...that time you were embarassed when friends/family/your date saw the pr0n jpeg you used as desktop wallpaper, has caused a lot of good people to leave the pr0n business.
When Kurt Harland, the original lead singer of the band Information Society, released his first solo album "Don't Be Afraid," he included an entire second CD full of fannish goodness in data form. There was a previously unreleased music video, there were all sorts of text files and images, there were movie clips from his archives, and - best of all for music geeks - there were wav files of many of the samples he used to make the songs with. Furthermore, there was a segment of a massive digital scavenger hunt he ran, which spanned the data disc as well as many websites, the prize of which was a WAV file of the album's missing final track. There was a game, a Windows sound theme, and images from rare data discs distributed to fans in the band's early days. He even had some room left over after all that, so he solicited his fans to contribute pretty much anything they wanted to fill out the disc.
At least goatse and tubgirl are less hellish after you've already seen them once or twice. Myspace, on the other hand, has millions of users without a single remedial HTML class between them, and more join up every day to push the boundaries of sparkly "Thanks for the Add" gifs, bright-pink-on-bright-yellow stylesheets, and embedded Fall out Boy songs just that much further.
Borg waste is disks! Keep that in mind the next time one asks to use your bathroom. Those bastards'll clog up your plumbing with 9000 free hours of AOL.
So do I, but after one too many episodes like that I swore off using actual razors on my skull. I now strictly use an electric razor or buzzer on my head, saving the blades and foam for my face, where I can at least see the damage I'm doing.
It's all well and good to go nuts over more blades in a razor, but nobody ever mentions the other side of the equation. I once bought a pack of shavers at the dollar store that somehow left me with the same amount of stubble, but a lot less face.
My friends and I used to hang out in subway stations and whip AOL CDs at passing express trains. While in retrospect that was dangerous and irresponsible behavior, I can't help but think it would have been just that much more gratifying if our missiles had Will Ferrell's face printed on them.
Reminds me of the time I bought a Pentium computer in the mid 1990s that came with a foot-high stack of CD-ROMs. It was a nice attempt at an intro to the possibilities of the new format, but there were only so many different versions of "Virtual Rock Gardening," "Compton's Interactive Encephalopathy," "Mavis Beacon Teachs Self-Neutering," and "The Adventures of Poorly-Rendered Cutscene Man" I could really get any use out of.
We have all those better ways of doing this, but we're not the target audience. I could see this service taking off via legions of teenage girls who aren't old enough yet to post homemade Sidekick pr0n to the web, and who need something like an idiot-proof, demographic-targeting, ad-embedding website to do the hard work for them.
As a prolific Slashdotter, I feel I must protest about the previous post. I am nearly sixty and am quite mad, but I do enjoy listening to the Geeks in Space podcasts. If this continues to go on unabated...Dunkirk... dark days of the war... backs to the wall... Alvar Liddell... Berlin air lift... moral upheaval of Profumo case... young hippies roaming the streets, raping, looting and killing.
I know it'll be bad for the one obnoxious cellphone dude who takes the same bus as me, since I'm just three more 50 Cent ringtones away from kicking him sqare in the junk.
I may not have been the biggest Lik-Sang customer ever, in fact apart from a few relatively small purchases I mainly used their site for window-shopping, drooling over all the stuff I couldn't afford yet but wanted to save up for. They were often the only way to avoid the cesspits of eBay for certain things, and they always went above and beyond in terms of customer service for me.
Sure, they were a Hong Kong import/export warehouse who wrote websites in broken English, but they really seemed to care about making people happy more than the rest of them that just want to shift merchandise. They had news. They had reviews. They had style.
I feel like I've just lost the modern Internet version of the classic little mom-and-pop shop that always had the coolest stuff.
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All this talk of galactic traffic, and not one mention of the hyperspace bypass.
I can't wait to get home and add some crudely drawn moustaches and Pam Anderson boobs to what will surely be the world's biggest photoshop.
...that time you were embarassed when friends/family/your date saw the pr0n jpeg you used as desktop wallpaper, has caused a lot of good people to leave the pr0n business.
