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I bought a Danger 2 today. It has an ssh client. I am updating the blog from my new phone. How cool is that?
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Not that this has been incited, but...
The great thing about the Internet is the freedom. I can call you a nigger. I can say that I have wet fish muskets stuffed up my ass. I can use a plunger to flush out the polar bear that has taken up residence in my toilet. See? No repurcussions. Sure, I've pissed people off. I've offended some poeple, but, as I have alwways said, Fuck them.
I've been offended before. I know how awful it feels, the empty pit in yer stomache, the hate, helplesness. I had one hell of a grammar school experience, just like you may be having one hell of an Internet experience.
It's a strange ballance, these words. On one hand, the words mean large quantities of things. this is the daytime. One the other hand, these words are bandied about as though they were made of nerf. words that are transmited online should carry an infinitesimal amoutn of weight. They are Terrificly entertaining. But they are empty, weightless, and defunct.
Words in physical space, in meatspace, in the real world are heavy. they are understanded, and the most time-intensive form of entertainment.
Anyway, Apple has been updating quite a bit recently. Perhaps bounties on exploits are paying off. But seriously, iChat? Piece of shit. Tear it down, start over. Unless it gets better in 10.3.
Oh, here's somethign I can do for my mom, that may help your moms also: Mom, here's how to get on iChat and talk to me! In real time! Whenever you want! IM's are for moms, too. The stats on Gamasutra say that men are early adopters of games. After 30 or 40, that's it. But after 30 and 40 for women, it's an explosion. Old women latch onto the Internet well. Old men stare blankly at the screen with their jaws agape, worried that they've just accidentally flushed their life's story down the digital toilet.
Anyway, mom, go here (I hope this works, work with me you Virginia assholes). Then open the icon on your dock that has a speech bubble and a little yellow man. It's called iChat. In there, put in the screennname you signed up for at this site.
Then, add a buddy. In the address book, make sure you specify an AOL Instant Messenger screennname. Now, put in the screennname of the person you want to communicate with (I am "jesusaimsux" mom).
dangled a with.... big no-no.
Now double click onjesusaimsux in the long list window with the grey outline. A window will pop up. That will be directly to me. type somethign and press return.
Just remember... I am a bully in the playground.
=Osama Bin Laden struck a blow for all humanity. His minions of dedicated men took it upon themselves to take down the two most garish, souless, and evil buildings in the world. The World Trade Centers were hated by New Yorkers because they blocked out the sun and had absolutely no artistic merit. The world hated them because they represented the middlemen. The smiling jerks in between deals that rub their cocks all over the hands that are shaking, leaving the whole process sticky and desgusting.
On the Internet, free content is king. If you have to pay for it, no one will find it. It's locked down. This data should be liberated.
The man was keeping Osama down. It was locking up the TV's and Radios, and computers, and sex dolls, and badgers, and wallruses, and chairs, and meat, and ducks, and cinamin sticks, and legs, and wigs, and web browsers, and videogames, and uncles, and shiny rims, and fish tanks, and water moccasins, and oder eaters, and coca-cola... well, I guess they hade Coca-Cola... and Fords, and Power Drills, lamps, and everything but carpets really.
Osama wanted to get all this stuff for his people, and free. But the World Trade Center... It said "Mine! Bitch! Pay me in the blood of your goats and ancestors!"
So Osama got together his friends, and liberated some data.
I don't want to toot my own horn....
But, today I pulled off a major Coupe-de-ta. So, yesterday, first day on the job, I show up and Jill tells me that the Magic the Gathering World Championships are going on at Fort Mason until Sunday. She had been invited down to a press luncheon, but declined due to the phenominal work load she'd been saddled with due to the former staff of the mag being out of town.
So, I called Laura Tomasetti, the owner of Tomasetti PR, the firm that handles all Wizards of the Coast PR, and asked if Richard Garfield was in town. It turns out that he was, and is. So i toddled on down there today at 3 and talked with the WotC crew as well as with Richard (the creator of that card game, Wallet: the Emptying). Throughout the meeting, Richard seemed quiet, overwhelmed, and bored. He kept looking around nervously, and trying to talk, but was interupted by the director of brands from WotC everytime he tried to talk.
Now, for those of you who don't know, Richard is a gaming GOD. The man knows more about games than anyone aside from, possibly, Steve Jackson. Richard is also unbeholden to any entity, as he sold the right to Magic: The Gathering many moons ago and made an absolute mint in the process. So here I am talking to a Marketing weenie, a game developer, and Richard, and Richard can't get a word in edgewise. I felt awkward and uncool.
So, the Marketing weasel and the game dude said thanks and bye. Richard stood and nodded, quietly, as the WotC folk vacated the premesis. But something in Richard's body-language told me he wanted to stay and chat. So I stood there, and he came up to me and began talking.
I am paraphrasing here... Richard says to me "I'm very interested in writing for you. I've wanted to start a blog or something online to talk about videogames, but I haven't done it yet." I said, "Well, what would you think of writing a collumn for our magazine or website?" He said he was very interested, and rattled off his email address, phone number, and a bunch of ideas for stories.
The upside: myself and Alex, the founder of my new magazine, are having lunch with Richard, and just Richard, tomorrow at 1 PM. Oh my god, I am so leet.
On the way home, I stopped at Van Kleefs. It's getting to the point that I can't stop in at any of the bars on my street because the owners will all insist on getting me blind stinking drunk for free... Is that a bad thing?
The worst part of all of this? Life is getting exponentially better thanks to that pig fucker Bush. Well, it may not be his doing... But fuck, I hate to think he's responsible.