This is just too funny. I bet if you put a Michael Bolton CD in the drive, the computer catches on fire.
Of course, there’s a serious point here about how boneheaded copy protection on CDs is. But I don’t feel particularly serious right now.
Author: Adam (Page 132 of 224)
First Annual Words Mean Things Tagline Contest
I was thinking today I should change my tagline, since the current one has been up for some time. But after not being able to come up with anything that great, I thought, why not let my readership (hello, you two!) come up with something?
Put your suggested words mean things tagline in the comments. In a few days I’ll pick the best one, and it will be the tagline for at least a week. Aren’t you excited? Remember, it has to be short enough to fit in the space below the logo.
Those marketing geniuses at Pepsi (yes, I’m channeling Jerry Seinfeld) have come up with their latest heir to Crystal Pepsi, Pepsi Blue.
Yeah, that’ll be a huge hit.
Reminds me of the Simpsons episode (but then again, what doesn’t?) where Homer passes a vending machine selling something meant to be Crystal Pepsi and gurgles, “Mmmmmm…….invisible cola!”
Words to live by. And nice drawings too.
I know it’s their (low-paying, low-respect, no-future) job, so I can’t really get that upset with the actual telemarketers. Usually.
Me: Hello?
Drone (loudly): Can I speak to the owner of [unintelligible]?
Me (thinking this is some sort of misdirected business call, nicely): I’m sorry, you must have the wrong number.
Drone (angrily): No, I have the right number. Your number is 294-etc.
Me (momentarily shocked): OK, Yes?
Drone (back to regular monotone): I’m calling from MCI…..
If only I had had one of those little air horns to blow into the phone. Where can I get one of those?
Ever have one of those days where every person, every situation you come in contact with just pisses you off mightily? I thought so.
So how do you deal with it?
Fascinating bit of dialogue from “Star Trek: First Contact”:
Lily: How much did this [ship] cost?
Picard: The economics of the future are somewhat different. You see, money doesn’t exist in the 24th Century.
Lily: You mean you don’t get paid?
Picard: The acquisition of wealth is no longer the driving force in our lives. We work to better ourselves and the rest of humanity.
Yeah, right.
I can accept force fields, transporters, phasers and Tribbles, but no money? I don’t think so. I could accept it for the Federation crew – they’re essentially in the military, after all, and would be used to spartan quarters and comforts. But for the rest of humanity, I just don’t buy it (pun somewhat intended). No matter how filled with goodness people in the future will be, they’ll still want to buy a fancy car.
After recently complaining that there aren’t enough open-ended computer games out there, I’ve been playing “Morrowind.” It’s a 3D role-playing game, where you create a character and then wander the lands, fighting monsters and completing quests. This is the first game of this type that’s held my attention. It’s incredibly open-ended; there’s a main storyline, but there’s nothing keeping you from just wandering around, exploring and talking to people. The world of the game is huge, and the graphics (although they run slowly on my 2.5-year-old computer) are immersive – day/night cycles, weather, etc. It’s much closer to an alternate, living universe than I’ve ever seen in a game. Yesterday I found myself “ducking my head” as I went down a narrow staircase in a temple. It’s not the holodeck, but it’s as close as we can get at this point. If you have a computer with major muscle, you might want to check it out.
Andy Rooney must die.
That is all.
(Note to FBI agents: Please don’t break down my door. Just knock politely, and I’ll let you in. Thanks.)
Interesting conversation over at Blogatelle about plagiarism and related issues. I know I would take some perverse pleasure in seeing someone else copying my weblog posts and placing them on their own weblog without attribution – I sometimes wonder, as we all do, if I’m writing anything that’s worth reading, much less copying. But I would also be angry.
Stacy, you are the Sydney Bristow of weblogging.