Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Penny-Arcade is my hero

WGAL just ran a segment on violent video games.

I'm very angry, and I know I won't be able to articulate all my points through text.

The reporter talks with two "criminals," who are backlit and whose names we do not learn. They say what you would expect -- violence in videogames doesn't make them want to go out into the real world and commit crimes, and while they play "violent" games (like GTA), it's a stress-reliever, and they aren't "desensitized."

But we can't stop there, there's no story! What do these kids know? They're criminals! Let's go ask this professor at Maryland, whose press release probably prompted this stupid story.

She, of course, believes videogames are the devil, and even goes so far as to say "I'm shocked at their (the kids previously interviewed) naïveté." What the heck??

So all in all, the segment was horribly biased, utterly false, sensationalistic and full of FUD.

Videogames do not cause violence! "Violent videogames" do not cause violence! Good lord! As a videogame player, I'm severely pissed. And guess what? It's a whole darn-tootin' serial! That's right. Tune in tomorrow night to WGAL for part two: tips for parents. You don't want you kid to grow up into Charles Manson, do you? Then you better watch TV and ban your child from that godless heathen, Mario.

For the copy of the segment, navigate here.

It's people like you, WGAL, who feed Jack Thompson's insatiable appetite for idiocy.

Weekend thoughts

Three-day weekends are great, but they leave me not wanting to go back into work Tuesday. I think it's a residual lust for semester breaks and state-mandated holidays.

Does anyone else think the region map in the upper left corner of the BBC's Web site looks like a swastika? I mean, it's pretty close. I'm not making this stuff up.

The Oscars were 3 hours long this year, and began a half-hour late. That means they went until 12:30 a.m. Monday morning. Part of this has to do with the million montages they showed everyone. Enough! No one cares what "Michael Mann's view of America through film" look like. Boo, Academy. And allowing him to end his heart-string plucking pukefest with a gratuitous shot of James Brown (who, by the way, is still rotting above ground. Go figure) followed by an American flag blowing in the wind. Shame on you.

I need new windshield wipers. On one side, the plastic wiper has physically separated from the metal band which attaches to the actual wiper arm. The other one leaves one section completely unwiped, suspiciously, this is the section between my line of sight and the traffic through which I'm navigating.

Safari has been crashing a lot lately. Every time I try to look at jeans on Gap.com it crashes, and when I was at Kutztown I couldn't get on the Web site to enter "borrowed" login information.

Also, coming back from a weekend trip, or something of the like, always leaves the apartment in such disarray. I have to put away the laundry on the drying rack, do my dirty laundry, make the bed, fix the cable (which, since I installed my new router, is waaaay too long), put the dishes away, do the dirty dishes, clean up the living room, bind the newspapers for recycling and clean up the "office."

I bought new jeans at the Gap. They seem short to me, although they're 34s. I think my huge ass is to blame.

It's warm again. Snow is melting and it's transforming back into pseudowinter.

Studio 60 is on hiatus? Crap!

I found a 250GB LaCie Porsche HDD refurbished on LaCie's Web site the other day for $80. It's quite a deal, and I'm probably going to snag it and use it as a media NAS drive, for storing all the TV shows I will eventually be able to digitally record.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Even Bullwinkle hated it

I just stumbled across a story about Wilkes University switching completely to Macs.

While this makes me want to apply, just to be in a 100%-Mac environment, I just can't think of what would happen to me if I moved to Wilkes-Barre, or as I call it, Scranton's red-light district.

It begins

What I've been waiting for for ten years: the downfall of Thomas A. Edison and his stupid "invention" and his stupid state and his stupid dead stupid stupid.

California's banning incandescent bulbs, and, not to be outdone, all of Australia is following suit.

Goodbye, Mr. Edison. And take your inefficient, bastard creation with you. Good riddance!

Hello, CFL, aren't you a saucy little minx. RrrrrrrRRRrr.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Two out of four isn't bad... Oh wait, yes it is

I think E! has secretly taken over MSNBC.

Because, seriously, there's no other reason for all this attention paid to Anna Nicole Smith and Britney Spears. MSNBC has been running live coverage of that farce of a trial, and now the trial's over, they're having "Anna Nicole: The Drama" on tonight, with headlines like "strange trial" and "bizarre something."

Give it up. Right now, they're going to live coverage of "Breaking News: Battle for Anna Nicole's Baby RIGHT NOW in Florida."

