Yep. Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water, Skiffy Tube drops even lower in their SF Purity Rating. Any takers on when the SFPR will drop under 20%?
Yawn. I fell asleep during answers to the second debate question last night. I thought the whole ‘town hall’ format was a waste of space. What ever happened to direct face-to-face debating?
“We flipped a coin to see who gets to insult whom to their faces first. We also selected two questions for tonight’s debate because we know that in this free-form format, we’re unlikely to get through more than one.
Senator, you won the toss. Please explain to your rival why you would make the best President and he would make the worst President. You may also use some of your (unscripted) time to explain why the opposition’s running mate is a doo-doo head.”
I think every politician out there is running scared from a ‘sweating on TV’ episode, which is why we no longer have real political debates.
BoingBoing runs a ‘see, we told ya so’ piece about the failure of datamining to accomplish its desired goals for Minority Reportesque style of snooping.
But I think it’s a sham, a put up, misdirection of the best kind: if your spy program works and everyone is watching it, the only way you can simultaneously reduce monitoring by commie-pinko-liberals-who-DO-have-something-to-hide-otherwise-why-would-they-care-? types and quell concerns is to discredit it yourself:
‘Oh, that old thing we wasted several billions on? Never worked, totally useless. BTW – what was your social security number again?’
From the ‘Get Off My Lawn You Snot-Dribbling Flat-Headed Cretins’ department:
Also from BoingBoing, a report on the Esozone Festival, described by one attendee as:
Noah Mickens, who will take part in the festivities, defines it this way: “Esozone is an exhibition of scientists, philosophers, magicians and performance artists, gathered together by a subculture of young radicals who don’t recognize the distinction between the four.”
Don’t recognize the distinction between scientists and magicians? Philosophers and performance artists?
Here, allow me to demonstrate. I’m going to do a magic trick that will make it appear as if I just kicked you in the testicals. Don’t cringe, it won’t hurt. There. Done. Looked pretty real, huh? Feel anything? No, of course you didn’t.
Now, on the other hand, here’s a physics demonstration that illustrates the transfer of energy in a most compelling manner – one swift kick to the nuts. Thwunk! Feel anything?
No difference between them…
Via SF Brewed Fresh Daily to SFSignal to Me, this piece on pulp art - something I know a little bit about. (Excellent images of some SF pulp covers and interiors).
Last, but not least, the Space Writer goes political, an event as rare as certain super novas.
OMG! 3 Million on an planetarium overhead projector:
OMG – how much did we waste on this autonomous off road vehicle toy car?
We spent how much on a weightless environment human waste processing system toilet?
You took how much in contributions bribes from Keating?
Ok, so the previous bit wasn’t the last one. Sue me.
from the ‘Not Nearly As Frustrated Today’ vault:
The PayPal foobar is (almost) resolved. Mentioning this will remaind me to re-visit the issue of internet security issues versus real security.
The (other) website issues are (finally) working themselves out, just in time to be completely fixed (I hope) for the upcoming weekend)
I finished my story; one final go-thru with the pen and paper, perhaps a couple of small re-writes and then off it goes to Ray Gun Revival.
The frustration meter has dropped from red-flecked orange to a warm shade of yellow.