Tuesday, December 30, 2008
12-27-08
"Obama, following through on his promise to bring change to Washington, quickly begins assembling an administration consisting of a diverse group of renegade outsiders, ranging all the way from lawyers who attended Ivy League schools and then worked in the Clinton administration to lawyers who attended entirely different Ivy league schools and then worked in the Clinton administration."
"More and more companies seek federal help, among them the troubled 'big three' auto makers, whose chief executives fly to Washington in three separate corporate jets to ask Congress for $25 billion, explaining that if they don't get the money, they will be unable to continue making cars that Americans are not buying."
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
12-22-08
Sunday, December 21, 2008
12-19-08
Doctor: What makes you say that?
Patient: Well, he's having kind of a pussy discharge from his penis and a burning sensation when he urinates.
Doctor: And what symptoms have you been having?
Patient: Well, I've had a sore throat...
-- Overheard in New York
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
12-12-08
Every year, some people we knew thoughtfully sent us a fruitcake that was approximately the same density as the Hoover Dam. And every year, my mom -- who was, take my word for it, the funniest person who ever lived -- would declare, in her brightest June Cleaver voice: "Look, Davey!''
(She called me Davey.) "The fruitcake has arrived!''
And I'd say: ''Hurrah! I hope we don't accidentally leave it in the kitchen doorway, like last year!'' Then I'd open the kitchen door and place the fruitcake on the sill.
''UH-oh!'' my mom would say. ''It's getting drafty! I had best close the kitchen door!'' And she'd give the door a mighty slam. Usually the first slam would barely dent the fruitcake, so my mom would give it a few more, the two of us cackling like maniacs. This is still one of my fondest Christmas memories."
-- Dave Barry
Thursday, December 11, 2008
12-8-08
I finally got a new mattress so I want to get rid of my old one. Its too heavy to carry downstairs so I was going to burn it right in the room. How do I prevent from the whole house burning down? I set it in the middle of the room and away from the walls and the walls are covered in foil. Should this be good enough?"
And of course, the expert answers. My favorite: "This is rather an odd question for the pregnancy section."
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
12-3-08
Authorities say a 17-year-old McCandless girl was shot in the groin on Feb. 27 at Timothy Madden's Perry Highway apartment.
The girl and the 23-year-old Madden were engaged in "bedroom activities" when the gun discharged, police said.
Details are graphic, but police said the incident involved a .45-caliber handgun with a condom on it, and the weapon somehow went off."
The full story.
Monday, December 01, 2008
12-1-08
"My saved search: Technical Writing
Title: Land Combat Electronic Missile System Repairer."
Yes, I do believe that's it, exactly.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
11-27-08
11-26-08
-- Elizabeth Wurtzel
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
11-22-08
Friday, November 21, 2008
11-21-08
From the Apple support forum. Read the expert replies here.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
11-19-08
"Toilets deserve better social status."
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 09, 2008
11-7-08
-- Carl Sagan
Saturday, November 08, 2008
11-6-08
Thursday, November 06, 2008
11-4-08
"The Democrats are the party that says government will make you smarter, taller, richer, and remove the crabgrass on your lawn. The Republicans are the party that says government doesn't work and then they get elected and prove it."
-- P.J. O'Rourke
Monday, November 03, 2008
11-2-08
Sunday, November 02, 2008
10-29-08
The "puzzle" part is okay, but...I think this is worse than tournament rock-paper-scissors.
10-27-08
HILARY: Who the HELL is this?
MCCAIN: It's cool, she's with me.
HILARY: No! No, it's not cool! Every time you bring one of your rodeo-queen girlfriends in here she ends up playing some succubus infiltrator and killing the whole party!
MCCAIN: Now, that is patently untrue.
BIDEN: He has a point. Cindy turned out to be a vampire.
There's much more.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
10-25-08
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
10-18-08
-- Niels Bohr
Saturday, October 18, 2008
10-16-08
''I was a little nervous about doing a movie based on a videogame because I grew up playing Pac-Man and Asteroids and there was no story there."
Holy. Shit.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
10-13-08
Sunday, October 12, 2008
10-11-08
The Hat Game is played in teams of three. Each player in a team has a red or blue hat placed on his head, determined at random, and can see his teammates' hats but not his own. With no communication, each player must guess the color of his hat, writing down "red," "blue," or "I don't know." If all three players write down "I don't know," the team loses. If one or more players guess incorrectly, the team loses. If at least one player writes down a color and all of the colors are correct, the team wins.
Teams are given time beforehand to develop a strategy. The strategy can be anything, for example, "If Bob sees that Alice has a red hat, he should write blue," or whatever. What strategy should you use to maximize your odds of winning?
10-10-08
A: Robin, get in the car.
