In the proper Carlinian sense, you may be sure.
Not that anyone was really expecting me to go away, but I did extend the existing web-host deal for one more year yesterday, and while I suppose I could find something marginally cheaper, the time it would take me to move everything would more than offset any savings. Besides, uptime has been upticking of late, which is always a Good Thing.
It would also have helped if I’d remembered to record the fee in my check register, but that’s another matter.
Amy Alkon was not actually speaking to me here, but it sounds about right:
Some people’s photos look best with some clever cropping. Apparently, yours look best if you crop out your head.
No, she wasn’t trying to be snarky. (I think.) And she does follow up with useful instructional material:
Part of your problem is that you probably think of taking “a” picture (or three) instead of doing as professional photographers do — taking maybe 1,000. This basically means staging a photographic accident, meaning in at least one of the 1,000 shots, you should accidentally look like yourself or even better.
I have a standing offer from a pro, should our paths happen to cross. At the very least, I’ll find out how many takes it requires to make me presentable.
This week Fox premieres a new half-hour sitcom starring Jaime Pressly and Katie Finneran titled I Hate My Teenage Daughter. Early semiotic analysis indicates it’s about two women who hate their teenage daughters. As such, the premise is unlikely to surprise viewers of CBS’s 2 Broke Girls, which — spoiler alert — follows the lives of two broke girls. Indeed, the two shows are but the latest in a cavalcade of Hollywood products outfitted not with a title but a blunt abbreviation of a concept.
Of course, it’s the concept that got the production greenlit (greenlighted?) in the first place; rather a lot of them boil down to Existing Property A crossed with Existing Property B and/or relocated to Presumably Desirable Location C. Given that tenuous connection to originality, it’s no wonder so many films deserve a D — or lower.
Legally, you can’t copyright a title, which perhaps explains the lack of enthusiasm for coming up with good ones. Not that, say, Pacific Air Flight 121 was a good one; Samuel L. Jackson certainly didn’t think so, and probably under his breath denounced those marblefarting producers for their fecklessness. Truth be told, I don’t think I could come up with a better title than Snakes on a Plane, and I have to come up with four to six titles of some sort every day of my life. (Every January first I do a wrap up of the worst titles I’ve inflicted on the readership during the previous twelve months. Some of them are indeed dire.) Then again, I’m not getting paid for this, so I can think in terms of something other than Potential Income. I suspect this actually disqualifies me for work in Hollywood.
(Via this Nancy Friedman tweet.)
You probably remember this bit from the notebooks of Lazarus Long:
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
Which brings us to one Thomas Ackerman, charged with arson at an Oklahoma City coin laundry:
When police arrived, Ackerman said he wanted to be put in leg shackles for their safety because his feet “were certified weapons in Nevada.”
He also claimed to hold seven college degrees and said he worked as an architectural engineer, truck driver, mixed martial artist, traveling disc jockey, phlebotomist, stuntman and sex toy engineer.
There is, however, no indication that he has ever been married to Morgan Fairchild.
Addendum: Jennifer is not surprised:
Clearly, with that resume, he was the least qualified member of the security forces. Obviously, burning down the laundromat was the only option he had left.
That’s gonna leave a mark.
We have here Danish singer Medina (last name Valbak, if anyone cares) standing in the middle of an L.A. sidewalk:
I swear, sometimes I actually miss Los Angeles.
Medina hit it big at home in 2008 with “Kun For Mig” — “Only for me” — which she redid in English in 2009 as “You and I.”
“You and I” crashed the Top Ten on Billboard’s Hot Dance Airplay (now “Dance/Mix Show Airplay”) chart; it was the first of six singles from Welcome to Medina, which gave her something resembling international stature.
Our title here, of course, is Loc-ed after dark.
