Got a collection of old computer hardware in your house/office/shed/whatever? Maybe you could recycle it, or make avant-garde electronic music with it.

Canuck chanteuse Peaches (aka Merrill Nisker) is apparently well-known to the in crowd and her music much in demand for the cat-walk and clubland alike, but as far as I can tell, she is remarkable only for her potty-mouth, which, it must be said, is considerable. Ahhh - if only she were better looking, more talented in a multi-instrumental way, and didn't have such an annoying voice. Then maybe she could be the female Prince!

Rage For The Machine.

I was a chemistry major but I never had the balls to do something like what this guy did. Props dude. Mad props. If it's an urban legend please don't tell me. I'd like to believe that somewhere out there someone takes chemistry this seriously.

This is important. How anyone could read this and possibly vote Bush and his band of criminally-incompetent fools back into office is beyond me. Here's hoping the American public agrees on Nov 2, and puts the safety of the free world ahead of partisan politics. Anyone who objects that Kerry is a douchebag should click here and then vote for him anyway. We really can't afford another four years of Bush's incompetence.

Here's a nice, well-written article on Why Windows Is A Security Nightmare. I can relate personally to almost everything the writer says, having had most of the same experiences. And I thought it was just me!

I've spent some time in Elizabethtown, KY. It, and Radcliff, are the towns nearest Ft. Knox, home of the US Army Armor Center - and a whole shitload of gold.

Radcliff is interesting only for the presence of a car wash that was sandwiched in among a number of Asian-run businesses - restaurants, dry cleaners, and so on. I mention this only because the name of the car wash is the cringeworthy Super Slant (look for the name Gail Howard when you follow the link).

And now it seems Elizabethtown has its own reason to be famous - this, uhh, member of Elizabethtown's Finest.

British advertising supremo Charles Saatchi, co-founder (together with his brother Maurice) of ad firm Saatchi & Saatchi which helped to bring Margaret Thatcher to power, has long been known as an art lover.

Proof positive of this can be found in the warehouse fire he so obligingly arranged, and by which means he conveniently rid the world of a ton of pretentious "Britart" crap that no-one will ever have to look at again. Cheers, Charles!

I need one of these. Preferably a whole rack of them. It would greatly enhance my ability to play iTunes streams around the house ...

What kind of cheesy 80's toy are you?

My mother sent me this, and the few people I forwarded it to on email seemed to think it was pretty good (as do I), so here it is, for all to enjoy:

DICTIONARY FOR WOMEN'S PERSONAL ADS:



40-ish.............................................49

Adventurous.................Slept with all your mates

Athletic......................................No tits

Average looking...............Has a face like an arse

Beautiful...........................Pathological liar

Contagious Smile..................Does a lot of pills

Educated....................Was f*cked to bits at Uni

Emotionally Secure......................On medication

Dictio Feminist...........Bad hair and no dress sense

Free spirit....................................Junkie

Friendship first..........................Former slut

Fun..........................................Annoying

Gentle...........................................Dull

Good Listener................................Autistic

New-Age............................Body hair problems

Old-fashioned..........................No BJs or anal

Open-minded.................................Desperate

Outgoing........................Loud and Embarrassing

Passionate...............................Sloppy drunk

Poet.......................................Depressive

Professional....................................Bitch

Romantic.......................................Frigid

Social...................A twat like a clown's pocket

Cuddly............................................Fat

Voluptuous...................................Very Fat

Large lady.................................Hugely Fat

Wants Soul mate...............................Stalker

Widow........................................Murderer 

Sometimes it takes me a few days to catch up on the comics in the Washington Post, and in fact if it weren't for my wife's vigilance and the fact she kept the paper to one side for me, I might have missed last Friday's edition altogether. Which would have been a shame because Zippy the Pinhead visited a legendary, diminutive eatery in nearby Leesburg - The Mighty Midget Kitchen. Yow!

Practical effects pedals. Judging by what I hear on the radio and on "th'MTV", there's a HUGE market for some of these. Inspired by these examples, I designed my own contribution, too.

When Lego goes bad.

So you're unfortunate enough to be running Windows because you have to (or dumb enough to be running it by choice). You have to contend with the massive onslaught of Windows viruses. so what do you do (other than switch)? You run anti-virus software. Maybe Norton's. Guess what? You just opened yourself up to a whole new vulnerability!

FYR is one of our (well, OK, my) favo(u)rite sites - there's just something magic about the combination of seeing new (mostly) amateur boobie pics posted every day, and the ability to vote on their quality (or quantity, for that matter, if that's your criterion). What's really intriguing about it though, is the serial posters who post 3, 5, 8, 12 or more pictures of the same chick, sometimes over a period of many months. In some cases, the series get more and more explicit as their ratings go up - or perhaps that's the other way around - as the girly in question gets a little more bold with her rising approval rating.

Although there is no official mechanism for posting comments of any kind on the site, some people have nevertheless found a way to editorialize in the form of contrived "handles" for their posting, or by adding rendered text right onto the image. The girl pictured in the series linked above, for example, seems to have inspired enough devotion in at least one guy (unless it's simply a contrived piece of self-promotion - see below) that he went as far as to create a "custom" email address and include it in a personal plea written on the picture that uses both of these editorial mechanisms.

(The girl in question, in fact, also posts over at Voyeurweb occasionally under the pseudonym "Gorgeous" - this, together with the rather conceited comments she provides about her own pictures (eg "I have a beautiful smile") would ordinarily tend to be somewhat off-putting were it not for the fact that she actually is very pretty, possibly beautiful, and does have a great rack. Although ... there is something strange about her breasts - is it the way the seem to be connected to one another? Can anyone quantify this a little better?)