Good lord. Yesterday, at one point, there was a split screen of the Anna Nicole Smith trial and some Paparrazo on a motorbike following a limosine with "Britney Emergency Custody Hearing" as the headline.

As Joe said, that's two of the four horsemen right there.

It's sad to think of all the real news MSNBC's neglecting to bring us this jetsam. Of course, they might argue, they aren't passing over any "other news," they can always split screen the important stuff.

Hooray! That means 80% of the screen will be lawyers and a clown-faced Anna Nicole Smith, and 20% will be the weird smoke coming from some Miami beach. But I'm sure a trial over where to put a corpse is much more newsworthy.

Did I mention they gave the corpse to its four-month-old daughter? Go judge.

And does anyone else realize how much crap is going on in Hollywood, Fla. nowadays? I meann first Anna Nicole Smith drops dead there, then there's this rampant U-Haul chase, and now yesterday there was another police chase. Seriously, folks, what's going on down there in Florida?

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Real-life replicators

Oh my God, Stargate is becoming real...

These robot components can find their way back to one another, and reform whatever it was they were.

It's as if the T-1000 is only years away.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

F A T :(

I'm not Catholic. Nor am I particularly devout to any creed or denomination of the Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Hindi or Buddhist faiths.

But that's a very long point to make, and one to which I think I will rise at a later date.

The point is, I'm giving up junk food for Lent.

When I moved to McSherrystown, I weighed 265/270. I had gained back most, if not all, of the weight I lost my freshman year at Ship. I was fat again, and it was very disappointing.

Well, working 7-3 five days a week at Clarks, and biking 10 miles every day after work (and eating healthy) quickly dropped my weight back to 215. Since winter, though, I haven't exercised. And, to my dismay, I've begun to eat too much of the wrong things again.

I used to not drink soda, or any juice that had HFCS for that matter. Now I get a soda from the vending machine whenever I want. I snack on things other than apples and Twizzlers (which are surprisingly healty).

Enough. I've gained about 6 pounds back, and I'm not letting this get out of hand again. While I probably won't go running, unless it continues to warm up, I can eat healthy.

I stopped getting apples because they were out of season, but I'm just going to have to suck it up and buy Wal-Mart apples. I stopped drinking Juicy Juice exclusively (yes, I drink Juicy Juice. It's 100 percent juice, which means no HFCS) because Wal-Mart doesn't carry the larger sizes. Actually, when I first moved here all I really drank was water. Lots of water. Maybe I'll do that. Swear off junk food, all juice and soda. But isn't juice healthy?

I have a membership at the local gym, but I have yet to go. Gyms have always made me anxious. It's sort of like PE in high school all over again. But I think I'll go.

Because for as much work as jogging for 45 minutes or biking for an hour and a half was, it was satisfying as well.

I can't wait until it's warmer and I can get out and jog again.

But for now, it's back to regimen. No soda. No Cheezits, no Ritz Bitz, no cheese and crackers. A turkey-and-cheese sandwich and an apple for lunch with water. And dinner. OJ for breakfast.

Does Tropicana have HFCS? Maybe I'll switch to Simply Orange. Because oranges don't naturally have HFCS, do they?

Maybe I'll start doing crunches in the morning, too. Although I doubt I have the will to get up early and do 50 crunches, then take a shower and get ready for work. But you never know.

So really it isn't for Lent, it's forever. We'll see how long that lasts.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Priest says he is Antichrist, and it's not a bad thing

Ummm...

I'm not sure blaspheming is the way to promote your faith, but... Well. O.K., I really have nothing on this, it's really too weird.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Yar, I be Seeing Something Pink and Yellow

Dead is another beautifully simple icon: the trefoil.

This radiation symbol has been used since 1946.

But no, says the IAEA. People are dumb, and don't know that the trefoil means danger, even though the public has seen it for 60 years. Their answer? Make an exponentially more complicated logo, meant to let anyone and everyone know they are in the presence of harmful ionizing rad.

To be fair, the trefoil was used to denote pretty much anything associated with radiation. E.g., public buildings used it to let people know they have bomb shelters. Well, at any rate I hope Delone Catholic does not have a radioactive basement.

I'm sure Paul Rand is rolling in his grave. While Rand had nothing to do with the trefoil's inception, he did promote clean, simple, universal logos.

