack is not at all a children’s tale. Unless your children are particularly twisted.
It is, however, deeply funny.
Keanu Reeves as John Constantine.
Blogging has been derided as navel-gazing run amuck; if that’s the case, this is either its high point or low point: Bazima presents a sort of Harper’s index of her sexual history.
Wired’s June issue has a story about Good Eats host and geek-celeb chef Alton Brown. Enjoy.
The Decemberist takes a run at describing how the Senate works today vs. how it used to work.
Last week, my Palm died. Well, not completely; the digitizer won’t recognize any input, but other than that it’s fine — where “fine” means essentially unusable, anyway. I ordered a new Zire 72 from Amazon to replace it.
That’s when I discovered something HORRIBLE.
THEY CHANGED GRAFFITI.
This is NOT okay. I know why they did it — Xerox lawsuit and all that rot
— but goddammit, I’ve been using Graffiti since it was a product you bought
to make your original Newton usable, i.e. before the original Palm Pilots hit the market, which puts my initial mastery of the single-stroke alphabet at nearly a decade ago. I
do NOT want to take the time to learn new, “more intuitive” penstrokes,
especially when “more intuitive” is code for “slower.”
Fortunately, I’m clearly not the only one in this position; if you, like me, are vexed by this development, do this:
Bingo! Back to OG. A hard reset — i.e., back to factory virgin status — will
restore the new machine to the new heretical Graffiti, but why would you
want to do that?
In any case: Rodeohead.
Adam Felber lists a few new words coined as a result of this president’s shenanigans. We can’t decide if we like “yellowcake” (a sham or conterfeit. We thought we’d found Hitler’s diary, but it was just yellowcake) or “chalabi” (to dupe an unusually trusting victim. He was so confident about his billiards skills, it was easy to chalabi him.) better.
No, it’s not about politics. Or global warming. Or economic doom. Or the war in Iraq.
No, it’s about the fact that from this list, which we can assume is reasonably cannonical, we learn that Creed have sold more records than The Police, Jimi Hendrix, the Beach Boys, or the Who.
Sigh.
Seriously, though, this chart would be more interesting if there were also columns for sales per year of activity and sales per album released, and then adjust both those for marketing dollars spent.
Well, theoretically, it’s a game — in perfect mid-80s console style — but it’s got the longest intro EVAR. Stick it out at least until Hulk Hogan, fat, unemployed He-Man, Mr. T, and R2-D2 team up to stop Bush, Cheney, and Voltron.
No, really. The first level boss is giant, robotic Tom Ridge. He has a duct tape gun. I couldn’t possibly make this up. It’s huge, and between fights the authors have included information on bits like the recession, the “surplus,” economic policy, the estate tax, stem cell research, etc.
Oh, and there’s a Hillary Duff Fingerbang sequence.
Here’s a map of Springfield, USA.
The Axis of Eve has some undergarments you may find amusing.
Tom Clancy, that most Republican of military-fetishist authors, is now slamming Bush’s war in Iraq.
Modern furniture for pets.
So, here’s the primer on the whole Washingtonienne (cached copy) dustup, in the event you haven’t been brought up to speed.:
Say it with me: I love this country.
No, really, chocolate nipples.
Hermione has boobs.
I can’t wait for the last films in this series, when Watson is a full-growed woman, and Radcliffe and Grint have deep voices and five o’clock shadow.
The Great Satan known as Clear Channel has somehow acquired a patent on recording a concert live, and then selling CDs of the show on site. How, exactly, is “capturing a digital stream and sending it to a batch of CD burners” patentable?
More commentary at DNALounge.com and, of course, Slashdot.
The nutjobs at Christian Exodus want to entice thousands of like-minded fundies to move to a state (smart money’s on South Carolina) and take over its electorate so they can leave the Union and establish a theocracy.
Didn’t a good chunk of bigoted nutjobs try this, oh, 150 years ago? Think it’ll work any better not?
Oddly enough, cornstarch-and-water behaves very, very strangely when shaken properly. (3.8MB Windows Media file)
Last night, Bush promised to demolish Abu Graib. While clearly a brazen political move, it’s still what should have been done a year ago; using Saddam’s torture central as, well, our own torture central makes it awful fucking hard to pretend we’re the good guys.