This is my new favorite joke of all time.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
10-7-08
-- www.iusedtobelieve.com
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
10-3-08
Friday, October 03, 2008
10-2-08
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
9-29-08
-- Me, when I was 6.
Well, I still remember a little Russian, but I do like my pizza.
9-28-08
"Money can't buy you love, but love can bring you money. In software the only sustainable way to earn money is by first creating love, and then hoping that some folks want to demonstrate that love with their dollars.
The cheddary 'Free to Play' is not just a cheesy marketing slogan, but a shift in assumptions; it costs approaching nothing to give away some bits, or let people play Puzzle Pirates for free. Every player, free or paid, adds value to the community and excitement for other players. Free players are the content, context and society that encourages a small fraction of the audience to willingly pay more than enough to subsidize the rest.
'Not fair', the vendor of music or packaged software cries. Well, tough shit. Nobody added your business to the list of protected species, despite what your lobbyists and lawyers say. Find a business model that's actually appropriate to the 21st century."
-- Daniel James, at Penny ArcadeSunday, September 28, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
9-19-08
9-18-08
The best way to make money is still just to max intelligence, though.
9-16-08
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
9-8-08
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.
Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."
I saw the whole of Balimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.
-- Countée Cullen
Sunday, September 07, 2008
9-6-08
Phillipe: I'll meet you there, Father... even if I have to pick the lock.
This is a line by Matthew Broderick's character in the 1985 movie Ladyhawke. Awesome line. Shitty movie.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
8-30-08
8-26-08
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
8-25-08
Friend: Oh my god. What a loser!
-- Overheard in New York
Sunday, August 24, 2008
8-24-08
-- Descartes
8-23-08
- Yun-Seong has been turned into a gay pirate. This is not a joke.
- Ivy's boobs have gotten even bigger.
- All of the characters' eyes are now blood-rimmed, as though they'd just been snorting coke. With their eyes.
- Cervantes has a beard. He is actually now the hottest character in the game.
The excellent story mode of Soul Calibur 2 is apparently a relic of the past, as the designers seem to have spent most of their time pandering to repressed teenagers by making all of the characters hotter (see "Cervantes" and "beard," above) and giving them bigger boobs if at all possible, and by making it trivial to unlock every single character within .5 seconds of inserting the disc.
True to the spirit of the shitfest that was Soul Calibur 3, a bunch of new features have been added that add nothing whatsoever to gameplay, such as an "equipment destruction" system which is really just an excuse to transform the characters' already revealing clothing into even more revealing clothing as the battle progresses. Men lose their shirts and fight barechested. Women are much better about keeping their shirts on, but all of their clothing becomes tattered and jagged as large strips of it are ripped off. I wonder how many repressed teenagers will subtly throw matches with female characters in an effort to see how much ass they can glimpse. (Answer: quite a lot, and I recommend Sophitia.)
Also in line with Soul Calibur 3, everybody's still a bit slower than they were in Soul Calibur 2. This means you can usually attack into a blocking opponent and still have time to block their counterattack, making combat a tedious block-centric affair where the only way to deal damage is to hope that your opponent does an attack at the same time you do and that your attack randomly supersedes theirs. To be fair, there is now a "soul gauge" that eventually flashes red if you block too much, at which point the next attack from your opponent will pierce your block and send you into a state of "soul crush." But the inclusion of this feature is essentially an admission on the part of the developers that Soul Calibur 3 was a piece of shit, because Soul Calibur 2 was perfectly fine without any such shenanigans. Moreover, the soul gauge recharges so quickly that the threat of soul crush is rarely relevant. Things like this make me wonder why game designers are so reluctant to, you know, keep doing what works.
Also in line with Soul Calibur 3, characters perform fewer moves than they did in Soul Calibur 2. In 2, pretty much any button combination + direction resulted in a different move. In 3 and 4, many of the combinations are either redundant or do nothing whatsoever. For a game that's (let's face it) resolved primarily by button mashing -- or, okay, intelligent button mashing -- the dramatic decrease in combat variety continues to be disappointing.
So in short, if you're wondering, "Have they found a way to make a Soul Calibur game that isn't strictly worse than Soul Calibur 2?", the answer is still no.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
8-21-08
Today, though -- I don't think I can ever come to terms with what happened today. My entire class didn't know "tome." Tome! As in, a common synonym for "book." Is this not as common as I think it is?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
8-17-08
8-15-08
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
8-5-08
Saturday, August 02, 2008
7-31-08
Now, the original Geometry Wars was the best Live Arcade game of all time -- really, the only good game -- so naturally you'd expect the sequel to be a huge flaming pile of ass. But no. It is unbelievable. Imagine everything you ever loved about Geometry Wars. Then imagine it all doubled. Then imagine playing it multiplayer. I mean, jesus. If you own a 360, you either need to buy this game and play it, or buy a shotgun and shoot yourself in the face.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
7-27-08
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
7-19-08
7-16-08
Yeah, you know, I felt the need to say something, but just, ok.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
6-19-08
-- Indiana Jones 4 abridged script
Saturday, June 14, 2008
6-14-08
Shake, point and blast is all you do!