Sure, the trefoil might not intimate what it's there for simply by looking at it. But damn, it was a lot cooler than a red triangle with a tiny trefoil, wavy lines, and a person running from a jolly roger.

In Soviet Russia, Building Colors You

Ha! Take this communism.

These buildings, in case you haven't seen this on one of the feeds you read (or don't read Russian), are old Soviet eyesores Ruskies south of Moscow decided to spruce up.

I've wandered through neighborhood of apartment buildings like these must have looked, in Prague. I can tell you, this is a marked improvement. Plus, you really don't need a mailing address.

E.g.,
Peikup Androypov
Za beeg cholorfool rheinboh beelding
Moscow S, Russia

Human Papylo-whatavirus?

This is ridiculous.

If there's a chance you daughter could get cancer, and you could prevent your daughter from getting cancer with a shot, wouldn't you make her get it?

But we wouldn't want to promote teen sex now would we. So let's let all the teens make their own decisions (because they always make the decisions their parents want them to make).

Can you be 100% sure they aren't having premarital sex? NO.

Yes, the vaccine isn't just go into the doctor, get a shot and go home. I think there's like three or four parts to the shot. and it probably hurts like hell.

And I hate needles.

But if I had a kid I would want her to get the vaccine.

I applaud Texas for trying to make the vaccine mandatory in public schools. It's one thing for which we as Americans can be proud of the revolving-door-to-Mey-hee-coh.

I hate people who blindly disagree with progressive technologies and science because it goes against what they interpret as the literal word of God. That's it, he said it. That's exactly how it was said and there's no changing it.

But that's sort of a different argument.

Perhaps we should make the teens decide? Well, let me tell you. I signed the Meningitis release instead of getting the shot in college because I'm afraid of needles. Teens aren't always the best decision makers, and while I never showered without sandals, infections and bacteria aren't exactly hard to pick up.

And I heard on NPR the other day some school is discontinuing giving Fluoride tablets every morning, because some parent complained?

What is this? It's isn't a communist plot! Fluoride is just good for you if you don't eat a pound of it. I forget why, but honestly, just look it up on Wikipedia.

Jeez people. You do know science makes lives better, right?

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Washington, D.C.

Caitlin and I went down to the district Monday. Found there's this thing called the National Arboretum, which is super-duper cool and no one seems to know about it. Walked around the Mall, visited the Museum of Natural History (Museum of American HIstory was closed), trucked it down to the WWII memorial.

Then we headed up (over?) to Georgetown for dinner.

All in all, a good day off. Except the part about me forgetting to tell the ME I was taking off Monday. That wasn't so cool. But it's all good.

Also, drivers be warned: streets in D.C. suddenly change into other streets that run in completely opposite directions without notice. I think it has something to do with the diamond-layout. Stupid guy-who-designed-D.C. >.<

Anyway, tons of pics are up over at Flickr. Enjoy.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Update: Men in Black II Ends Badly

Yeah, so the movie might be funny, but the ending's horrible. Really horrible. They dropped the ball on that one.

So the Sequel Rule still applies, I suppose. I guess it's just one of those guilty pleasure movies

Sequels Aren't All Bad

You know, I hate sequels. But as I watch Men in Black II, I can't help but chuckle at, well, most of it.

It's not a bad movie. Largely, I assume, because of Barry Sonnenfeld.

I saw him on the Tonight Show once, he was hilarious. I was impressed. May it was the Late Show...

Now, as with the original Men in Black, there is some camp. But the original was very funny, too, and I suspect the film was written and directed with the best intentions to the original comics.

While the first film has more of that thing I hate (comics playing themselves in films, e.g., Will Smith going off on Will Smith "I'm cooler than thou, yo" tangents), Men in Black II has a more toned-down Smith. Funnier. You can tell he's had a chance to stretch his acting legs since the first movie.

Patrick Warburton is in it, too. And while it isn't a big role, it's classic Warburton.

Anyway, as much as I hate to say it, check out Men in Black II if you're ever bored and wandering around Blockbuster. Or whenever Sony makes nice with Apple and puts Columbia's library on iTunes.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Money Makes Feet Happy

So "the producers of Happy Feet" are really whoring their little mangled love-child out, aren't they?

I mean, everywhere I look I see those damned dancing penguins selling something else. Comcast Video on Demand, some FluFACTS.com Web site, and there's another one that escapes me presently.

