Monday, March 29, 2004

Sic transit litteratura

From this week's World Wide Words:

Allan Paris writes: "I don't know if the sign on a restaurant in
North Carolina is a non sequitur or is merely ignorant: 'Lenten
Specials. All You Can Eat'."

Michael Quinion's mailing list makes Monday mornings a joy.

Thursday, March 25, 2004

Rules of Argument

Charles' Rules of Argument should be read by anyone attempting to go near The Motley Fool, Usenet, or even Telnet BBS's.

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

Quality Control

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Drown some shamrock

"Eternal is the fact that the human creature born in Ireland and brought up in its air is Irish. I have lived for twenty years in Ireland and for seventy-two in England; but the twenty came first, and in Britain I am still a foreigner and shall die one."

George Bernard Shaw

[via Something...]

Thursday, March 11, 2004

One, two, three, four, five...

This animation reminds me of the old Sesame Street counting video with the pinball machine. It's really very well done with some quite neat music (reminds me of Gong) [via b3ta].

Also, thanks to Simon Brunning, I'm now a member of Orkut, the technological equivalent of cliques at school. As I was invited that way, I extend the invitation to anyone here to ask for an invite.

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

Careful with that Mail Eugene

Thank goodness my email embarassments have been limited to sending blank emails to a large distribution list. This lady wasn't quite so lucky. I do approve of the reply that was sent:
"I mean, come on, I quote 'Oh Alex I so wanted you to be there to hold my hand, I love music'. Who talks like that? What are you, like 16 or something? Alex, you need to sort this out. If she is 16, you're in trouble. If she's not then you need to get rid of her asap before she takes over your life..."

Monday, March 08, 2004


Friday, March 05, 2004


Friday funny:

After 50+ years of wondering why he didn't look like his younger sister
or brother, the old man finally got up the nerve to ask his mother if he
was adopted.

"Yes, you were son," his mother said as she started to cry softly, "but
it didn't work out and they brought you back."

Thursday, March 04, 2004


Tuesday, March 02, 2004

Am I that bad?

The Last Man on Earth
Shit, rejected again. You are The Last Man on Earth.

Sorry, but most women would rather see the human species wither to an end--and therefore deny the most fundamental instinct that living creatures have--than sleep with you.

We've learned the following: you don't think things through. You're haphazard. You're dangerous. You're somewhat inexperienced. It's totally obvious that you're a horny bugger, as well. Everybody knows that and steers clear.

To top things off, when you do find your way into a relationship, you tend to be a dick somewhere down the line and fuck it all up.

There's a small, but negligible, chance we're wrong. In any case, your friends find your shit hilarious. There's nothing cooler than a dude reducing himself to human rubble.

The OK Cupid test from The Spark seems a bit harsh to me even if it is tongue-in-cheek.