Make a better breakfast faster --
Batter Blaster!"
Yes, because mixing stuff with water just isn't fast or easy enough.
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Baseball players play every day.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Friday, June 06, 2008
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
5-30-08
"The true cause of the couple's infertility is revealed in a letter written by Marie-Antoinette's brother, Joseph II, to another brother, Leopold II...the problem was that when the King and Queen slept together, 'he introduces the member, stays there without moving for about two minutes, withdraws without ejaculating but still erect, and bids goodnight.'"
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
5-15-08
maff: I heard when you start the engine cinnamon rolls come out
maff: with frosting and everything
madthink: i need to get revenge in the worst way
maff: cinnamon rolls arent really revenge
Thursday, May 15, 2008
5-14-08
This is one of those moments when I need to refrain from providing a definition -- or even a link to the definition -- if I want to keep this blog rated R.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
5-11-08
-- Alice Roosevelt Longworth
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Monday, May 05, 2008
5-4-08
Sam: "What'd be really interesting is a superhero whose only power is that he's immune to the Grandfather Paradox."
Me: "Does this power actually let him travel back in time?"
Sam: "No. But all he has to do is find a way to go back in time and he'll be able to do really cool things."
Amanda: "I don't understand."
Sam: "Well, this superhero would be the only person in the world who could go back in time, kill his own grandfather, and not cease to exist or cause the universe to explode. What this really means is that he's immune to causality. You see, normally the Grandfather Paradox makes it impossible to go back in time and complete a mission, because if you succeed, then it eliminates need of going back in the first place; and if you fail, then what's the point of going back in time? But because he's immune to causality, it's actually possible for him to complete missions."
Amanda: "That doesn't make any sense. Wouldn't it still change everything?"
Sam: "No it wouldn't. Here, suppose I've got this power and I've gone back in time and killed Hitler. Ask me any question."
Amanda: "Okay. Did World War 2 ever happen?"
Sam: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Amanda: "Um. Was there a World War 2?"
Sam: "I don't understand what you're saying."
Amanda, me, and David: "..."
Sam: "You see? That's his power. He doesn't understand any of your questions."
Saturday, May 03, 2008
5-3-08
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
4-20-08
Schoolgirl #2: Cud, you dumbass! Cows don't chew cunt.
Overheard in New York.
4-16-08
Oh yes, the fact: free apartment internet sucks. I think I've done this one before.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
4-11-08
4-9-08
We played morceaux from the old German masters. We discussed philosophy and ethics. We flirted with graceful dignity. We were even humorous - in a high-class way.
Somebody recited a French poem after supper, and we said it was beautiful; and then a lady sang a sentimental ballad in Spanish, and it made one or two of us weep - it was so pathetic.
And then those two young men got up, and asked us if we had ever heard Herr Slossenn Boschen (who had just arrived, and was then down in the supper-room) sing his great German comic song.
None of us had heard it, that we could remember.
The young men said it was the funniest song that had ever been written, and that, if we liked, they would get Herr Slossenn Boschen, whom they knew very well, to sing it. They said it was so funny that, when Herr Slossenn Boschen had sung it once before the German Emperor, he (the German Emperor) had had to be carried off to bed.
They said nobody could sing it like Herr Slossenn Boschen; he was so intensely serious all through it that you might fancy he was reciting a tragedy, and that, of course, made it all the funnier. They said he never once suggested by his tone or manner that he was singing anything funny - that would spoil it. It was his air of seriousness, almost of pathos, that made it so irresistibly amusing.
We said we yearned to hear it, that we wanted a good laugh; and they went downstairs, and fetched Herr Slossenn Boschen.
He appeared to be quite pleased to sing it, for he came up at once, and sat down to the piano without another word.
"Oh, it will amuse you. You will laugh," whispered the two young men, as they passed through the room, and took up an unobtrusive position behind the Professor's back.
Herr Slossenn Boschen accompanied himself. The prelude did not suggest a comic song exactly. It was a weird, soulful air. It quite made one's flesh creep; but we murmured to one another that it was the German method, and prepared to enjoy it.
I don't understand German myself. I learned it at school, but forgot every word of it two years after I had left, and have felt much better ever since. Still, I did not want the people there to guess my ignorance; so I hit upon what I thought to be rather a good idea. I kept my eye on the two young students, and followed them. When they tittered, I tittered; when they roared, I roared; and I also threw in a little snigger all by myself now and then, as if I had seen a bit of humour that had escaped the others. I considered this particularly artful on my part.
