Apparently he does want the images to appear. Maybe. To borrow a phrase, I couldn’t possibly fail to disagree with him less.
The previous post (about the MechBass) wouldn’t have been possible if I hadn’t been reading 33 avenue Miquelon on a regular basis.
And now Cameron Miquelon has a dream, and I want to help:
I have no idea how GoFundMe compares with Kickstarter, the usual vector for this sort of thing: they seem more “social,” in the sense that they connect to the social networks. I am, however, a firm believer in crowdsourcing, and maybe I can bring in a crowd once in a while.
Not the famed SNL gag, but a device called MechBass by James McVay, which works like this:
Here it is, playing over the entire song:
And if it misses two rehearsals in a row, who cares?
(With thanks to Cameron Miquelon, who featured the full track earlier this week.)
Now this is a pitch worth repeating:
Your faviorite reporters are they taking the plunge at the Great Falls Christmas storll on December 7th to help raise money for Montana Special Olympics.
We have set a goal to raise over a $1,000 for the Montana Specail Olympics and we cant do it with out your help! All procedds go to the Montana Specail Olympics.
Donate to the Montana Specail Olympics and come cheer on your faviorite reporters as they take the plunge.
It was pretty damned difficult to reproduce that: you have to work really hard to spell that badly.
Good ol’ Dynamo Dave put up a screencap on Flickr, in case you thought I was pulling your chain.
The millions of deaths which occur every year due to the iPhone’s ability to stream the Kim K/Ray-J video in 4G could all be avoided, every last one of them, if the government issued everyone a Seventies 911 and made sure they always left the house five minutes later than they’d wanted to. It would help if it could be made to rain as well. Full attention on the road. Guaranteed. Nothing could go wrong, because in the era before texting and driving the highways of the American continent were a virtual paradise where children could chase errant soccer balls right onto the Chicago freeways at rush hour knowing that alert, aware drivers were standing ready to execute precise avoidance maneuvers with no advance warning whatsoever.
There probably aren’t enough Seventies 911s left, but I am happy to endorse this proposal.
About five years ago, I started buying organic bananas, which seemed to keep a lot better, though I never keep them more than five or six days.
The latest batch has a label I hadn’t noticed before. Apparently Dole, who buys these up from Central and South America, is now labeling the product with a three-digit code to indicate a specific source, and this is the source: Asociación Bananeros Orgánicos Señor de Chocán San Vicente Piedra Rodada, on Peru’s northwestern plain. Planting began in 2007; export began in 2009.
This, of course, flies in the face of our current (and mostly laudable) tendency toward locavoraciousness, but it’s going to be 26 degrees tonight. Nobody is going to grow bananas anywhere nearby.
A query came down the tweetstream Sunday night: did Nabisco still make Lorna Doone shortbread cookies?
A few Web storefronts still list them, but quantities are apparently always limited. And more to the point, NabiscoWorld has taken them off the brand list. Since the cookie has a history going back to 1912, you’d think there’d have been some sort of hundredth-anniversary promotion, and, well, there wasn’t.
I blame Edric.
Last year’s Charlotte Bobcats won only seven games all season, nailing down the Worst. Record. Ever. This year’s Bobcats won seven games before the end of November. It was apparently last year’s team who showed up, though, as the Thunder got out to a 54-point lead at one point and pocketed one of the easiest wins in NBA history, 114-69.
Seriously. The ‘Cats got 12 points in the first quarter, 12 in the second, and one in the third before garbage time began, inside the seven-minute mark. Imagine that for a moment: eighteen and a half minutes of garbage time. Rose Mary Woods couldn’t have topped this.
And nothing was working for Charlotte. They shot 29 percent for the night, lost the battle for the boards 54-37, were outdimed 31-12, and had exactly one player in double figures: Jeffery Taylor, with ten. The high point of their evening was seeing Thunder expat Byron Mullens hoist seven treys, two of which actually went in.
With this kind of mismatch, Eric Maynor and Hasheem Thabeet got the most minutes for OKC, and Thabeet even turned in a double-double: 13 points, ten boards. Russell Westbrook racked up 12 points and 11 assists; Kevin Durant had a game-high 18; Kevin Martin’s road to redemption was festooned with a dozen; and the treys fell like petals on Petaluma, 13 out of 27. (OKC shot a worthy 51 percent against what was almost a Charlotte defense.)
Reminder: It’s Houston on Wednesday. They’re beatable, but probably not 45-point beatable.