It’s a reality show that centers on a bridal shop in New York and women who make appointments to find just the right dress for their wedding. I LOVE that show because, like I’ve said before, the idea of dreaming about a wedding since you were a kid and spending thousands upon thousands for a wedding dress is so foreign to me. It’s like watching a National Geographic show on some bizarro lost tribe or something. I guess I get that for a lot of women this is their big chance to be an attention whore before they start popping out babies and chauffeuring chillens to soccer practice in a minivan, but to spend $3,000 to $11,000 (YES $11,000!) and up for a damn boring-ass dress you’re going to wear one day? Hell no.
I spent one hour in a David’s Bridal once, at the request of my daughter. I swear, they had hot and cold running estrogen in the rest room.
The struggles of fictional paper company Dunder Mifflin to compete with real-life office-supply chains like Staples Inc. are a running joke on NBC’s The Office. Now, an online outlet owned by Staples is using the Dunder Mifflin name to try to sell more copy paper.
Staples’ Quill.com, based in Lincolnshire [IL], has struck a licensing deal with NBC’s parent company to launch a Dunder Mifflin brand. Priced largely above private-label copy paper, the Dunder Mifflin packages will be emblazoned with slogans such as “Our motto is, ‘Quabity First'” and “Get Your Scrant on,” well-known phrases from the comedy series.
NBC will rake in about 6 percent of the proceeds, which is probably more than they’re getting from actual prime-time television.
(Via the Consumerist.)
A spammer specializing in Russian mail-order brides — I guess they’re not actually ordered by mail anymore, but you get the idea — sent along this advice:
Do not be timid of expressing your bona fide feelings and thoughts: the Russian piece of work is naturally very fervid and sensitive. Beseech questions and riposte hers in return. Your questions influence be like following: Why are you single? What well-meaning of a squire would you like to see close to being you? How do you gather your post-wedding life? What is more influential for you: kids or business career? Ask how she out form week and tell her what you did all this time. A postcard about the whole kit you find interesting. Seek on the side of her advice on this or that subject or difficult ball game in your life. Due your plans to the prospective with her.
Had this been written in English, rather than translated from German to English by a native speaker of Kazakh, it might almost qualify as Good Advice.
This is the random-ish CAPTCHA served up by a page at National Review Online:
One imagines William F. Buckley, Jr. himself ordering insertions into the little gizmo’s presumably limited vocabulary.
Either that or some Jerseyites on the staff are sneaking out to this place in Mercer County.
Green fans are getting a buzz out of a new hand-cranked vibrator that makers say could help save the planet.
The eco-sex toy — dubbed the “Earth Angel” — uses a small wind-up handle to power up rechargeable batteries inside the casing.
Truth be told, I had no idea that vibrators generally had such a big carbon footprint.
The JerseyNut, in the meantime, would like to know:
[C]an someone explain to me, incidentally, why battery-operated cars are good, but battery-operated vibrators are bad? Or is that only the type of question only a dumb ol’ Republican would ask?
Trust me on this: if there were a clockspring-powered car that could get out of its own way, people would buy it, especially if they could persuade the yardman to do all the winding.
(Via Robert Stacy McCain, who notes that this product is not yet available from Amazon.)
Given the price of service these days, knowing how to fix stuff around the house is an absolute necessity these days:
If I didn’t have the ability to make a lot of basic repairs to my own appliances and devices, I’d have been out thousands of dollars more over the past several years, replacing the lemons that US corporations seem to manufacture so well.
Then again, manufacturers would much rather you not be able to fix things at all:
[T]he hippy washing machine threw a code. Yes, a code, because while our dryer is circa 1996 and uses the same technology as 1970 dryers, our washing machine has the pants of fancyness. It has CODES, people. Codes that tell you nothing. We basically will do anything to avoid another visit from the Hippy Washing Machine Repair Guy, if only because his Mercedes-Benz makes my Murano feel ashamed of itself. Again, to the internet, where the root cause was either a Faboozle or a Schlamozzle, but to get to those things, Ward actually had to build wooden stands so that they could tip the washing machine on its side. I am not making this up. The man built temporary wooden STANDS to fix our washing machine.