It's annoying. If I were to even have thought of seeing the movie, I wouldn't now.

Sure, cutting a CG movie for product placement has to be the easiest thing in the book: just code a little more and boom!, you have your ad. But come on, people. A little decorum. Not everything is salable!

Apparently the American public disagrees with me, though.

T-Mobile rulex0r!!!1

T-Mobile's so cool.

I mean seriously, I'm really agnsting over this move to Cingular. It makes it better that I don't have to transition until June, or whenever the iPhone comes out.

And that's the single reason why. And don't try to talk me out of it. I've read all the articles, the "buyers beware," the "eight reasons to think before you buy an iPhone," everything.

Sure, rumor has it once Cingular is truly consolidated with the rest of the AT&T empire, AT&T customers will be able to call one another free, regardless of whether it's from a cell phone/landline to a landline/cell phone.

But Apple's decision to partner with what many people refer to as the bane of their existence broke my heart.

For instance. I get 600 anytime minutes, 400 text messages, unlimited Web access (via GPRS :( ) and nights and weekends free for $50, which boils down to a $60/month bill after you add taxes and fees.

I called T-Mobile service last night to see when exactly my contact was up, because it may have been time to switch. Which would have created more of a headache, because technically I would have been a Cingular (AT&T?) customer for four months prior to the iPhone's release, and would they let me upgrade a standing contract? Conversely, if I went with T-Mobile to go or Cingular Go-Phone, would I be able to keep my current number?

Anyway, the service rep (who was slightly out of the mobile phone loop, constantly referring to some new phones as "so awesome" to try and keep me at T-Mobile) said that my contract runs out Feb. 14, but that if I chose not to renew it, my service would stay exactly the same, same price, but it would be a month-to-month deal. Perfect.

Plus, she informed me, if I were to stay with T-Mobile, their current rates have my price with a 1,000 minute per month plan.

It's really just a nice company, down to its voicemail. Cingular's voicemail always took too long, they added crap after you were done talking. Like "press 5 to leave a callback number, press 9 when you are done, press 1 to leave a message, or stay on the line," which added like 40 seconds to an already long message. I hope they do away with that shit.

T-Mobile's voicemail is just clean, neat, and helpful. Even the back end of it. The end I hear when I call to check. It's just better.

Sad face.

So for now I stick with my beloved German company, the last real hope of globalization of the U.S. mobile phone market. The J.D. Power-favorite, and signer of Catharine Zeta-Jones' paychecks. If only Apple could have convinced you, too, to put blind faith in them.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

But

Check out this New York Times slideshow spotlighting a day in the life of (Microsoft CEO) Steve Ballmer.

I hate Microsoft, as you're all (all two of you who read BN) well aware. And most, if not all, of their recent comments about Macs has done nothing but fuel those flames.

Therefore I thought maybe I was prejudiced against the slideshow. Upon further review, however, I couldn't help but notice the second picture (linked above).

In this picture, Ballmer is seated at his computer in what The Times refers to as a "decidedly low-key office."

But the the caption goes on, saying "but he uses an Excel spreadsheet to track his calendar."

OK, maybe there's some elitist, pretentious use of the term "calendar" of which I am unaware, I accept that, but the conjunction?

BUT?

BUT he uses an Excel spreadsheet to track his calendar? How does that qualify the previous phrase, NYT?

Allow me to repeat the caption in full: "Mr. Ballmer may have a decidedly low-key office, , but he uses an Excel spreadsheet to track his calendar."

As if using one of his own products allows him to have such a small office -- something for which any other CEO would be instantly fired??

COME ON.

Jeers to The Times. Jeers all the way back to the Web-editing software you use, code monkey.

(Should The Times fix the error, I've printed a PDF copy, so we can all sit and laugh at both the incorrect grammar and the roly-poly CEO-of-doom. May he die a fiery death for delivering -- once again -- a substandard product, and attempting to market it not only as better than OS X, but encouraging his boss, BIll Gates, to blatantly lie about pretty much everything concerning the Mac, Steve Jobs, OS X, Unix aaand Vista.)

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Sabbaticals

I want to go to Wales. See the Sea of Man. And Ireland. I'd love to just go live in Ireland for like five years. And Cornwall. I suppose I should go see Scotland, too, just to be fair.

