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Thursday, January 26th, 2006

Blatenly stolen from Jimmy: vs

With a wave of the hand, 100,000 protestors as if they never existed.

This does make wonder, however. Google has said they don’t hand-tune their results and rely exclusively on algorithms, hence the persistance of google-bombs like miserable failure, Jew, and waffles.

If that is the case, surely some google bombs could be arrange by the rest of world to leak things through to the people of China?

Thieves Get Thirsty Too

Thursday, January 26th, 2006

Some asshole broke into my Jeep Wrangler this morning.

After getting ready for work, walking to driveway, I saw my Jeep blanket, one I usually keep in the back, tangled in some of the bushes. I opened the passanger door to throw it in the back, and noticed the 12 pack of Diet Sprite I couldn’t carry in last night was on the car seat, ripped open with a few cans missing. That’s when I looked around and saw the contents of the glove box where now on the floor, the sun-visors where flipped down, the ashtray open, and, damnit, my GPS was gone. Further investigation revealed they took my book of CDs (mostly burned copies — a few originals, but those I had already ripped), and some loose change/dollar bills I used to keep in the ashtray to give to homeless people.

The only thing I really feel bad about is the GPS. If you own a Jeep, you own a car where the only thing stopping a criminal from getting into your car is some velcro and a couple of zippers. And that’s assuming you have the top up. You have to expect that you’re going to get broken into and just not leave anything you don’t want to lose in the car.

When I first got my Wrangler, I considered getting a car-alarm, in particular one with an internal motion detector, for when I had the top down. The general advice on the Jeep message boards was not to bother — not with the motion sensor or an alarm at all. In fact, it was recommended not to even lock your glove box or other storage space. The reason being you usually only have cheap just in there, like CDs. And what’s worse, losing $40 dollars in CDs or losing $40 in CDs *AND* paying $200 to repair the damage to the lock some asshole did just to see if, by chance, you had left the Hope Diamond in your car overnight.

Which is why I feel dumb about the GPS. After 3 years, I got lazy and just started leaving it in the car. Oh, I’d unplug it, and put it out of sight, but it was still dumb. It’s an older model, so I can’t see them getting more than $100 for it. Actually, I just checked on Ebay, and it looks like the model I had was going for $50 (and that’s with the software to load the maps, which requires a registration key they don’t have).

All in all, not much lost. I can’t see burned CDs going for anything. A used CD case, is what a few dollars? Soda goes for 3.33 for a 12 pack at Ralphs, so $.56 for the two cans. Add all that with the loose change and the GPS, and their whole take was probably, what, $60? Does $60 even get you much in the way of crack-cocaine?

Apparently they had 2nd thoughts about my Jeep blanket. And who the fuck steals Diet Sprite? Fuckers.

Things I Didn’t Know

Wednesday, January 25th, 2006

Where was the birthplace of Christian Fundamentalism?





Answer below the fold.


Thursday, January 19th, 2006

“Intelligent design” not science: Vatican paper

All Your Sean Penn Gmails are Belong to Me

Tuesday, January 17th, 2006

In the most recent edition of the Onion, Sean Penn Demands To Know What Asshole Took SeanPenn@ The article relates how he tried several variations, such as SeanPennRules, SeanPenn81760, and SeanPennActor, before being “finally forced to accept the abomination that is Sean.Penn20061.”

Of course, when reading the article, the first thing a nerd wonder is are all those address already taken?

At the very least, you would figure the editors of The Onion would register so they could see what people email to them, just for shits & giggles.

It turns out that’s not the case and that many of the are open! Or, rather, at least they were.

I am now the proud owner of:

Oddly, SeanPeanActor wasn’t available. The only explanation I can think of is another geek racing me for names at the same time. That, or, you know, the real Sean Penn.

Further Proof Sprint is the Work of the Devil

Friday, January 13th, 2006

Even someone who hates Sprint as much was suprised by how fuckerly they can be:

A vehicle is carjacked with a baby 10 months old. The father has left his Sprint cell phone in the car. The local authorities contact Sprint, who informs that while, yes, they can and have located the phone (and thus the car), they’re not going to give them the information unless they first pay a $25 fee.

I guess I shouldn’t feel so bad I didn’t get a coupon.

Not only does Sprint not care about you, their customer, but the value they place on your loved ones is, oh, about $25.

Best. Blonde. Joke. Ever.

Friday, January 13th, 2006

The World’s Great Blonde Joke.

Crap MAME Cabinets

Tuesday, January 10th, 2006

This is some of the funniest ranting I’ve seen in a long time.

Xbox Registration Stupidness

Friday, January 6th, 2006

Sometimes I really wonder who makes decisions in a big company, how they got to that position, and why they haven’t been fired yet.

The most recent example of this: to view an Xbox 360 profile — that is, simple look at one — a single damn webpage — you have to go through a 20-30 screen registration process, selecting your own ID, giving your name & address, your email address, your phone number (that’s required!), how often you game, what other systems you own, what games you like, etc. etc. etc.

All this if you don’t have a 360, don’t play live, or really just want to look at your brother’s profile. You still have to do it.

Oh yeah, you need a passport account that you have to log into too.

I realize this helps drive up “membership numbers” and artificially makes the size of the network look more impressive, but it’s just stupid. It gives the impression that Microsoft doesn’t really care about users or at the very least, puts them second.

And they wonder why people don’t trust them? Go figure.