Suddenly I have these almost warm feelings toward Sears, Roebuck and Company, from whom I bought all these big bulky appliances just packed full of “obsolete” technology, on which I’ve managed to spend $0.00 on repairs in the last eight years. (Let’s see if the Appliance Jinx kicks in.)
It surprises me not at all that I never thought of this. From the pertinent Wikipedia page:
After spinning, the combination is called (example: right hand yellow) and players must move their matching hand or foot to a dot of the correct color. In a two-player game, no two people can have a hand or foot on the same circle — the rules are different for more players. Due to the scarcity of colored circles, players will often be required to put themselves in unlikely or precarious positions, eventually causing someone to fall.
Not that I’m knocking strenuous activity in this particular environment, mind you. Then again:
There is no limit to how many can play at once, but more than four is a tight fit.
I’ll, um, take your word for it.
(From this Nicky Keet tweet, directed to actress Angie Harmon, who evidently thought it worthy of sharing with her followers.)
Joseph Lieberman, the independent senator from Connecticut, sent a letter to Google CEO Larry Page this week expressing his opinion that Google-owned blogging platform Blogger should provide a button that would let readers of Blogger-powered blogs flag “terrorist content,” according to a report.
In the letter, Lieberman says that alleged pipe-bomber Jose Pimentel, who was arrested by the New York Police Department last weekend, used a Blogger-based blog to spread hate-filled screeds and links to bomb-making instructions.
From which we can conclude that Senator Lieberman doesn’t have a Google account, because if he had been logged in and had dialed his browser to any Blogger page, he’d have seen something like this:
Unless, of course, one is prepared to argue that “terrorist content” does not qualify under existing definitions of “abuse” or under Google’s Terms of Service generally.
Lieberman is apparently prepared to argue exactly that:
The letter continues:
“In September 2008, in response to a previous request that YouTube not allow terrorist content on its servers, Google changed its YouTube Community Guidelines to expressly ban terrorist content. In November 2010, Google introduced a ‘flag’ button for terrorist content on YouTube. I continue to appreciate and commend these important first steps, but I am disappointed that Google has not developed a consistent standard throughout its many platforms. Unlike YouTube’s Community Standards, Blogger’s Content Policy does not expressly ban terrorist content nor does it provide a ‘flag’ feature for such content.”
Link added by me. Said Content Policy appears to fail to meet Lieberman’s standards because neither the word “terrorism” nor any inflected version thereof appears on the page.
In practice, however, just about any damn blog can be flagged for just about any damn thing. The toolbar you see above was snipped from a blog that has the temerity to run news and photos of nudists, a blog which obviously someone deemed flagworthy.
For the moment, we will tiptoe quietly past those of us still mystified by simple Cat 5:
(Snagged from Gerard Van der Leun.)
We chowed down on Thursday, invaded the malls on Friday, and took two days to recover. Now look what we get:
1886 Mazda rx7 blown transmission: At that age, you might as well take it out back and shoot it, though probably not with a 1911.
pentacle of success: You have to be holding it at exactly the right angle.
maureen dowd thinks she’s beautiful: You have to be holding her at exactly the right angle.
meatloaf aday keeps the doctor away: He’ll do anything for health, but he won’t do that.
“what a friend we have in cheeses” “pop culture junk mail”: Two great phrases that go great together.
wile e. coyote breakaway mug: Part of Acme’s new Gifts and Gadgets line, just in time for the holidays.
why was my bail bond $4000 in midwest city oklahoma: They frown on people taking a leak in the middle of 29th Street.
Women Who Wears short shorts and short skirts: In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s almost December. Have you considered a trip to Chile?
nutritional value of turkey testicles: 120 percent of your recommended daily allowance for nuts.
don’t begin sentences with by: By whose authority do you issue this command?
is there a chance resetting com for blinking o/d light for explo will fix it: About the same chance as having Zoe Saldana ask you out. If I were you, I wouldn’t be spending anything on a corsage.