Still, you have to admit that the potential to milk this is practically limitless. “Making the Funeral?” “The Real Netherworld?” “The Real Netherworld/Making the Funeral Stupid Team Physical Stunts Competition!” That’s it. Yeeeah.
I made you a blog… but I eated it.
Still, you have to admit that the potential to milk this is practically limitless. “Making the Funeral?” “The Real Netherworld?” “The Real Netherworld/Making the Funeral Stupid Team Physical Stunts Competition!” That’s it. Yeeeah.
You can subscribe for free to the Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report. Print it out and leave it in the bathroom along with the Goth Street Journal.
“As a parent with two young children, I believe American families should
be able to rely on the fact that — at times when their children are likely
to be tuning in — broadcast
television and radio programming will be free of indecency,
obscenity and profanity,” href="http://www.firstamendmentcenter.org/news.aspx?id=12532">Upton
said.
C’mon, now, Fred. Some mornings, those three things are
the only things that get me through the commute to work!
When John Gilmore isn’t crusading to protect air travelers’
privacy, he blows off steam by presenting
random groups of headshots
of Usenet posters, as captured at Usenix conferences in “meatspace,” so
Usenet people could attach a face to a name in the days before web
pages made everyone as ubiquitous as they want to be. It
only took me three pages of these headshots to run into a former ANS cow
orker. Most-recoemmended are anyone whose email address ends in .uucp,
an old, just-about-obsolete domain for computers that used Unix-to-Unix
Copy Protocol to transfer mail and news in the days before an always-on
line was feasible.
Man, am I glad Apple didn’t implement any of these suggestions before I got mine. Perhaps he’s making a subtle point I’m completely missing, but minimizing the opportunities to buy more stuff is one of the many things I like about my iPod. It doesn’t try to sell me anything, except maybe a pocketdock and a showcase. And one of those sweet Burton jackets. Wait, what was my point?
I could not remember the guy’s name to save my life — only the name of his website: “My Dad And These Air-Disasters.” I could not remember the URL to save my life, either, so the Wayback Machine would be of no help. Then, I found Recall, through which I discovered his name and his long-dead website URL, which sadly is not cached in the WBM, though references to it were: Lionel Stanislaus Dunn.
Investigating L.S. Dunn showed me another prime example: Russ Wuertz.
And for some reason all this reminded me of Sam Sloan. It’s really not fair to categorize Sloan as a kook — not when he actually publishes parodies, wrtten by Usenet people, of his own website articles. It would be fair to categorize him as a kook, though, for embedding MIDI files on all his pages.
Sometimes you can still find good stuff on MeFi, like this archive of letters-to-the-editor from a very opinionated newspaper reader. From the cultured minds behind Wesley Willis Art, and much like its sister site, it rocks Saddam Hussein’s ass to Russia.
A page of dialogue snippets spoken by Soundwave on the Transformers cartoon show.
News URLs I compiled over the course of the week but was unable to log:
I usually don’t do the news items if I can help it. If you are looking for news, I highly recommend Google News or its evil twin, Metafilter.
CBS’ exhaustive coverage — including “breaking news” styled breakins of local radio affiliates throughout the afternoon and prominent placement at the front of updates — of the announcement of Keeshan’s passing, earlier today, would seem a lot more sincere if it wasn’t CBS News doing the reporting. Sure, Captain Kangaroo made CBS his home for most of his TV career. However, it was CBS News who kicked him off the air in the, er, late-eighties-early-nineties1984, to create TV’s longest-running comedy, the “CBS-News-Produced Morning Broadcast.”