John C. Dvorak, the Jabba the Hut of computer punditry, wrote a snarky review of “The Cluetrain Manifesto,” a book I believe is brilliant and one of the best business or technology books I’ve ever read. Chris Locke, one of Cluetrain’s authors, responded with perhaps the best use of the phrase “blow me” I’ve ever read.

I love it when things get interesting.

Finally got around to writing some editing pages for the links database you see to the right. So I updated the URLs that had moved, and added some additions. Hope you enjoy checking them out.

Apparently in Alabama, things other than Osama Bin Laden merit the designation “inherent evil.” Apparently they have an unusual interpretation of the separation of church and state there as well.

I found it interesting that even Fox News’ Bill O’Reilly, not exactly the champion of the downtrodden, took it upon himself to blast the judge’s words as “way over the line” and “un-Christian,” and even went so far as to wonder if you’re gay in Alabama, will you get a fair trial?

Even Bill O’Reilly can surprise you sometimes.

My friend Mike Van Sistine is furthering his burgeoning photography career with another show, beginning Friday at Mother Fool’s coffee house, right in my neighborhood. Follow the link on his name to the portfolio site I designed for him, and while you’re there, send him some e-mail and tell him what you think of his work. Artists like that. And if you happen to be in town next week, stop by and take a look for yourself.

I need some hits

So I was talking with my close personal friend Britney Spears about the Winter Olympics figure skating results. She said she thought the whole thing was a bigger embarrassment than the Enron mess, and wondered out loud if Osama Bin Laden or Dick Cheney had anything to do with it. She was writing about it on her weblog, which she maintains on her new flat-screen Apple iMac. Then she had to take off, as she had a Pepsi commercial to shoot and then she had to meet her boyfriend Justin Timberlake, who was still trying to convince George Lucas to keep in his performance in “Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones.”

When I Said Before That Our Culture Was Doomed, I Was Just Kidding

Tonight on Fox (who else): two hours of something called, I am not kidding, “The Glutton Bowl.” The “contestants” in each round watched as an industrial drum was lowered from the ceiling and the contents tipped into a giant bowl – butter, mayonnaise, hard-boiled eggs, brains, beef tongue, bull testicles, etc. Then they ate it. Sports-style commentary was provided as the eaters struggled to use their abdominal muscles to rearrange the food in their stomachs. Judges had to decide how much “smearage” of things like butter and mayo on the combatants’ clothes should be allowed before disqualification.

I think it goes without saying that everyone involved in this production should be pressed through a sieve of piano wire, with the remains fed to wild dogs.

Seems like everyone is either sick, sad, depressed, anxious, lonely, bored, worried, or a combination of those lately. Including me. What a crappy month this has been. I’m thinking maybe it has something to do with these mild winters – they don’t allow you to hunker down and ride it out, and thus enjoy the hell out of it when it goes away. It’s just a big grey expanse.

If it keeps going like this, pretty soon we’re going to be living in Waterworld, and we’ll have to have Kevin Costner tell us what to do. Which is something to be depressed about, as if we needed anything more.

words mean things

Homer: That Timmy O’Toole is a real hero!
Lisa: How do you mean, Dad?
Homer: He fell down that well, and…and he can’t get out!
Lisa: How does that make him a hero?
Homer (angrily): …It’s more than you did!

“It Spoke to Me” Quote of the Day:

“Sure, 90 percent of science fiction is crud. That’s because 90 percent of everything is crud.”
-Theodore Sturgeon