This person’s personal ad on Austin craigslist didn’t turn out so good; it was flagged for removal within minutes. Emphasis mine:
I am looking for friendship leading to possible ltr. I love to go out and have fun with friends, I love the clots and UofL football
Look, lady, it’s OK to love triple cheeseburgers, but you’re not required to love the heart bypasses that come along with them.
LittleBigPlanet is a game so radically new that all attempts to describe it must fail. Words aren’t enough, because my eyes glaze over trying to understand the Wikipedia article. Even trailers aren’t enough, because the ones available on LittleBigPlanet’s official site are so surreal that I spent all my viewing energy figuring out how the images onscreen resembled a game.
Critics continue to stain their underwear in anticipation of a game I don’t think they understand beyond secondhand accounts. Until LittleBigPlanet gets in my hands—if LittleBigPlanet gets in my hands, if I ever pick up a PlayStation 3—the game will only have the one redeeming quality of OMG CUTE vouching for it.
I have more faith in the concept of a divine ‘random B-list celebrity generator’-thingy than in any theist religion. It would probably just be an SQL database on an old 286 PC tied by dialup modem to the huge server farm dedicated to every human’s fate. Clotho would be a good DBA.
I bring this up because you never know who’s waiting for you on a given day. At a co-worker’s birthday party on Saturday, I met the most unexpected person. She falls nicely between obscurity and petty fame: anyone who watches enough TV has seen her image, but no one would mention her if they tried listing every character of every show they’ve encountered.
Remember Pearl Forrester? Not by name, you don’t. Remember ‘that recurring lady on Mystery Science Theater 3000‘? Yeah, I met her as we sat on plastic porch furniture drinking booze. Words can’t describe how surreal it is to meet someone so random in such a random fashion.
I was walking by Austin’s Paramount Theatre a couple weeks ago. The lettering on their sign was unfortunate. Not nearly as dumb as other theatre mistakes, but still amusing:
Paramount, like many arthouse theatres, is pandering to a microscopic niche market: the group of people that know what they want but would rather they didn’t. ((If you’re totally lost, here’s a hint.))
Dinosaur Comics has a new competitor in postmodern weirdness. Not new new, exactly, but new to me. Thinkin’ Lincoln is a webcomic dedicated to the disembodied heads of various historical figures and their hastily drawn antics. Example here. Together with Dinosaur Comics, Thinkin’ Lincoln creates a subgenre of humour that’s 50% lazy artistry and 50% gags that shouldn’t work but do. These boys make postmodern a freakin’ verb:
I hadn’t heard of Gregor MacGregor until Dinosaur Comics postmoderned him.
White Ninja Comics and anything you find in the back page of the Daily Texan aren’t part of this group. Where’s the 50% funny?
The only thing worse than metal music is Iron Curtain metal. It would take zombie killing and boobies to make me listen to that crap. Actually, a music video with both exists, and is aesthetically amazing to boot. The author’s stated mission of reproducing propoganda posters succeeds gloriously. Glorious…like the revolution.
(Yes, I’m aware my post’s title is not in line with Western spelling. That’s how the band spells it, that’s how I spell it. Suck borscht.)
CakePHP is out of my life. For good.
After six weeks of microconfiguring .htaccess files and begging IRC’s #cakephp for help on inexplicably broken code, I had produced nothing of value. I am a patient man, but I expect some fruition from my studies. I am clearly not alone: my post about .htaccess files rocketed to the #2 spot on Google’s search for ‘htaccess cakephp’.
On Saturday morning I burned it all down, cleaned up the ashes, and started fresh with CodeIgniter, which has many similar qualities to CakePHP. Good news: it has a tiny footprint (one app is < 50kB) and no .htaccess files. Bad news: no AJAX helpers ((They’re working on it. In the meantime, do what I did and pick up jQuery.)), no templates, and CodeIgniter’s name makes inventing blog title gags nigh impossible. I’ll live.
To compare timeframes: In six weeks of study, I produced 10 lines of unjustifiably non-functioning code. In an hour and a half, I had CodeIgnite working with Eclipse (the small footprint helps) and had produced the test app CakePHP couldn’t handle. That’s 0.15% of the time.
I misread tubal ligation as tubal litigation earlier, and spent the following minute or two figuring out what the latter process involves. If tying up your tubes sounds painful, perhaps tying up your tubes financially…
Metafilter is famous for its snark. I’ve poked fun at their hair-trigger crankiness several times. When you’re watching the bloodshed from a safe, unregistered distance, it’s actually quite amusing. What, then, inspired me to pay my $5 after two years of lurking and eventually make a front page post myself, putting myself up to the same butchery I once enjoyed as a spectator? Maybe because I thought people would be amused. At worst, I might get off with a stern look.
Yeah, right. As weak as the post was, I really got the poo flung at me: accusations of cronyism, being a clueless newbie, the works. The situation wasn’t improved by the easy riffs made by a post scatological in nature.
This FPP could use some quality control… or some poop.
Better luck next time.
Something doesn’t smell right with this FPP.
Regarding my choice of username:
Eponypropriate. ((MeFites love words based on the root eponymous.))
“Spamguy?["] Man, they’re not even trying anymore.
You should be banned for your username alone.
And the final comment, to signify the post’s deletion:
This post was deleted for the following reason: As the owner of buttslol.com, I feel I share your feelings regarding stop signs that say “POOP”, but there’s not much there and people seem to not like this very much. Better luck next time around.