The next time I go to the UK, I'm not going to spend the entire time in London. Don't get me wrong, London is awesome. I wish I could spend months there. But there's so many other places over there I'd want to see.

I really kick myself for not taking French in high school and college. Actually I partially blame the US Dept. of Education. If schools just taught kids languages in Elementary School, we'd all be trilingual by now. That's my goal: To speak French and Spanish. I would also love to learn Dutch, but it's not as important. It's an unrealistic goal, though. I know it, you know it and the American people know it.

Oh well.

But the UK and Ireland. Hoo-boy. That and I desperately want to see Switzerland. Austria wouldn't be bad, either. I'd like to see Vienna, the easternmost extent of the Ottoman Empire. And Salzburg, too.

But the Alps. Man. Can you imagine? A mountain range so universal, so old, it's name is only four letters. I was watching The Sound of Music the other day with Caitlin, and as much as it is a 1960s musical, the views are breathtaking.

One more reason I'm going to be a professor: sabbaticals.

Snow? What's that?

So it took until Feb. 7. Until the second week in the second-to-last full month before spring.

But it finally snowed! Pictures on Flickr later today.

And not just a dusting, like I was expecting, but a good inch or two! I had to brush off my car this morning! Not scrape, brush!. Nice fluffy, white SNOW. The stuff from my childhood.

Bonus: It's going to stay this cold for at least two weeks, which means the damned winter sun won't melt it all (I hope). Driving to work this morning really reminded me of home. The roads in McSherrystown were plowed -- in the sense that the plow scraped the snow down into a finely packed sheet. It looked like winter. It felt like winter, too. It wasn't so cold your chest hurts before you can get from the car to the apartment building, it wasn't so cold your ears throbbed. It was cold enough for snow, but warm enough for sledding, or skiing, or walking around town.

I was forgetting how much I loved winter, because the past couple years have been very "dry" in the sense we didn't have a lot of snow, and "wet" in the sense it freaking rained all the damn time.

But now winter is back. An early St. Valentine's Day present. Thank you, Mother Nature, and I didn't get you anything. (Unless you count the hard-core recycling, obsessive use of CFLs, and general hippy-ness.)

I'm looking forward to visiting Annapolis when we get the chance, possible in a couple weeks. Lisa lives there, and while I remember briefly stopping by when I went to D.C. with the Boy Scouts, I'm excited to see the place again. It should be really fun. I think all I saw when I was there before was the academy.

I'm also looking forward to our long overdue trip to Washington. It is, by far, my favorite city. It's a big city, but it has that distinctive colonial feel. I don't know if it's my memories of going there as a Cub Scout and having one hell of a time, or my subsequent four trips, but I love it. I would love to live outside D.C., maybe work in a suburb paper. But that's a ways away. For now, I'd be content with visiting it often, as I live about an hour and a half away.

Either way, now that winter's really here, I feel relieved. As if I were holding my breath or something, and when I woke up this morning, looked outside and saw the snow, I let it out in a big sigh.

I'm excited, the kind of excited you get as a kid when they call a snow day, and you get to romp around the house, sled, drink hot cocoa and watch movies with your family. I don't romp anymore, and there's no place to sled around my apartment, but I think I might want to make some hot cocoa tonight, and watch a movie. Well, until 10 p.m. Then Lost returns, and Caitlin and I will be watching that. It's really too bad CBS put CSI: NY up against Lost. Although I suppose it's worked out for the better since Lost has been on hiatus since like September. For CSI: NY's better. And Gary Sinise. I like him. It's sad he's stuck on a show I don't see lasting two more seasons.

Oh hey, check out FON. it's a pretty cool little international Wi-Fi community. If you're one of the first 10,000 Americans to sign up, you'll get a free FON router instead of paying $30 for it (link via a Boing Boing post).

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Bags

I have a bag obsession. I own six backpacks, four shoulder bags, and I'm still not satisfied.

Among my shoulder-bag harem are a prized LL Bean messenger bag, LL Bean Big Easy, Domke Journalist Satchel and my classic, worn in, perfect Duluth Pack Carry-On. I say "prized" LL Bean messenger because it was the first messenger I owned, back in 1998/1999, when no one wore shoulder bags.

