4 posts tagged “links”

By way of Seeqpod:
Links: Gutbucket and Gutbucket's MySpace

Dry Humping the American Dream

Gutbucket is weird stuff. It's got rock bits, and jazz bits, and other odd bits. Take a listen, you might like it. I especially enjoy Punkass Rumbledink.

By way of SlashDot:
Links: The Future of Reading and The Right To Read

The Future of Reading is a sort of call and response piece talking about how Amazon's new Kindle thingy has a bullshit Terms of Service. Bullshit TOSs aren't uncommon, but I think heavy restrictions on reading are a rather serious detriment to society. Richard Stallman's The Right To Read reminds me of Kurt Vonnegut's Harrison Bergeron.

I have a metformin and a zolpidem in me, and it's past the midnight hour. Writing is obviously what I should be doing.

Y'all still going to Project Download and downloading that itty bitty .txt file, right?

Let's take a look at the more interesting parts of how I wasted my day.

Thought-Controlled Prosthetics is a SlashDot article I commented on.

While not everyone appreciates Fullmetal Alchemist references, I do not think I would have been filtered out by the Stupid Filter. By the way, the FAQ for that site is hilarious. (Also something I saw on SlashDot.)

The problem I have with filtering Stupid from the Internet like impurities out of cheap vodka is that Internet Stupidity is, to me, a comforting moss growing around the trees. I know that no matter how fascinating and/or important any particular subject is, some Anon will mock it thoroughly, with little or no logical basis. I think we should harness the power of Eternal September to pave our streets, light our cities, and destroy the cultures of our dysfunctional economic relationship partnersterrorist countries.

Do Not Fuck With The Wu-Tang Clan

08 C.R.E.A.M.

Who reads this? Fuck, I put the link in almost all my e-mails. Ah well, I'm tired of worrying about watching my words. I've got the itch to write and I don't give a damn if anyone gets pissed off because of it. I'll alter names to protect the (possibly) innocent.

Roommate C's girlfriend is taking way too much of an interest in my masturbatory habits. It's not a secret that I wank. But that doesn't mean I'm comfortable giving out fap details to a Bitch magazine reader. I am a man, and I will define my comfort zone any way I please, you damned hippies.

Roommate D has been trying to sex this cute little Jersey broad so long, it's giving me blueballs. She's nice, but she's got a case o' the boyfriend, don'tcha know. In my experience, that's a big fucking neon sign spelling TROUBLE in eight or nine different languages. But that's something that can't be taught - only learned.

Roommate B might be asexual. I can't tell, seeing as I find it challenging to converse with him for an extended period of time.

I wish I had Spider Jerusalem's balls, Denis Leary's delivery, Neal Stephenson's talent, and Doktor Sleepless' working knowledge of electricity's health applications.

Things are going to change when I get cancer. Eyeball tattoos and bling are most definitely in order. And I'm going to do pretty much every drug that doesn't involve a needle. Sweet, sweet drugs. Come on cancer, sock it to me!

Reading SlashDot can make a guy pretty damn paranoid. The MAFIAA wants to filter my Internet while the gubmint is manufacturing hurt.

But life ain't all bad. I'm buying cases of Jolt and selling them to people. I met this fellow Billy Jack who wanted two cases. Consequently, we ended up hanging out for a few hours when he came to my dorm to pay me. This dude threw knowledge at me like irrational hate at a Prussian Blue concert. Speaking of music, he's in a musical group called MisEuphoria. So do me a favor and go check out his band's MySpace.

Did I hit you beautiful savages with enough links in this entry? Yeah, you know you like it.

I freely admit that I am a Real Live Person. I am not Anonymous because I choose not to be another faceless coward, though faceless cowards are welcome. I give you bits of my life, trusting that you will not abuse me with the knowledge you gain. I give you opinions, hoping they trigger your thought process. I give you facts which may or may not be true, and you had better damn well figure out how to tell veracity from fiction. You are free to call me on anything I say, as long as I can do the same to you. As always, Godwin's Law applies.

This is what I think the Internet should be.

You know what's rad? Randomn3ss.com is rad. It is so rad that it is also Superbad. It is so rad that that it does not make me sad.

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