While I was working up that earlier Internet Explorer-related piece, this bit of weirdness from the Casey Anthony case popped up:
The Florida sheriff’s office that investigated the disappearance of Casey Anthony’s 2-year-old daughter overlooked evidence that someone in their home did a Google search for “fool-proof” suffocation methods on the day the girl was last seen alive… WKMG reports that sheriff’s investigators pulled 17 vague entries only from the computer’s Internet Explorer browser, not the Mozilla Firefox browser commonly used by Casey Anthony. More than 1,200 Firefox entries, including the suffocation search, were overlooked.
Sadly, there is a punchline:
Whoever conducted the Google search looked for the term “fool-proof suffication,” misspelling “suffocation,” and then clicked on an article about suicide that discussed taking poison and putting a bag over one’s head.
Moral of the story: if you’re planning to do something heinous in Florida, you might as well use Bing.
In the January Automobile, Jamie Kitman bewails the current (sub)standard for AM radio in cars:
I have to be careful lest I start sounding like the guy who rhapsodizes on the wonders of vacuum tubes over solid-state circuits and vinyl versus streamed MP3 files, but AM car radios in their heyday sounded pretty good, and counterintuitively their reception was much, much better than in most new cars today. New cars all seem to retain an AM radio function presumably for the day the nuclear weapons go off but almost all of them suck. I kid you not. I get dramatically better reception in my 1962 MGA and my 1963 Jaguar Mark II than in the $127,000 BMW M6 convertible I drove last week. The BMW is not alone.
We will stipulate that vinyl is by design better than streamed MP3 files, but it’s hard to get vinyl to work in the center stack of a car.
The manufacturers, OEM and aftermarket, have pretty much decided that AM is a talk-only medium now, and they provide only enough frequency response to reproduce something resembling voice. There are only two AM stations I’d bother with for music around here, and one of them, a daytimer, has a 24-hour FM translator with 99 watts.
I still strive to avoid reading comments at NewsOK.com, but I also still get a kick out of this statement that precedes them:
We’ve upgraded Comments. The upgraded Comments do not work on Internet Explorer 7. If you are using Internet Explorer 8 or Internet Explorer 9 and do not see comments, turn off Compatibility View by clicking the “broken page” icon at the right of the address bar.
It occurs to me that I never actually had IE 7; I installed IE 8 over 6. I still keep it around in case Firefox does something heinous to me, and given their absurd push-out-new-versions-like-Octomom schedule, I can reasonably expect that it will.
Round and round the logs we go, and where we stop well, it’s because we thought we saw something marginally hilarious. Once in a while we’re even right about it.
synthetic compassion: The primary ingredient is someone else’s gold.
grease formula: Most of the time we don’t need a formula: we just look around the kitchen, and there it is.
wuss fm: Playing your favorite hits six times a day, 39 minutes an hour.
pumping to digital tell hike yoghurt’s versatile: Here, for instance, it adds flavor to word salad.
“the onion” “the americans without abilities act”: You are covered by this act if you searched for it without going to theonion.com first.
A goose flying toward you at 12.8 emits a squawk which you hear at 265: Followed by something else which you see on your windshield.
who is the j geils band member that looks like mario: One thing’s for sure: King Koopa stinks.
karina nose is she: Only her hairdresser knows for sure.
2008 nissan sylphy has a green coolant: Wait a while, and it won’t seem so green.
pencil skirt hurry: When that storm hits, it’s gonna be raining erasers.
sf weekly told off by hinder at masturbate-a-thon: Now that’s taking it to the limit.
Of late, mostly due to hot and dry summers, there have been two distinct cycles of rose growth: early in the spring, then late in the fall. I have four blossoms remaining on this particular bush.
This flower will not abandon his post until the weather gets much, much worse. After all, it’s only the last week of November.
(Multiple sizes at Flickr.)
I can’t prove that this is the way it is, but I believe that old curmudgeon William of Ockham would find this explanation more acceptable than others:
[W]hen a President is sworn in he is forced to sign a secret clause reading something like, “And I promise to forget everything I’d ever known or believed and to act like a complete blockhead on the subject of drugs.” It’s the only thing that makes sense.
The Department of Homeland Security probably has that on a rubber stamp, just in case they have to ramp up temporary staffing in the Bureau of Panic and Discomfiture.
Tam expresses a frustration I’ve often felt, though being Tam, she’s far more eloquent than I:
[T]hank you, Search Engine Optimization %^#@*ers, you $#%^ing #@*+ers, for breaking the internet. I try and do a little bit of research, searching for “the history of handgun accessory rails”, and I get page after page of sites trying to sell me cheap-ass Chinese crap to attach to airsoft guns and not a thing about, you know, the history of handgun accessory rails.
Incidentally, if you type $#%^ing #@*+ers into Google’s search box, the first thing it suggests is “ingersoll buchanan.”