Remember that Unitarianism-isn’t-a-religion crap from last week? In the face of widespread condemnation, the comptroller — Carole Keeton Strayhorn — has reversed her position.
(Via Atrios and Off The Kuff.)
How about some imaginary magazines?
Remember that punk-rock Quincy episode? These people do, and have video caps.
With Xingtone, it’s now possible to make custom ringtones from any digital sound file.
Monty Python’s written a little song for the FCC. God love ’em.
Go Old Skool, and hook up with the Atari Homebrew Movement. Yup; there are still people making new games for the grandaddy of consoles, despite the fact that you have to work in 6502 assembler to do it.
Wow.
This Newsweek story discusses a post-9/11 Justice Dept. memo that insists, much to the consternation of the State Department, that the US need not follow international law or the Geneva Conventions where the Afghani and Iraqi prisoners are concerned. It does conclude, however, that these prisonoers could be tried in military tribunals for offenses against international law.
“Do as we SAY, not as we DO” has never been terribly convincing. On the international level, it’s also a terribly dangerous precedent to set.
No, really.
Zenarchy.com offers a fine selection of satirical banners, of which we reproduce two below.


The Democratic Underground offers this list of their top ten conservative idiots. Frankly, however, it’s awful hard to make a case that any of these positions have or had any merit at all.
Respectful of Otters — which is a great blog name — has some thoughts up on this innovative program in New York State. Basically, familes deemed at-risk are eligable for home nursing visits to help parents get on the right track; the visits begin before birth and continue until the child is two. The results (studied over 13 years) have been staggering. The big number is this: over the course of the program, researchers found it reduced child abuse and neglect by 79 percent.
Predictably, it’s woefully underfunded. However, it’s serving as a model for programs in 22 states, so there’s also that.
Several sites I review have mentioned a new “service” offered at DidTheyReadIt.com. Basically, these folks purport to offer a plan wherein the sender of an email can know, absolutely, 98% of the time, whether or not their email has arrived, if it’s been read, for how long, and where (geographically) the recipient is.
Sounds both compelling and a bit scary, doesn’t it? Well, here’s something else it is: BULLSHIT.
Now that’s a technical term, you understand, so let me break it down for you; I’d hoped a skeptical press would have done this for us, but the coverage so far has been fawning and utterly naive. Shouldn’t journalism — particularly technology journalism — involve more than quoting q press release?
Anyway, what they’re talking about is universal return-receipts. Closed email systems have offered these for years, which is why you can click “request receipt” in Outlook when you’re sending mail to Sally down the hall in Accounting. Even then, though, Sally (usually) has the option to cancel your return-receipt request. The important point, though, is that this works only in a homogenous system — i.e., where everyone uses the same email program — because there’s no universal way to request a return receipt. To make it work, requesting mail clients must add “headers” telling the receiving program that they want one, and the receiving program must understand those headers AND comply with the request.
This works fine when everyone uses the same program, and can even work for mail sent over Internet because the mail transfer mechanism of the Net doesn’t actually pay much attention to the message en route, so programs can add all sorts of information to the message without interfereing with its ability to get from A to B; a return-receipt request is just one example.
But what happens if you send mail requesting a return receipt to a person who doesn’t use a mail program that understands (or cares about) Outlook’s special headers? Nothing. They’re ignored. Put simply, to make universal return-receipt work, you’d have to create a universal return-receipt header standard, and then get every mail client to play along, which will never happen for a whole host of reasons.
So how are these folks doing it? Well, they’re not. They’re relying on a technique used widely by spammers to measure the rate at which a given piece of spam has been read. It’s not a terribly robust method, and it’s particularly poorly suited to this problem. The sender (or DTRI, in this case) adds a link to a particular image to the mail in question, and then waits for the web server to register a hit. A web request includes an IP, which can then be used to determine location (though only with very sloppy accuracy; if I dial in from Hawaii using an ISP in New York, it’ll show me in Manhattan — and at last count everyone on AOL looks like they’re in Reston, Virginia).
By configuring the web server’s handling of these images carefully, they can force a refresh every so often, and get a fairly inaccurate read for how long the mail was open. All in all, it’s terribly sloppy, and almost guaranteed to fail.
