None of my words, nor any of the video or pictures you’ll eventually see, will really bring you how bad it really is.
Obese children, particularly girls, may be more likely than their peers to suffer from low self-esteem, research shows.
Feel free to leave your own follow-up research project ideas. Personally, I’m gunning for the lucrative “people who consume alcohol get drunk more often than teetotalers” NIH funds.
[via Reuters ] (?!?!)
Let’s hit the major stuff.
What’d you do?
Not a damn thing. J– and I stayed home, no family, no friends, just us and the pets. We got up on time and opened presents (more later), had cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and then farted around all day.
For dinner, we made a prime rib using a recipe from Simply Recipes along with some asparagus and two disastrous potatoes. Potatoes were justly jettisoned and a wonderful dinner was had.
What’d you get?
It’s not about presents.
Seriously, what’d you get?
Ok, maybe it’s a little about the presents. I got a kick-ass Dell 20″ wide-screen LCD. It makes me droll just looking at it. I kept my CRT so now I have two monitors.. I feel like such a geek. I also got a really cool stainless tea cup with an infuser and lid. Now I can finally have loose-leaf tea at work. J– also stuffed the bottom third of my stocking with enough candy to make any Halloween
begger trick-or-treater weep.
What’d you get J–?
I bought J– a digital camera (which was wanted), a new alarm clock (which was needed), and, ironically, a tea infuser pot with some tea samples (which was gratuitous considering the amount of tea in this house).
We’re off to see my family this weekend; did the other side last night.
All in all a very enjoyable, quiet Christmas. No snow (yet), but we’re supposed to get a couple inches tonight.
Belatedly wishing you and yours a happy season as well. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah.
One Word: U2charist. Seriously.
No, seriously. This time it’s not trading real money for fake property or fleecing some media company into opening a bureau in the game. Nope, this time it’s honest-to-simulated-God avatar rape. You even get of a Choose Your Own Deviant Sexual Adventure feel as well. There’s Victim, Rapist, or Participant, where you get to help, but not “help” if you know what I mean.
Sure, it’s simulated. Sure, both avatar-owners have to click something to participate. But are we really so far gone that we have to enable people to commit virtual felonies?
Clay Shirky pegs the issue with the graphically-awful, over-hyped, socially-devoid virtual life that is Second Life.
Finally, the current mania is largely push-driven. Many of the articles concern “The first person/group/organization in Second Life to do X”, where X is something like have a meeting or open a store — it’s the kind of stuff you could read off a press release. Unlike Warcraft, where the story is user adoption, here most of the stories are about provider adoption, as with the Reuters office or the IBM meeting or the resident creative agencies. These are things that can be created unilaterally and top-down, catnip to the press, who are generally in the business of covering the world’s deciders.
Push marketing. You’d think the hipsters and technorati would see through that. Oh, right, it’s marketed by BoingBoing.
Second Life: What are the real numbers?. Many-to-Many:
Image of Jesus appears on the ass of a dog.
Everyone, note the day that this post is being written: 4 Dec 2006.
Coroner Frank Minyard told the City Council last month that the Michoud area of eastern New Orleans had never been searched for bodies since Katrina and should be investigated as soon as possible.
Katrina made landfall on August 29, 2005. That was 1 year, 3 months, and 5 days ago. After that long, you’d think it was buried under a ton of debris, something like the bodies being found at the World Trade Center, right?
The body was found Wednesday night in a yard at St. Maurice Avenue and North Robertson Street, chief coroner’s investigator John Gagliano said. (emphasis mine)
In a yard. Decomposed to the point that they have to call in an anthropologist to determine the victim’s gender. Their gender.
Wal-Mart, the world’s largest retailer and self-appointed censor of many bad words in others’ products, has been carrying a Nazi-logo’d T-shirt for months, now into Day 22 since they said the shirts would be removed. You can follow the whole saga at The Consumerist (warning, Gawker site; get your Adblock on.)
Can’t have a Sheryl Crow album that refers to Wal-Mart, but hurry and get your neo-nazi iconography while it lasts. No publicity is bad publicity, right Wal-Mart?