It’s not often that I find solace in an article. I surely didn’t find it here. Only company.
Via Josh.
One: I’m at the Pizza Hut. || The Other: I’m at the Taco Bell. || Both (Together): I’m at that combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell.
Really? This thing? Yup. It is a retarded song. I use that word both for it’s cultivation of idiacy and it’s Digital-Underground-Style beats.
via Pitchfork
“Ladies and Gentlemen: This is not an automated announcement. There are a lot of people on this train, so we’re all gonna have to pull it in and let these doors close. We’ll get to Brooklyn yet.”
— A very determined F train conductor. 6:20p 6/17 @2nd Ave.
(found via Engadget)
Okay, so this defintely seems like an interesting idea, but I think it’s starting to get into a strange territory of found energy vs. stealing energy.
It’s basically nothing more than salami slicing. Just like Richard Pryor in Superman III, who was stealing fractions of cents off of each bank transaction, so is this grocery store.
I’ve seen similar plans for a dance floor that bounces. The difference between these is that the kids will dance anyway, they are not being asked to dance “just a second longer” to power the amps.
Just one party leeching minute resources off thousands of others. Just something that got me thinking.
The software for the new iPhones (not the new iPhone software, mind you) has hit the tubes. I can’t wait to get this thing on my phone. Just one question: If you were Apple, and you hid the 2,1 firmware under a rock called, lets say 061-6582.20090617.LlI87, where would you hide the firmware for the 1,2?
I’m pretty sure I have about a billion permutations for changing the “LlI87” part. But the rest is like totally easy.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
-Theodore Roosevelt”
- Little Boy #1: Look how fast that bug is crawling!
- Little Boy #2: Where do you think he's going?
- Little Boy #1: Maybe he's going to see his girlfriend.
- (Both proceed to spit on him.)
- Patron: What's all that screaming outside?
- Bartender: Jonas Brothers are playing at the Fillmore.
- Patron: That seems like a small venue for them.
- Me: They're trying to build their indy cred.
- Bartender: Really? Is that even possible?
- Me: After doing a 3D concert movie? Probably not.
Brady found this in the park across the street from him.
Proof that Peekskill is the country. Hawks don’t eat snakes in the city.
QED.
red-tailed (via cats and rabbits)
- Her: Why is it called a Tweet? Shouldn't it be a Twit?
- Me: Maybe, but the past tense of twit is unacceptable.
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