I noticed, as the song progressed, that a good many other people seemed to have their eye fixed on the two young men, as well as myself. These other people also tittered when the young men tittered, and roared when the young men roared; and, as the two young men tittered and roared and exploded with laughter pretty continuously all through the song, it went exceedingly well.
And yet that German Professor did not seem happy. At first, when we began to laugh, the expression of his face was one of intense surprise, as if laughter were the very last thing he had expected to be greeted with. We thought this very funny: we said his earnest manner was half the humour. The slightest hint on his part that he knew how funny he was would have completely ruined it all. As we continued to laugh, his surprise gave way to an air of annoyance and indignation, and he scowled fiercely round upon us all (except upon the two young men who, being behind him, he could not see). That sent us into convulsions. We told each other that it would be the death of us, this thing. The words alone, we said, were enough to send us into fits, but added to his mock seriousness - oh, it was too much!
In the last verse, he surpassed himself. He glowered round upon us with a look of such concentrated ferocity that, but for our being forewarned as to the German method of comic singing, we should have been nervous; and he threw such a wailing note of agony into the weird music that, if we had not known it was a funny song, we might have wept.
He finished amid a perfect shriek of laughter. We said it was the funniest thing we had ever heard in all our lives. We said how strange it was that, in the face of things like these, there should be a popular notion that the Germans hadn't any sense of humour. And we asked the Professor why he didn't translate the song into English, so that the common people could understand it, and hear what a real comic song was like.
Then Herr Slossenn Boschen got up, and went on awful. He swore at us in German (which I should judge to be a singularly effective language for that purpose), and he danced, and shook his fists, and called us all the English he knew. He said he had never been so insulted in all his life.
It appeared that the song was not a comic song at all. It was about a young girl who lived in the Hartz Mountains, and who had given up her life to save her lover's soul; and he died, and met her spirit in the air; and then, in the last verse, he jilted her spirit, and went on with another spirit - I'm not quite sure of the details, but it was something very sad, I know. Herr Boschen said he had sung it once before the German Emperor, and he (the German Emperor) had sobbed like a little child. He (Herr Boschen) said it was generally acknowledged to be one of the most tragic and pathetic songs in the German language.
It was a trying situation for us - very trying. There seemed to be no answer. We looked around for the two young men who had done this thing, but they had left the house in an unostentatious manner immediately after the end of the song.
That was the end of that party. I never saw a party break up so quietly, and with so little fuss. We never said good-night even to one another. We came downstairs one at a time, walking softly, and keeping the shady side. We asked the servant for our hats and coats in whispers, and opened the door for ourselves, and slipped out, and got round the corner quickly, avoiding each other as much as possible.
I have never taken much interest in German songs since then."
-- Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men In a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog)
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
4-8-08
The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
4-6-08
"Anal bleaching is the practice of bleaching the pigmentation of the skin of light-skinned people around the anus. It is used for cosmetic purposes."
There are so many things in those two sentences that I don't understand.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
3-26-08
The article (compliments of Marina) is utter bullshit, but it's worth it for the title.
In the words of Lila: "That researcher was right about one thing: he is incompetent."
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
3-17-08
Yeah, I don't know what the hell is up with Snapple lids these days, either.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
3-13-08
rickroll (v) -- to present someone with a hyperlink that points to this video, yet claim that it points to some other, infinitely more interesting, thing.
For example: Scarlett Johansson finally shows her boobs!
3-12-08
— Publilius Syrus, Roman slave, first century B.C.
Monday, March 10, 2008
3-10-08
"Weenus Chumkamnerd, 52, put his gun to the head of a respected female doctor and seven of her guests as they partied at her home in Songkhla Province, South Thailand.
He said he was so furious with their awful singing that he did not notice he had murdered his own brother-in-law.
'I warned these people about their noisy karaoke parties. I said if they carried on I would go down and shoot them.'"John Denver karaoke sparks Thai killing spree.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
3-9-08
Me: "Nah, it's not going to take an hour to get there."
Dave: "Um..."
Wish somebody had told me about daylight fucking savings time.
3-7-08
I chose the girl. She chose my best friend. But by then all my D&D stuff was ashes in the trash burner."
Favorite Dungeons and Dragons Moments.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
2-28-08
2-26-08
A perfect world.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
2-20-08
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
2-19-08
Q: What's Michael Jackson's favorite steak?
A: Prime crib.
2-17-08
Saturday, February 16, 2008
2-14-08
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Friday, February 01, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
1-14-08
-- James Harvey Robinson
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
1-10-08
"It's, like, one of them drug dealer boats," Vic says, looking through his magic sight. "Five guys on it. Headed our way." He fires another round. "Correction. Four guys on it." Boom. "Correction, they're not headed our way anymore." Boom. A fireball erupts from the ocean two hundred feet away. "Correction. No boat."
-- Snow Crash
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Neal Stephenson popularized the term "avatar."