When Kurt Harland, the original lead singer of the band Information Society, released his first solo album "Don't Be Afraid," he included an entire second CD full of fannish goodness in data form. There was a previously unreleased music video, there were all sorts of text files and images, there were movie clips from his archives, and - best of all for music geeks - there were wav files of many of the samples he used to make the songs with. Furthermore, there was a segment of a massive digital scavenger hunt he ran, which spanned the data disc as well as many websites, the prize of which was a WAV file of the album's missing final track. There was a game, a Windows sound theme, and images from rare data discs distributed to fans in the band's early days. He even had some room left over after all that, so he solicited his fans to contribute pretty much anything they wanted to fill out the disc.
And all this was in 1997.
Innovate much, music industry?
At least goatse and tubgirl are less hellish after you've already seen them once or twice. Myspace, on the other hand, has millions of users without a single remedial HTML class between them, and more join up every day to push the boundaries of sparkly "Thanks for the Add" gifs, bright-pink-on-bright-yellow stylesheets, and embedded Fall out Boy songs just that much further.
> Brain exploded, WISEASS.SYS corrupted.
> (A)bort/(R)etry/(F)ail?
Borg waste is disks! Keep that in mind the next time one asks to use your bathroom. Those bastards'll clog up your plumbing with 9000 free hours of AOL.
So do I, but after one too many episodes like that I swore off using actual razors on my skull. I now strictly use an electric razor or buzzer on my head, saving the blades and foam for my face, where I can at least see the damage I'm doing.
It's all well and good to go nuts over more blades in a razor, but nobody ever mentions the other side of the equation. I once bought a pack of shavers at the dollar store that somehow left me with the same amount of stubble, but a lot less face.
I like this post, and would read more posts from its author in the future. A+++++
My friends and I used to hang out in subway stations and whip AOL CDs at passing express trains. While in retrospect that was dangerous and irresponsible behavior, I can't help but think it would have been just that much more gratifying if our missiles had Will Ferrell's face printed on them.
Reminds me of the time I bought a Pentium computer in the mid 1990s that came with a foot-high stack of CD-ROMs. It was a nice attempt at an intro to the possibilities of the new format, but there were only so many different versions of "Virtual Rock Gardening," "Compton's Interactive Encephalopathy," "Mavis Beacon Teachs Self-Neutering," and "The Adventures of Poorly-Rendered Cutscene Man" I could really get any use out of.
They should send a temp up there to fix it, perhaps the one who busted the damn thing in the first place. That'd teach him.
We have all those better ways of doing this, but we're not the target audience. I could see this service taking off via legions of teenage girls who aren't old enough yet to post homemade Sidekick pr0n to the web, and who need something like an idiot-proof, demographic-targeting, ad-embedding website to do the hard work for them.
Gas stations are pretty useless during a power outage. Their pumps are electric.
As a prolific Slashdotter, I feel I must protest about the previous post. I am nearly sixty and am quite mad, but I do enjoy listening to the Geeks in Space podcasts. If this continues to go on unabated
Yours etc., Brigadier Arthur Gormanstrop (Mrs)
Did you know the number of angel swarms has tripled in the past six months?
I know it'll be bad for the one obnoxious cellphone dude who takes the same bus as me, since I'm just three more 50 Cent ringtones away from kicking him sqare in the junk.
Keep yours in your arm, do you? That must complicate matters when you have to signal in traffic.
I may not have been the biggest Lik-Sang customer ever, in fact apart from a few relatively small purchases I mainly used their site for window-shopping, drooling over all the stuff I couldn't afford yet but wanted to save up for. They were often the only way to avoid the cesspits of eBay for certain things, and they always went above and beyond in terms of customer service for me.
Sure, they were a Hong Kong import/export warehouse who wrote websites in broken English, but they really seemed to care about making people happy more than the rest of them that just want to shift merchandise. They had news. They had reviews. They had style.
I feel like I've just lost the modern Internet version of the classic little mom-and-pop shop that always had the coolest stuff.