I like steak sandwiches.

As requested, more 0sil8 foolishness:

Jesse steals part of 0sil8 and puts it up at Quasistatic.

Caroline doesn’t know what she’s going to do with this, but here it is. She is also running Croon, which is a really great idea for a site.

Jason blithers and blathers about design on Glassdog.

It’s come to my attention that there are certain former overlords out there that don’t “get” 0sil8. I couldn’t be happier.

Plus, I’m turning 25 in two days. And I’m getting the best gift in the whole world. :)

I went a’dancin’ last night. Beat Radio is going off the air so they threw a little party at First Ave last night called “Beatoff”. It was fun…for the most part…it was a little annoying because of the nature of the crowd. Usually, a techno show at First Ave means a techno crowd; a crowd that comes to dance and experience the event instead of scoping for that night’s lay or getting drunk. Instead, last night’s crowd was very much the typical bar crowd. Sigh. Don’t get me wrong, the music was good (most of the time) and I had fun dancing, but it just wasn’t the most ideal atmosphere to deal with when all I really wanted to do was dance.

One of my five favorite web-type people has resurfaced. Finally. After an absence that seems about three years long, Evany is back. If you’ve never been to her site, go. Now. If you’ve been there before, she’s got some new content up. Plus, she’s now the senior editor at Webmonkey.

No wonder people think physics and math are so hard. Consider the following from Black Holes and Time Warps by Kip Thorne, a book I’m currently reading:

(pg. 463) Topology is a branch of mathematics that deals with the qualitative ways in which things are connected to each other or to themselves. For example, a coffee cup and a doughnut “have the same topology” because (if they are both made from putty) we can smoothly and continuously deform one into the other without tearing it, that is, without changing any connections.

Thus, we are forced to conclude that doughnuts and coffee cups are made out of putty. Aren’t we?

I didn’t think it was possible: someone has come up with a new take on the “what’s cool, what’s not cool on the Internet” thing.

People I would or wouldn’t fuck on the Internet.

I’m not sure whether I’m disappointed or relieved that I’m in the “I wouldn’t fuck” column. At the very least, this guy owes me an explanation as to why I’m not spongeworthy.

At least he spelled my name right…more than I can say for a lot of the other words on the page. Mispellings galore & bad grammer….I think he goes in my “wouldn’t fuck” column. No soup for you. Next!

Well, it’s been a bit since I urged people to steal my Web site. Here are some early results:

http://www.aberratum.com/0sil8.html
http://andrew.newdream.net
http://www.vitaflo.com/lab/0sil8/index.html
http://www.flawed.com/0sil8/index2.html

Have you seen 0sil8 anywhere else? Do you care? Email.

Ladies and gentlemen, The Ride™ is dead. Let’s all observe a moment of silence.

 
What is The Ride, you ask? The Ride was my 1981 Pontiac Bonneville…quite possibly the longest car ever to roll off of the production line. It was huge and a huge crowd favorite. Kids and adults alike came from miles around just to take a ride in it. It brought people together. It loved us all.

But The Ride got too unreliable. Finicky fuel pump. 1 quart of oil every 100 miles. Inoperative gas gauge. One missing “bright” headlamp. No dome light. Missing rearview mirrow. Flat spare tire. Idled too fast. Wouldn’t run right in traffic or when it was hot. “Check engine” light on all the time. Clock didn’t work and displayed 12:00 when the blinker was on. Clock also displayed 12:00 when the bass was loud on the radio. Leaked power steering fluid. Radio tuner knob inoperable. Broken air conditioning. Among other things.

So it was time to get something else. My “new” car is a 1990 Nissan Sentra, formerly (and solely) owned by a minister. It’s not spectacular, but it works well and it’s mine.

Anyone out there ever done any shingling? It’s pretty fun…and a welcome change from the computer. You’re outside, getting a tan, wind in your hair, pounding nails, scraping up your knuckles on the shingles until they bleed, hoisting 75 pounds of shingles on your shoulder and climbing up a ladder. Ahhh…that’s the stuff.

Also, go see Hey, Geek Girl. It’s a perfect idea…advice for geeks from one of the coolest and smartest geeks I know.