I’m glad nobody was seriously hurt, but DAMN this is sad — this beautifully restored Boeing 707 Stratoliner, the last of its kind, crashes into Elliott Bay. On behalf of the staff and management of the Speed City Velocitors, this sucks.
Prozac may cause cancer? Oh fuck, this means Liz Wurtzel’s going to write another stinkin’ book…
That hippie cant about “we are stardust, we are golden?” It may not be hippie crap. (My disdain for the line about “we’ve got to get back to the garden” still stands, though. How about “we’ve got to get back to the asteroid field,” huh?)
The eye means more to Alain Saverot than to anyone else. He lives through his eyes. He creates through his eyes. He understands through his eyes. His insatiable eye knows how to see and to learn. (Are you not happy for Alain Saverot?)
Wish I’d thought of this — news.com has interviewed one of the two lawyers that first spammed the Net. Really interesting stuff, and a sketch of a man bemused by his place in history.
A bit early for April Fool’s, but I just love this RFC too much to wait. (Did I just admit I read RFCs for fun? Oh for God’s sake. I really am not fit for decent company these days.)
So I’ve had my first full day of intensive Macintosh exposure in quite some time. As I sit back and contemplate the galaxy of straightened paperclips twinkling on my desktop, I have but one question for the Macintosh users in the audience: ARE YOU PEOPLE FREAKIN’ MASOCHISTS?!?!?!? Now, send me letters telling me how wonderful I am for not tossing that crashy heap of silicon attitude out the freakin’ window.