The core problem, though, is that for DTRI’s method to work, you must read your mail in HTML, which is by no means universal; we all know that Sally down the hall loves to send green-on-pink mail with a flower border, and frankly we’re sick of it. Fortunately, most mail programs can be configured to display the plaintext alternative (if there is one), or to ignore the bulk of the formatting, and it doesn’t take too many of Sally’s Happy-Hour messages to send us to this particular preferences menu.
Aside from that, though, there’s the issue of the image itself. Images can come with emails one of two ways: they can be included in the mail itself (which makes the mail huge), or they can be linked to images stored on a web server somewhere, which is what DTRI does. This is the real dealbreaker: even particularly promiscuous, insecure clients like Outlook no longer load non-embedded email images by default. It only takes one super-graphic porn spam to send most folks to that particular setting, in any case. Add to this the fact that its use by spammers makes a mail with such a link look like spam to automated filters, and you begin to see the problem.
Yup. That’s it; for this, DidTheyReadIt.com wants fifty bucks a year. I’ve got a better idea: if it’s really that important that you know if someone read a given communique, send it by registered mail. Not email; use the paper kind. It’s good for shit like this. Email is — and probably always will be — essentially asynchronous. Accept it. And don’t be taken in by charlatans like the folks at DidTheyReadIt.
(So why does this method work for spammers, or does it? I’d say it probably does, because they’re measuring something else. DTRI wants to measure individual mails, but a spammer just wants to know if some of his mail got through the increasingly-elaborate filter gauntlet. He can afford to assume that only a small percentage of those who read his mail loaded the image, and extrapolate a more accurate “read rate” based on his hits. For obvious reasons, this is worthless to DTRI.)
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A little surfing led me to a couple other services purporting to offer precisely the same service: ReadNotify.com and MessageTag.com. Neither of these will work any better than DidTheyReadIt.com; all the information above applies to them, too.
Also, it looks like ZDNet actually has reasonable coverage, referring to the web bug technique as dead technology. Heh.
He’s banned digital cameras, cameraphones, and the like from military installations in Iraq.
Hey, Don? I’m pretty sure that’s solving the wrong problem. Accountability is good; it was the absence of such that enabled the abuse scandal, and only the existance of the clandestine photos made the truth undeniable.
Halliburton subsidiary KBR has been billing the government for driving empty trucks around Iraq — on trips through hostile territory.
The Homestar Runner Wiki has all you need to know.
Twenty years ago, Andy Kaufman died. Maybe.
The Texas State Comptroller has decided that Unitarianism isn’t a religion, at least for tax purposes, because it “does not have one system of belief.” Accordingly, the Denison Unitarian Church has been denied tax-exempt status in Texas.
It seems unlikely that this will settle the apparently-endless Trek vs. Dr Who debate, it does seem likely that a number of other, ancillary conclusions may be drawn from its sheer existence.
It would be ungentlemanly to speculate about the proportion of these conclusions that concern the existence, or lack thereof, of the author’s social life.
The Swearsaurus could prove useful, should we find ourselves needing to communicate saltily in, say, Albanian. (Via Tendentious.org.)
You know all the whining the RIAA is doing about record sales being down? Turns out it ain’t necessarily so, as they actually sold more in Q1 ’04 than in Q1 ’03.
Forget the confusing percentages, here’s an oversimplified example: I shipped 1000 units last year and sold 700 of them. This year I sold 770 units but shipped only 930 units. I shipped 10% less units this year. And this is what the RIAA wants the public to accept as “a loss.”
The Prizefight is perhaps the best example of this strange genre of taxidermy ever. It occurs to us that perhaps the Photoshop chimeras of a day or two ago are the modern equivalent, but without the need to disassemble actual animals to do it.
Erin tells us that Randy Johnson’s performance yesterday is a big deal, but we confess we’re still not sure what distinguishes a “no-hitter” from a “perfect game.” In any case, the Big Eunuch Unit — a former Astro — did the latter.
Frankly, we can’t believe this isn’t already listed here; we correct that oversight today by pointing out The Greatest Album Covers That Never Were, speculative takes on album art by a variety of artists. Erin will like this one in particular.
Rob calls our attention to The Infinite Cat Project. We’re planning on adding Bob.
Working on an avant-garde post-musical magnum opus? Need a shortcut? Try The Agonizer.
None of these animals exist. Thank God.