I saved up my money, and bought the bag in December. It was perfect. Then my school outlawed backpacks, in response to some fear people would carry guns in them -- even though countless masses pointed out you could fit a gun in a purse, no matter how small you made the size requirement (I believe it was 12 inches by 12 inches by 6 inches, which is still large enough to pack an Uzi, I'm sure). I suppose their rationality was you could fit a less-damaging gun in a purse. Go logic.

Anyway, after that I think my senior year I bought an LL Bean Big Easy, because it had the attractive quality of converting from backpack to shoulder bag. And it had a lower compartment for shoes. This was OK, but eventually proved not as good as the ol' messenger, which I gave up because the clasps had broken. Little did I know Gander Mountain offered replacements.

Freshman year of college I again wanted an update to my bag situation, and cycled through a revamped LL Bean messenger bag, which I gave to Lee, an Atlas Snow Shoe Day Pack, which proved just too small for hauling my books around, before settling in to my Duluth Pack Deluxe Carry-On. That lasted me the rest of college, on and off (I would switch between it and backpacks, depending on how heavy my load was, and where I lived. E.g., When I lived on King Street and walked 15 minutes to campus every morning and afternoon (and some lunch breaks), I wore a backpack).

Sophomore year I bought a The North Face Recon, because I needed something to take with me on bike rides. The Recon was perfect, as it was designed for bikers, with a mesh basket of sorts to hold your helmet when you weren't wearing it. I also bought a The North Face Terra 35 to use for groceries and laundry and an all around cargo bag -- I used to bike to the grocery store sophomore and junior year.

Then I bought a The North Face Recon II, because they had updated many of the features I found problematic in the Recon. I used that senior year, and still now, as an every day backpack, and when I bike on long, long trips.

For our trip to England, I knew I needed a bigger bag to carry around London, so I looked into the Big Shot from The North Face, and Kelty's Redwing. In retrospect, I should have gone with the Big Shot, because the Redwing just proved to be too big for what I needed it, but on the plus size, I didn't have a bag that size, and now I do.

And I bought a Domke Journalist's Satchel as a sort of present to myself for actually graduating college in four years. I figure it would make a great bag to carry with me to and from work, and to anything like fires or accidents I would have to go cover. I've been using that bag for just that for four months now, and it's really too small for what I need. It works wonders as a journalist's bag, but it's a satchel, and not large enough to throw a bottle of water and sandwich in in the morning.

Over the summer, I bought a Big Shot, which is more suited to someone my height. I haven't used it much, but I can see it easily replacing the Recon II for when I pack a bag for a trip home or to visit friends. It's just got the capacity I need to pack clothing. The downside of being 220, 6-4 is your clothes are physically bigger, and take up more space.

Now, I'm looking at a TImbuk2 Commute to replace my Domke bag. It has a built-in laptop sleeve, and is larger than the Domke, but small enough it doesn't look like I'm living out of my bag and bringing a steamer trunk to work every day.

Although I have noticed I'm the only one who brings a bag to work, which kind of embarasses me. But I need everything in it. And I need more space, like for my sandwich and bottle of water.

Sigh, I guess I'm the only weirdo that likes bags.

Oh, plus, all the bags I mentioned above except for the Big Shot, Domke and Duluth Pack, are Russian-dolled inside the Terra 35. Thought I'd throw that in there.

Monday, February 05, 2007

iChat? Psh. Hell no.

So I found out iChat supports Jabber now, which is one of many initial reasons I decided I needed to shop around for a new client (at first, Fire, and now Adium X).

Well, apparently like two weeks after I went with Fire, Jabber must have updated.

Anyway, so I thought I'd try out iChat, just to see.

Well after using Adium, iChat is just horrible. There's virtually no customizability. Your messages pop up in balloons. There's nothing you can do about that.

Adium, on the other hand, lets you customize pretty much every single thing you can think of. And it connects to everything but IRC. So I have Colloquy. It's also a great program.

Anyway, Adium is out of beta. If you run Mac, use it!

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Aqua Teen Hunger Force is Dumb

Nothing pisses me off like some kid acting like a complete douche bag just to try and illustrate what his dreadlocked brain has come to rationalize as a point.

A.) If you're going to talk to reporters, don't be an ass. Don't "give a press conference" if you're just going to disemminate the same stupid humor found on the idiotic show you obviously love so much

B.) Shouldn't your lawyer have stopped you?

C.) Seriously, Boston, come on. I expected better from you.

I hate that show.