I just read this interview with a squatter-type who’s been demonstrating security holes in large sites, and I felt like I was seeing him from across a great divide. My idealism has been shaken so badly by the last three years that I can’t imagine mustering the kind of faith this kid has anymore. It’s only been three years. Man.
Should I get an “I’m Blogging This” T-Shirt? Or will that be like having a “Button Your Fly” shirt, eventually?
No, no, wait. Hamstray there already has one. That shirt has jumped the fucking shark.
Dude, every time I check out Strumstair’s site there’s more that jumps out at me. He’s actually living in Pasadena now, and recently presented at the San Gabriel Valley Linux Users’ Group, which met at Caltech. And he hikes Echo Mountain, where we used to go for Girl Scout trips. Where was he when I was twelve, I ask you. Wonder where in town he lives.
Fuzzy passed along a link to the portfolio of a professional photograph retoucher. Check out what he has done to this blonde and, more to the point, this brunette. Don’t Buy It! has some similar material but I don’t think it’s quite as dramatic, because the images they end up with aren’t as explicitly sexual. Yes, folks, in our era the human body is a hot rod on the screen.
Wil Wheaton may not be ready for This American Life, but he sure is funny, sometimes. “The floor that’s sweeping the nation” is some pretty good shit to come up with on a second’s notice.
Oh, shit, homeslice has written a book!? man, I am living under a cultural rock, AND I am seriously falling behind. Nono, wait! Brother has his OWN FUCKING IMPRINT! I quote the about page: ‘So often in today’s world, it’s only work that is deemed to be “popular” or “mainstream” that makes it to the public. This often leaves innovative and alternative artists nowhere to turn. Eventually, “mainstream” becomes “mediocre” as no one is willing to take a chance on something that might stimulate more than the economy.’ Can someone tell me, what’s not mainstream about blogging about how much you loved your Land Speeder? Dammit, you’re an actor, Wil, not a publisher.
Gregory Hines, dancer and actor, has died of cancer. I’d wager most of you knew him from Mel Brooks’s History of the World, Part 1, in which he was very funny indeed. Along with Suzanne Farrell, he was one of the first dancers to enter my consciousness (thanks again, Sesame Street). He wasn’t that old. Only 57. I’m dismayed. I really loved to watch him dance.
