They’re sure not busy. Senior Monkey Correspondent Duke took time away from his busy day to provide us with this bit of foolishness.
Pogues? You betcha. Read this.
Planet of the Apes? Gimmee a break. I’m waiting for the rubber shark version of The Princess Bride. (Warning: 25MB Quicktime)
I’ve made a change to the site to reduce (i.e., eliminate) my dependency on somebody else’s (i.e., Blogger, who still don’t have a business plan) servers and software.
Miscellaneous Heathen now runs Noah Grey’s Greymatter system. This probably doesn’t matter to anybody except the geeks among you (and you know who you are (and so do I (HDANCN?))), but does have one obvious effect: the default page is now two entries long.
If you haven’t come around in a bit, wander over to the archives and check out the old Blogger file for July. There’s some neat stuff. But, then again, I think all this stuff is neat.
C’mon, with a title like that, do you really need anything but the link?
C’mon — with a title like that, do you really need anything but a link?
Here’s a lovely photo of Mt Etna from space. It’s erupting.
Hey, It’s SummertimeAnd the living may be easy, but my company’s still in Chapter 11. Maybe that’s why I’m resorting to reruns about shrews. (Flash)
All I can say about this is that, contrary to this example, not everyone in my home state is a goofball.
Literary giant Eudora Welty died today in her hometown of Jackson, Mississippi. She was 92. Her literary career includes a Pulitzer Prize (in 1973, for The Optimist’s Daughter) as well as the National Book Critics Award, the American Book Award, several O. Henry awards, and the Medal of Freedom (presented to her by fellow Southerner Jimmy Carter in 1980).
The headline for this entry comes from a fan letter of sorts sent to Welty in 1943. At the time, her work was gathering mixed reviews, largely (I’ll wager) because she was writing over the critics’ heads. After William Faulkner had a chance to read “The Robber Bridegroom,” he took it upon himself to send along some encouragement. Doing all right, indeed.
Ego Place begs the question “are all Objectivists also dorks?”
I don’t think the advertisement referenced here necessarily communicates exactly what Microsoft wants us to think about Office XP. Maybe things are just different in Germany. (Link updated to point to the Register after MS removed the ad from their own servers.)
After thirty-odd years, Mr Rogers is hanging up the cardigan.
These goons have taken pictures from Oscar-winning films, but with a twist. See if you can figure out the source film.
Update/Warning:: It has been pointed out to me that Snood for Windows actually installs something else, too, without giving you the option to skip it. This is bad, bad, bad behavior, and there’s no justification for it. Additionally, it has been suggetsed that Snood makes unauthorized use of your Internet connection, though I have not yet verified this claim. Exercise caution.
Dialog with the Snood author has been pretty fruitless except that he’s given me a link to a Gator-free version of Snood. Both links here are now to that version.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Christopher Walken Audio Library.
People, I just can’t stress this enough. Listen very carefully to me. The life you save may be your own:
Please be very, very careful where you store your fireworks, especially if you are an idiot.
Remember that stripper/runner who was cut from the Cal State-Fullerton cross country team because of her job choice? They’ve reinstated her, based largely on the fact that they were about to be sued into oblivion. My favorite part of the story is this sentence:
Meanwhile, Rios continues to dance part-time at Anaheim’s Flamingo Club, a nude juice bar where she earns money to pursue her studies in kinesiology.
I can’t decide if this reminds me more of Thomas Pynchon or Carl Hiaasen.
The conventional-wisdom rule demanding celebrity deaths in sets of three has unfortunately claimed 77-year-old guitar legend Chet Atkins.