So anyway - there's another chick who has contributed at least nine photos who seems to have inspired a certain amount of controversy (all since deleted by the looks of things), at least judging by this photo and the palimpsest made thereof. Stay tuned.

Vitamins are bad for you. Film at 11.

You can't make this shit up. This guy is a colleague of ours:

After albums entitled "Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie" and "So-Called Chaos", I thought I would offer some more qualifiers in the same vein for Ms. Morissette to use when naming her next album. My suggestions are:

• Purported


• Alleged


• Putative


• Soi-Disant

Perhaps she might even deign to reissue these two items from her oeuvre under new titles, incorporating some of these words, with the rest of the name suitably modified to harmonize:

• Purported Prior Puppy-love Purveyor


• Soi-Disant System Characterized by Sensitivity to Initial Conditions, Inability of its States to be Measured with Certainty and Displaying Dynamical Instabilities

Great quote from this article: "I know this road and so do my donkeys. If I don't find it, my donkeys will." I thought this was why people bought cars with automatic transmissions, cruise control, and GPS navigation.

I meant to blog this earlier, but I forgot.

In the past few years, many successful UK TV shows have been adapted for US audiences - Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?, The Weakest Link, Changing Rooms (which became Trading Spaces here), Men Behaving Badly, Pop Idol (aka American Idol) and The Office (still in pre-production here) to name but a few. Now it seems the trend is to be at least partially reversed with the imminent arrival of a UK version of The Apprentice starring Alan Sugar (a man once famously characterized on BBC Radio Four as a "local boy made bad" who thought "erudite" was a kind of glue) of Amstrad fame (or is that infamy?).

Anyway, what really caught my eye was this snippet at the end of the article:

Sir Richard is due to publicise the programme in New York on 

Thursday by jumping off the top floor of the Virgin Megastore 

wearing a jet pack.

Am I the only one who can see the following news flash come Friday morning?

Media tycoon Sir Richard Branson was killed today in a horrifying 

130-foot plunge from the top of the Virgin Megastore in New York, 

apparently as the result of the failure of a homebuilt jet-pack.  

Sir Richard leapt from the parapet high above Union Square with 

the words "Look at me, I'm flyi..." when his maiden voyage was 

cut short by equipment failure.  At this point, he departed from 

his script and ad-libbed "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiieeeee!" as he hurtled 

toward the ground.  His crumpled body was burned beyond recognition 

when the fuel tank on his improvised jet pack ruptured on impact 

with the sidewalk, resulting in a 30-foot fireball that instantly 

turned the scene into an impromptu funeral pyre.

Sir Richard was 53.

Meet Robert Frederick Chamberlain. See where he lives. Call some of his neighbors. And see what his hobbies are.

"Houston, we have a problem ..."

The good folks over at NASA are used to dealing with big numbers. Just as well. They have a new number to deal with. It represents the amount of money posted to their account for which they have "inadequate documentation". Now, I know about this kind of thing. It happens to me all the time. I'll take $100 out of the bank, buy a cup of coffee at Starbucks, maybe pick up a CD, perhaps even get lunch at a nearby hole-in-the-wall Thai place, and then look in my wallet, and there'll be, like, $11 in there. Where the hell did the rest go? Beats me.

So, you see, NASA's in good company. The only difference between them and me is the magnitude of the discrepancy. In my case, it's usually $20-$30 or so. In NASA's case, it's - wait for it - $565,000,000,000. Yes, boys and girls, five hundred and sixty five billion dollars. What's that you say? Have Bill Gates pay it off? Unfortunately, even Mr Gates' vast personal fortune would only erase a little over 5% of it.

I don't get this. I feel like I should, but I don't.

Need to figure out what the heck Dr. Octagon is saying? Want De La Soul lyrics? Check out The Original Hip-Hop Lyrics Archive.

I hate recycling blog entries from other blogs, but this one was too good. Imagine this article being published in a major US newspaper. It would never ever happen. Clear Channel wouldn't let an op-ed like this on the air. Murdoch and his band of wack-jobs would never let this on the air. For more fun, check out the original set of links from Memepool. Be sure to check out Rapture Ready... the FAQ is great!

A fine collection of fundamentalist Christian blathering. Dr. Hyles asserts that the Peace symbol is actually the sign of the anti-christ. Based on three words taken way out of context he asserts that god is interested in our clothes. Also, long hair indicates homosexuality. Plenty of fun reading...

The ultimate revenge fantasy site?

Somehow I missed this one: a fake ad for Kellogg's NutriGrain cereal bars, by Turnpike Films.

First we had the nookie-prostate-cancer-prevention, link, now we have a brussels-sprout-colon-cancer-prevention link.

"Now come on, dear, eat your sprouts like a good little boy for Mummy or God will give you colon cancer!"

Fact: The US Army's in-house newspaper ("Army Times") calls for Rummy(*)'s removal, as reported by the BBC and others (**)
Obvious GOP conclusion: The Army Times has become just another part of the infamous liberal media ...

(*) - Don't you just love this picture? What do you think he's saying? "Next time we go to war, we ought to find an enemy that isn't so damn photogenic. Like how 'bout some-a them Gooks with the slitty eyes like this?"
(**) - Maybe the online version of AT is an issue behind the print version. I dunno. If you can find the editorial in question on the site, please let me know where it is.

Ever thought "Wow, being a manager at a strip club must be the coolest job in the world!"? Think again.

Floppy RAID. It's so stupid, it's brilliant.

Tatt for tit.

Some people just love their 4x4's a little too much (NSFW)...