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Web Stats 2.20.09 – Now and Then
A glorious ascent from obscurity to slightly less obscurity.
You did it, guys! I’m so proud of you.

Rare photo of the ‘end’ of the rainbow – Sciencedude
Readers swoon at “end of the rainbow” photos (Video Montage)

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Johann Hari: You Are Being Lied to About Pirates

We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office. –Aesop (~550 BC)

Video Corner
The Twilight Zone Video: A World Of Difference
Half-Life Fans: Escape from City 17
Kittens Inspired By Kittens
Nobody is smarter than you are
http://www.apple.com/trailers/focus_features/9/

Don’t forget I’ve always got the VLog full of fresh youtube vids.

Welcome to Flow in Games

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The Matrix Page #1 <- The “I’m slow and want to be spoon fed slowly” link.
(I suggest starting here, then getting fed up and saying fuck it, and then coming back to me for link #12.)
The Matrix Page #12 <- Hey buddy, just cut to the chase and show me the end/repercussions!

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Are You Living in a Computer Simulation?

Supposing we live in a simulation, what are the implications for us humans? The foregoing remarks notwithstanding, the implications are not all that radical. Our best guide to how our posthuman creators have chosen to set up our world is the standard empirical study of the universe we see. The revisions to most parts of our belief networks would be rather slight and subtle – in proportion to our lack of confidence in our ability to understand the ways of posthumans. Properly understood, therefore, the truth of (3) should have no tendency to make us “go crazy” or to prevent us from going about our business and making plans and predictions for tomorrow.

Alien Artifact? World’s Weirdest Book? // Brainsturbator
(thanks steven!)

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(Speaking of which, Melanie… tell Will he never got The Flaming Lips’ Christmas on Mars DVD back to me. I still haven’t seen it. I told him not to keep it too long! I’m so good to you guys and look how you treat me!)

Jesus! These pictures are bigger than Jesus.
3200×2400? Christ, you can probably see my epidermis and everything!

Here’s some old photos and crap I found this morning that I hadn’t shown you yet. I used my little HD video camera to take a bunch of stills as well as video. I guess I was saving it so I could present the video and the pictures together, but video is a pain in the ass and I just don’t have enough ass to share right now.

Did I mention I’m going to the Demonican Dominican Republic tomorrow?
You might not hear from me for a week. I will miss you as well.
I’ll blog you a postcard.

HD Blur-Vision Video Camera Still Photos That Are Really Far Too Big

1. The first blurry batch below is from Sean Irving’s brilliant Cameratruck exhibit.
2. The second batch is from the Richmond Christmas Parade.

Overheard conversation at the Parade:
“How come the Star Wars people marched first and then the Renaissance Fair people much later? They came in on the same bus!” (ba-dum-dum! i don’t think he was kidding. true story. i swear it was funny at the time.)

3. The third batch is my family Christmas dinner. You shouldn’t be looking at that.

Hey gang. I’ve been lax. I haven’t coddled you, spanned your attentions to my vernacular* breast, lulled you to sleep with words and pictures. You’ve been stuck at work having to actually do work.

* I can repurpose the language as I see fit. You got a problem with that, get your own blog or buy mine for $19.99 plus duties.

Actually, that was my intention. I wanted you to appreciate that my blog is better than work so I rubbed your collective noses in it. Sadly, it backfired. You realized that life was better than my blog and you moved on. Life is pretty cool, I guess. They have some nice topics and they update a lot more frequently than I do. I can see why you might have faltered.

Well, luckily you little sycophants are still here, but you’re just trying to ride my coattails into failure! Well I say fail on your own dime and don’t just live vicariously through my tragic losses! Get out there! Lose a little! Failure is the new success, don’tcha know?

Actually, what I really realized was that, despite my Eckhart Tolle training releasing me of my ego, my ego must still be here and kicking because Facebook so satisfies my need for attention that I haven’t really needed you guys at all. And they give me instant gratification, instant responses, instantly lavish me with jostling or insulting commentary or backhanded compliments. What do you guys give me? An occasional bit of keyboard flapping from my friends and a web stat figure at midnight. Big deal. A man-sized ego can’t live on that alone!

