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For all those in NOLA today…

Cracker – Another Song About the Rain

I un-sub’d from Kotaku today. Sometime (I don’t know exactly when), someone posted Tubgirl to the front page of Kotaku, which dutifully delivered it to Google Reader via my RSS subscription. (Note, if you don’t know what Tubgirl is, do not, I repeat, do NOT Google it. It is ridiculously Not Safe For Work and is likely one of the more disgusting things you could ever wish to see. I’m not kidding, you don’t want to know. There are things you can’t un-see.)

Despite the apology, Kotaku is off my subscription list. That leaves Lifehacker as the only Gawker property left in my RSS feeds. A quick note to any Gawker people trolling for posts about this; that was total and complete bullshit. When I think about how close I was to opening that folder (gaming) while bored in a meeting today, I can’t even begin to imagine the fallout if it had been seen.

I’m not trying to be a prude, but if I can’t be confident that reader a fucking website for games won’t land me in a world of hurt at work, using the Unsubscribe button is a fairly easy, preventative step.

Maybe not.

Slashdot | Does Computer Use Actually Cause Carpal Tunnel?

Because it’s not authentic until some crappy American franchise does it.

Isn’t that like Bennigan’s trying to get into Ireland?

Oh, damn, that already happened. Erm, hmm… Mongolian Grill in Mongolia? Damn it.

Let’s go big. Beer in Jesusland? Crap.

I give up.

Facebook has proven to be an interesting toy. I don’t buy all the hype, but it is certainly an interesting idea. As such, I’ve tried to use it in a spartan manner, putting in basic and mostly public information, seeing what happens. One thing that annoys me already is sort of a bitchy complaint, but..

I graduated from college long before Facebook crept into whoever created it’s mind (yes, those people are likely much, much younger than I want to believe). But, as such, my university email address, which, I might add, was on a VAX system, is no longer available to me. Which means I can’t join the networks for the colleges I attended since joining requires a valid .edu address at those institutions.

I don’t have a solution beyond allowing people to join a school network without a .edu address at that school if they indicate their graduation date pre-dates the existance of Facebook. And, yes, that’s a piss-poor solution because it basically throws open the door to spammers. But, there has to be a way around this. Anyone?

Is a person is able to create non-sentient life (say, a bacterium), what does that do to your worldview?

This is not an endorsement of the experiment in question, but more a moral quandary. Eventually, someone will figure out how to combine the right amino acids and energy to create a non-theoretical lifeform. Since creation of life is reserved for deities, what will this eventual achievement mean to the larger community of believers?

What would it mean to you?

10. Drive. Not to advocate something illegal, but it is damn hard to drive while drunk. Motor vehicles require surprising amounts of coordination to keep either between the lines or even on the pavement. If you can avoid doing it, avoid doing it.

9. Type. This post brought to you by automatic spell-checking and the hunt-and-peck method.

8. Not sing. What is about being drunk that just makes you want to belt out that song that everyone but you hates? Loudly. Because, you know what, everyone else is wrong. Aerosmith rocks.

7. Code. I can barely type, now you want me to string together words, variables, and algorithms. Fuck that.

6. Care. I just couldn’t care less about $TOPIC.

5. Not Care. God, that is so damned tragic; I’m not one to get emotional, but that makes me hurt.

4. Play games. I suspect this has much to do with why you can’t drive: hand-eye coordination. Seriously, Guitar Hero on whiskey.. I have a new respect for Keith Richards.

3. Read. You know how boring books can be late at night? Yeah, now you’re half-way to asleep; good luck finishing that brilliant tome.

2. Writing. Well, ok, to be fair, I actually write better when drunk. It’s just that I can’t share it with anyone. In the morning, what I thought was a massive success is likely to be more Scott Adams than Douglas Adams.

1. Not use the phone. What is it about alcohol, of whatever variety you choose to imbibe, that makes us want to grab a phone and call someone. This isn’t just drunk-dialing-for-ass, this is general use of telephone technology in any form. My theory? So, I’m in this awesome place that gives me alcohol to the point of not being able to do anything else on this list; you should be here, too! And if your being here gets me some, all the better.

This list brought to you be New Holland Brewing’s Lucid, Knob Creek Whiskey, and a wedding reception with a keg. Cheers.