June 25, 2004
Waste Management
Is anyone else having trouble downloading from the Waste network? I haven't been able to pull anything through it for days. What happens is, I select a glob of files and tell it to download them, it puts them all in the DL queue, then just ceaselessly cycles them in and out of the "downloads" tab, trying to connect on each one for a few seconds, then putting it back into the queue. No progess is ever made. I did manage to download a few things in the early times, but lately it's fucked. Insights?
In other network news, check out the new Streets and Gift of Gab, now available on my exposed flank.
June 23, 2004
But she looks so nice...
I thought you guys would definitely be interested in one Mr. Rocco Siffredi retiring. Could it be coincidence that this is happening right as colin is getting married? I think not.
check out the story
The Other Side of Doveman
At the risk of exposing that I'm the only one among us who didn't already know this, I hereby report my observation of the following connection: the Thomas Bartlett who's playing keyboards on Mike Doughty's current tour, and who many of us encountered in that rock and roll capacity these two Sundays past, is the same Thomas Bartlett who writes Salon's "Wednesday Morning Download" column.
It's admitted in so many words at the doveman site.
Today's wmd is up in this jeaun.
June 22, 2004
future illinois senator jackass ryan
i'm sure you illinois jeauns have seen jack ryan's obnoxious commercials for the senate. anyway, here is some dirt on that guy...
June 20, 2004
I got married.....
Wow. Now I'm wed. And I have a beautiful wife. Thanks and love to all that came and helped out, especially Chris, Win, Ade, and Brian.
June 17, 2004
the feeble seed
Ticonderobics.com is, for one intent and purpose, up. I think all the downloads work. We'll have all the other perfunctory band crap at the "T" link in the next couple days. There are a couple EPs i don't think anyone has heard, so now you can burn them for, like, the road. Any suggestions would be appreciated, but we pretty much have no clue what we're doing, and I'm amazed that anything works at all.
June 16, 2004
How are you getting to IA?
We haven't had much luck figuring out rides from Chicago to Grinnell this weekend. I made a new Nounatron page on which everyone can make known to the universe their availability and preference. It's a ride board for the next generaton. Everyone go edit that up so we can get this settled pronto.
June 14, 2004
Me. Me, me, me, me . . .
The boys said that I should post my new little slice of glory.
Coming soon to a store front near you.
Cool way to waste time
I read about this website in PC magazine and have been using it pretty regularly to find music I might like. I showed Gravy it and he said I should post it up.
Type in a band name and hit search. It then comes up with a clickable and zoomable map of bands similar to or linked to the one you searched on.
For you artsy types I found this and thought is was pretty cool too.
Fun with sand and an overhead projector
Krom lives under the mountain
I saw this on the most recent Photoshop Friday at SomethingAwful.
I thought many of you would appreciate it.
June 13, 2004
24 Hour Dot Com
Some arty computer nerds in Berlin have taken on a project to design, build and IPO a dot com in 24 hours. Their website is a blog with their probgress in developing the the thing.
They come up with an "internet command-line". You can go to their site and do searches at any site (google, yahoo, allmusic, imdb, etc) using a keyword before your search. And if there's a search engine you want to use that they don't have, you can add it yourself. It's a bit buggy, and there's a distinct possibility that you may be unexpectedly redirected to goatse.cx. You can try it out at http://www.dozomo.com/.
They've put themselves up for sale on ebay if you want to be the proud owner of your very own dotcom.
June 11, 2004
Fred Phelps has no respect
I've got to be honest, I wasn't a fan of Reagan. Something about his lackadaisical approach to economic policies, Iran-Contra, not really recognizning that Latin American countries aren't US territorial possessions.
But anyway, I don't think I would picket his funeral and delcare him to be in hell. But the West Baptist Church of Topeka Kansas felt like they should.
Here, check out their website of tolerance and Christian love, appropriately titled godhatesfags.com
Now, I'm an atheist, even though I work for a church. As far as I understand it, there's something to Christianity that makes god incapable of hate. These people obviously don't get that part.
That's a pic of them protesting Reagan's funeral at the National Cathedral. Evidently, they feel that a)Reagan was a 'sodomite enabler' and that b)9/11 was somehow good because it was god telling us to stop letting gay people have sex with each other. Personally, although I tried to understand the reasons behind 9/11, I would (try) beat the shit out of anyone I saw with a "Thank god for 9/11" sign.
Asshats. If only there was some way to exterminate the damn fundies from Kansas so they'd stop making the rest of us look so bad.
June 10, 2004
Your Mom Would Be Pleased
In the interest of new and exciting entries, this is what my mother emailed me today.
Die Website
June 07, 2004
June 06, 2004
PBR Poker
The other night at Graver's we came up with the idea of having a party that would also give us an opportunity to triple our money in a few short hours. It's basically a long hand of five-card draw played with the caps from bottles of PBR.
I'm quite sure it's been done before, but I think it'd be a blast. I think we should come up with a set of official rules. We've got a page on Nounatron for it, which I think will be the final location for the rules. I'll lay out my basic idea for the game. Let's get some ideas for rules, regulations, and variations.
Every player pays their ante to the Pabst Dealer (PD) in order to begin playing. Each player must drink five PBRs to get their first draw. Once all the players have completed their first hand, they can choose to exchange up to four of their cards/caps according to the standard rules for five card draw. Once all players have completed their final hands, everyone one lays out their hand and the winner gets the loot and everybody else gets drunk.
Questions:
Do we incorporate rounds of betting? Do we bet money or beers? What if people want to drink more than five PBRs before everyone else is done? Will they be forced to drink some alternative beverage? Miller High Life? Do we keep our hands secret, or will everyone know what everyone else has got? What's an appropriate buy-in amount?
June 03, 2004
New terminology for Terp
Here's the conversation I just had with my trusty SBC customer service representative:
Sean: Our records show, Nicholas, that your local charges are $40.
Terp: Then why do I have a bill in front of me for $114?
Sean: Well, your local charges are $40. Then you have $74 in long distance charges from your long distance provider.
Terp: WHO?
Sean: You have signed on with a long distance provider other than SBC, and those charges are from them.
Terp: Okay, but I didn't DO anything.
Sean: Well, it's possible that you were slammed.
Terp: Okay look, I make a lot of stupid phone calls when I'm drunk, but I can almost guarantee you that NONE of them are to long distance providers. I don't even answer the phone when they call, drunk or sober.
Sean (giggling): No sir, not slammed in the sense of "intoxicated," but . . .
Which brings me to my point.
Google "Phone slamming." It appears as if there's no preferred site with comprehensive information, so it's easiest if I just have you search it your damn selves.
This happened to me. And it's illegal. Sean is sending me an informational pamphlet on phone slamming because it's common enough to warrant a pamphlet.
June 01, 2004
Public events calendar
Here is an incredibly boring post to let everyone know that my band will be playing one of its last shows this Thursday night in Evanston, at Nevin's Live on Sherman St. So make the pilgrimage north and I'll buy you a beer to show my appreciation.