Seriously, I don’t know what to do with this blog anymore. I feel like I’ve almost reached the end of my philosophical train. Kind of like when I went through that alien/UFO phase: I read every book I could on the subject and then burned myself out. I realized I wasn’t progressing in knowledge, I was just rehashing what I’d already learned. So I moved on and am just waiting for something new to happen on that front whilst I get on with my life. I don’t think I’ve missed much. Et tu life? Should I just say piss it to thinking about it and just start swimming? That’d be awkward.

I really would like to update the blog more often with tiny updates instead of these gargantuan epic vomitorium cascading into the arena of poor cellphone photography, but so far I have been unable to reduce the monumental pressure of hitting ‘Publish!‘ in wordpress to the same tiny emotional footprint, simple ease, and flippancy with which I update my facebook status. It’s hard because you’re watching my every move. I can dodge and weave, but my mistakes are all out there on display and you don’t correct them because you a) don’t care or b) whatever.

For instance: I’ve been putting commas inside the parentheses. You watched me make an ass of myself and said nothing! The arseholes that constructed this language confused me with their commas inside quotation marks and somehow I knew how to do it my whole life and then forgot at age 35. “Well yes mam,” said the farmer (trying hard not to forget his manners), “I do like a nice pie and milk after jazzercise.”

Also, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I was a bit of a stoner. True, I was a functional weed-head and my parallel parking abilities still went unmatched and I was an executive stoner, not your typical stoner portrayed in modern movies. I didn’t smoke bongloads, I carried a one-hitter and just kept a mild buzz on in the evenings; not enough to keel me over, but just enough to make life tolerable and regulate my serotonin levels.

I have learned from experience that a modicum of snuff can be most efficacious. – Baron Munchausen

Well I’m going on vacation to the Dominican Republic from the 20th to the 27th and I won’t be able to bring my little wooden friend on the plane. I will be weedless for a week. The last time I went without the herb I suffered the following side-effects: irritability, anger, frustration, insomnia, chest compaction, coughing, lack of attention span, memory problems (irony!), and I can’t remember if it affected my bowels or not, but doesn’t everything? The bowels are a microcosm of human society. Well, I didn’t want my girlfriend to be the only benefactor of the new and improved and angrier me, so I decided to just let my weed run out and try and play it sober till vacation, and maybe beyond! Best of all? You get to watch.

So, I will continue to live a sober and boring existence and face the rigors of the inevitable without my leafy crutch to steady my hand. Will I live? Will I be able to blog anymore? Will I regret my decision to leave wonder behind as I decay into mediocrity and consumerism and mainstream ideology and don my microchipped helmet and step in line with the rest of the cloned sheeple? Or will ignorance and lack of creativity and a suppression of my anti-authoritarianism be a loving embrace that I will never disparage again? To err is human, to sheep is divine!

This is the first of revelations in my ‘getting more personal with the blog’ phase. This phase usually precedes ‘writing blogs from my room in the asylum’ phase and ‘airing your dirty laundry in public is not the same as free therapy’ phase. I’ll put my gay “25 things about you” Facebook survey thing in the ‘read more’ just to prove my dedication to more personalization here. And I want to know you better too. Feel free to post some personal feelings or naked pictures in the comment section and I will berate you personally with my hulk sized rage from weed widthdrawl.

Let’s get to the pictures, shall we?

Now this is one serious gallery update. I’ve been using that confounded Blackberry. It is slow and unwieldy and my little iPhone friend can take 2 pictures (with much sharper colors) in the time that I unlock, hold in the camera button till it finishes focusing and whatever else it does, and then snaps for a slightly uncomfortable too long of a time. It’s ridiculous.

I think most of my pictures are like twenty million pixels by a billion and this whole folder full was like 35MB! I think I’ll tone that down a bit next time. You don’t need to see inside my pores to know I’m human. And you can forget “action snaps” or “driving snaps” like I used to do; that just isn’t practical with the Blackberry. Also, I can’t set a viewscreen on the back like I could with my old phone. I need to set up a whole new blog just for bitching about the Blackberry.

(No Synchromystics, I didn’t make it 108 on purpose! I deleted a couple of the cat ones because they sucked and wallah! It magically made itself.)

However, this phone does geotagging? Uhh… Like it can watermark the picture with the latitude and longitude or something? Awesome. I’m going to try that. For you. Always for you.

read more for personal stuff, ooooh!

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