There are days when I really love my job. Today was one of them.
P.S. If you think this is even remotely funny, please Digg the shit out of this.
Semper fudge.
There are days when I really love my job. Today was one of them.
P.S. If you think this is even remotely funny, please Digg the shit out of this.
I’m not sure how I feel about the concept of a Reservoir Dogs Video Game, but I’m pretty sure that this commercial kicks loads of ass.
P.S. This is totally NSFW — that is, unless your workplace is down with a advert containing a granny saying “dick” a lot.
Before I go to bed, I want to dump one question out into the ether…
What the fuck happened to Measure Map after Google took it and Jeff Veen off of Adaptive Path’s hands?
I probably could have put this on the last post, but I’ve just gotta say that the WiFi here is really quite nice. Much nicer than the conference WiFi that I’m used to, actually. Hopefully it stays nice thru the day.
Just in case you want to say hey, here’s the sessions I’m going to try to be in at WordCamp:
If you want to check out the other talks, you should probably peep the schedule for yourself.
After spending seven and a half hours on the road — three of which were in LA traffic I might add1 — I’m set up on the fold out at Frazier’s downright palatial Oaktown lair.
Tomorrow is WordCamp, where Frazier and I will will be representing Hipster Mafia2. What that means is him and I are going to go to assorted talks and I’m going to give out business cards and act like a wanker3.
If you see me in the hall and want to say hello or throw rotten fruit, walk over and do so.
I’ll try to update a few times tomorrow as I sit in the sessions — but you know how it goes with me and promising to make updates, right? ;)
Update: Oh, shit… Apparently this little segment got Stephen banned from Wikipedia.
I am so glad that folks have been uploading old The State skits to YouTube so I can show people like Frazier (who is way too young to have caught this when it aired on MTV) that they were the shit.
Next time you want to out cool your one friend who brags about downloading the Gnarls Barkley album “months before it was released here in the U.S.”, try dropping any of these fake band names into a conversation:
Oh, they’re good — but have you heard The Iron-On Letters? Fucking transcendent. I saw them open for Colin Meloy when he was doing his solo Morrissey acoustic thing a while back. I’m pretty sure they’ve got a MySpace.
I guarantee it’ll work almost every time… Well, at least until your friend Googles whatever band you name check and finds this post. *shrug*
A full beard. + 110 degree heat. = No fun.
If everyone wasn’t so damn used to it, I’d have no problems shaving it all off. But alas, it’s one of those things that makes me who I am.
*shrug* C’est la vie.
*snicker* [via]
Like any good internet beta whore, I just started using twttr. And while it’s pretty cool and rather promising, there are a few things that I really wish it had…
I’m really not trying to be a curmudgeon, honest. I just think that this stuff would take twttr from being a novel application to something I actually use frequently.
P.S. Like, OMG! Add me!
P.P.S. According to Jack — who happens to be the dude behind twttr — ponies #1 and #2 are already being worked on. Hooray!
P.P.P.S. What’s more, pony #3 is a non issue. Apparently the “update sent” message only gets sent to your phone on your first message. Sweet!