Archive for February, 2003

Words fail me

Friday, February 28th, 2003 | General | No Comments

This fine piece of artwork can be yours for a low, low price.

I really hope this Robert Berry guy is a 10-year-old. I seriously doubt he is, though. (First clue: What 10-year-old knows Alf?) (Via Anil Dash’s sideblog.)

Well, crap.

Thursday, February 27th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Mr. Rogers died today. I am so bummed out.

Still not dead: Adding illness to the mix

Wednesday, February 26th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Yes, yes, I’ve been a bad blog mommy lately. In addition to being alternately busy and lazy, I managed to also go and get myself some sort of illness. As such, I haven’t been online much. Found you a couple of things to play with, though. Hope you enjoy them.

You mean everyone doesn’t have SWAT team pictures on their fridge?

Wednesday, February 26th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Morons. Utter morons. Guess that’s why they call it ‘dope.’

Kinda speaks for itself, really

Wednesday, February 26th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Paraplegic man becomes brown belt ninja.

I think that last paragraph in the story could come up with some better examples, though. Bet that real ninjas wish that, too. How embarrassing for them.

Aww. They’re so cute.

Wednesday, February 26th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Vintage Vespa calendar pictures. Too bad the girls keep getting in the way of the scooters, eh?

Ma moose dis’nae work.

Wednesday, February 26th, 2003 | General | No Comments

It seems that voice-recognition software can’t get the hang of Glaswegians’ accents. Gosh, I’m shocked. Not Glaswegians. (Apologies to my friends in Glasgow. Actually, wait — what am I apologizing to you for? You’re all from Aberdeen.)

As my brother once said of Glaswegians (taxi drivers in particular), “Gae the marbles oot o yer mooth ye fookin’ furry baastaard.”

I’m so easily entertained

Friday, February 21st, 2003 | General | No Comments

I love all the parodies of the Department of Homeland Security site being posted these days. They entertain me greatly.

And if those aren’t your bag, maybe Air Toons are. A lot of the Homeland Security stuff is tacked on at the end, but it’s largely airline-related. I would especially like to point out this item to any number of people in the Milwaukee area. Grumble. (Oh, and the driving gloves comment that may appear under the Air Toons headline is courtesy of my coworker Dan’s commute to work this morning.)

Caring for your introvert

Friday, February 21st, 2003 | General | No Comments

One of my coworkers posted this to our intranet this morning. Finally — a sort of manual for proper treatment of your introvert. I am so behind that Sartre quote they use in the article.

(Yeah, I know I tend to talk more than this article would lead you to believe introverts do, but I generally only talk that much around people I like and feel comfortable with. If you’re one of these people, just think of it as me saving up my chatting energy for when I spend time with you. Extra funny part for those who know me as a chatty person: There are more people who routinely refer to me as “so quiet.”) For the record, this is me.

Looks like there’s a MeFi thread for it, too. Natch. More related reading there, if you’re interested.

Well, it’s one blacker, isn’t it?

Thursday, February 20th, 2003 | General | No Comments

So, apparently someone’s created a blacker black. Goths and art students everywhere rejoice.

Attention, all grown-ups

Thursday, February 20th, 2003 | General | No Comments

In case you’re bored and need something childish to help waste some time, you’ll find suggestions here.

Sorry, East Coasters

Thursday, February 20th, 2003 | General | No Comments

It’s 52 degrees and sunny outside right now. I’m glad I went out for lunch, but now I’m just depressed because I can’t be outside riding my bike (or whatever) and by the time I get home and would have a chance to air out my apartment, it’s going to be cold again. Foo. Oh well. This sort of makes up for one of the Fall days we didn’t get this year.

Not dead. Just lazy.

Tuesday, February 18th, 2003 | General | No Comments

I’ve been alternately busy and lazy lately. I’ll find fun things to post one of these days. Sorry for not providing any mirth for you. I’d go searching now, but I’ve got to get home to Buffy.

Ok, these are just too cute

Thursday, February 13th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Fisheye-lens pictures of doggies and kitties. Awwww. I think this one is my favorite of the bunch.

So, if you don’t get an Oscar, you still have something shiny

Thursday, February 13th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Check out the sparkly little gifties best actress nominees get. Weird.

Sure beats Successories

Thursday, February 13th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Now these are motivational posters I can tolerate. Not quite as good as the ones over at Despair.com, but soooo much better than Successories.

I’m hangin’ out in Davezilla’s shelter

Thursday, February 13th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Davezilla’s got his take on what to purchase in the way of emergency supplies in case of terrorist attack. Much better than the government’s list. He’s gonna have the best shelter in town.

More fun with Macs

Thursday, February 13th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Y’know that picture of Columbia’s underside that NASA’s been analyzing? It was taken with a home telescope and an 11-year-old Mac.

Funny how you don’t hear many stories of people using 11-year-old PCs.

Woz has left the castle

Wednesday, February 12th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Seems Steve Wozniak will be moving out of his super-cool fun house because it’s in the middle of a big wireless dead zone. Too bad it’s in California. I don’t need wireless and that place sounds like loads of fun. Of course, it’s not like I’ve got a couple million laying around anywhere.

Also, I would just like to admit — Mac addict that I am — I had no idea Woz designed Breakout. He’s responsible for hours and hours of my youth being wasted away in front of the Atari. Thanks, Woz.

If you thought the kids with big eyes paintings were bad…

Wednesday, February 12th, 2003 | General | No Comments

Gallery of Thrift Store Art. Words fail me. Language just doesn’t do justice for fine art such as Sad Dog with Hat Crying in Beer Mug or The E.R. Hump. (Via My Life as an American Gladiator.)

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