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September 9, 2008 - 3:54am

Ahem. I beg to differ…

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originally uploaded by senses working overtime.

Scans from a vintage children’s book, Kitten Twins, scanned into the flickr of senses working overtime who does a wonderfully entertaining holiday music blog which is called the same thing.

KITTENS!

Normally thingies like this don’t turn me on hard enough to put them on a page. Last.fm makes some pretty neat thingies though, and I like this one. It’s supposed to be a “quilt” of the albums I dig. I’m probably not gonna put it in the bones of my site, cause it doesn’t really fit anywhere good, and I’ve got to keep those ca$h generating (ha!) boxes “above the fold”. I don’t see anyway the Last.fm thingy can be monetized. ;-)

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Freedom to Tinker » Blog Archive » You Can Own an Integer Too — Get Yours Here

Because if you don’t claim it today, someday the entertainment and/or publishing industry might own it!

This is the foundation for my new childraising manifesto.

No, this IS my new childraising manifesto.

Nobody in New York Knows the Difference between At-Home and Outside Conversations

Yuppie kid: Mommy shaves her hoo-hoo!
Yuppie dad: Okay, honey. Look, do you want your book?
Yuppie kid: I came in the bathroom this morning and asked Mommy what she was doing and she said shaving her hoo-hoo. Mommy shaves her hoo-hoo!
Yuppie dad: Dylan, remember when we discussed at-home conversations and outside conversations?
Yuppie kid: Yes.
Yuppie dad: Well, this is an at-home conversation.
Yuppie kid: Okay, daddy. [Sings to herself quietly] Mommmyyy shaves her hoo-hooo…
Black lady: See, home conversating, outside conversating — that’s bullshit. My kid says shit like that, I smack him. He won’t say shit like that again.
Yuppie dad: Okay, thank you, but I think our method works just fine.
Yuppie kid: Lady, do you shave your hoo-hoo?
Black lady: Oh, yeah, that shit is workin’ just fine. She’s all kinds of polite.
Yuppie dad: Okay, Dylan, this is our stop.

–R train

Overheard by: SandmanEsq

Google:
Your search - shaved “hoo hoo” - did not match any documents.
Did you mean: shaved “woo hoo” ?

Useless Account

Vaginas vaginas . com is a really cool website you should not be afraid to visit because it … speaks VOLUMES about what you’ll find at a vaginas website on the internet.

Wack! The dates on things should be biger and kind of “nest outside” of items. Can you see why? Because of the way the Word Press groups things together under each particular day. I guess I could dig into some documentation about the WordPress “loop” or whatever, and maybe figure out how to do what I like to do which is each particular item gets a date/time stamp and nothing is clustered.

Clusters. BAH! The only clusters I like are the edible kind.

Um. I’ve been frustrated with my little CharBroil Patio Caddie, so I’m in the market for a new grill.

Please buy.

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originally uploaded by Quacky.

I couldn’t help smelling a certain resemblance when I was watching the Denver Audtions of American Idol last week. Not that my photoshoppery is anything close to Flawless. But. George W Bush / Nick McCord. Come on!

I’ve been doing lots of side work, or on-the-sly work, for this new 2nd job I’ve recently taken. That’s why I seem to be away. It promises to be a marvellous addition to my portfolio, and to my wallet. Nevertheless, I’m a little bit too busy to write about it.

The atomatic posting of my delicious links for yesterday worked okay. But it really highlights how UGLY the CSS is in here now. I really really dislike those red links. I’m just not really having time to fix it at the moment.

NB Hell will visit everyday in the form of those flaming red links that post, without my intervention, every night, not sure what time since I realize today that there are no timestamps on posts anymore, and THAT’s another annoying thing to fix.

No Need to Click Here - I’m just claiming my feed at Feedster feedster:d263710f86241d88993fe0dd82187682

the other day walking home from the bus and thinking about a project, i decided that the format for a slogan could always be like this: “combining the ______ of _______ with the _______ of ________”

Here’s what google says

• combining the flavors of India with the lyricism of French culinary tradition
• Combining the societal morals of The Scarlet Letter with the lyricism of The Red Tent
• combining the lyricism of Chinese scroll painting, with the loose expressiveness of nouvelle vague
• ombining the soft lyricism of Middle Eastern dance with the technical precision of classical tradition
• ombining the importance of letter writing with the importance of photography

what I really meant to say was “Combining the hell I dunno with the hell I dunno”

This guy over on Slate, who gets PAID to write such things I believe, does an article considering electric tea kettles. He picks a really awful looking unit called the Bodum Ibis, as the superior method for boiling water.

I have one lament: he pitted a single electric kettle against MANY other stovetop teapots. Okay, stack the deck, why don’t you? It would have been much more enlightening to have evaluated several different models of electric kettle alongside your one Bodum Ibis and all those expensive pots.

Idle carping, I know. But the guy gets PAID for this, and gets evaluation models of all these pots and kettles to boot, no doubt.

Where’s the fairness and impartiality we expect???

I’m reading this book about a guy on a boat. He’s stuck out in the middle of the Pacific on a boat with a Tiger. I think the manuscript must have been faxed to the printer. Here’s why, except for about 10% of the time, when the text refers to the rear part of the boat, the word ’stem’ is used. I mean, I think anyways. I always get confused about parts of boats, and now that I’m checking the Wikipedia, I find that ’stem’ is indeed a part of a boat, at the front.

Still. I think it’s a mistake every time I read it, and I never really can tell whether the guy is at the front of the back of the damn boat.

But … Who Really Cares…
a fun read, for spelling/punctuation/grammar nazis, or nazi’s. Some good things to read are linked therein.

Gosh now I’m sounding all grammarian. I should stop. I should stop at the parenthesis:

(I must admit, especially with blog writing, that it’s often fun to creatively break some of these rules.)

The Stranger’s Slog blog thingy reports on this rather interesting google: failure.

You get the official White House Biography of President George W. Bush.

There are or were a couple other single word google-ditorials like this one, but I can’t be bothered to remember exactly what they were.

All I know is, I can hardly think anymore without at least wondering what Google might say. So, there’s that then.

Boy, sometimes you don’t even need to photoshop something.

Man, lately I’ve totally been getting slammed by comment-spam. This usually just only mildly sucks, because they’re caught, and I get notified by email of that, and all’s I gotta do is delete the notification email, and bulk delete the comments. If they come in ones and twos I will glance at them to see what they’re trying to do.

However, the last few days, I’ve had to turn off the notification, because it makes my email bell ring like non-fucking-stop. Hundreds! All trapped, so fine… Except for these ones, which, while mass-posted in a very annoying fashion, I can’t exactly call them malicious or even that annoying … they’re just so mildly complimentary, and yet pointless, because I guess whoever was manning the spam-copter controls that night forgot to include the URL or whatever of the site or sites they’re supposed to have been promoting by SPAM.

So, me — given to sorting things and collecting things, and taking far too much time and attention to odd things that might normally bother people — I popped them into a spreadsheet, by way of some fancy jackknife text editing, and sorted them. I’ve added value to them, I figure. Have a look! They’re pretty nice to me!

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