The song titled 'the internet is for porn' has been floating around the interwebs for awhile now, but I just came across a version I hadn't seen before. Done up with some of my favourite videogame characters no less. Including Yuna and Lara. The song is surprisingly catchy, and its funny as hell.
Funnier still because watching it at work (on my break of course) just led to my admittal to my coworker that the reason I got into web dev waaaay back was initially from me reading source code to see if I could hack into sites that hosted, you guessed it... porn.
Labels: everything else, gaming, porn
Saying goodbye to Rose Tyler...
This is something I have been patiently waiting to do just in case there was a Doctor Who fan in existence that somehow didn't know that Billie Piper was leaving the series as of this season's finale. I didn't want to spoil but now that the thrice-damned CBC finally finished airing season 2 this week, here it is.
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I've been slowly doling myself out the episodes of Season 2 of the new Doctor Who so that I could savour the last times I get to see Billie Piper anywhere near a Tardis. (That and because I have been in love with Doctor Who since before I could walk.) Like everyone on this side of mirror-world, I knew that Billie's character would be leaving the show before the first episode of the second season was aired. (Damn you again for not showing the series earlier, CBC!)
Billie was even better in this season than in the first. More comfortable with the character, clearly a better rapport with the new Doctor, and the stories that were written for her gave her much more room to act in. Even her smaller parts in the best episodes of the season, 'Love and Monsters and 'The Girl in the Fireplace', easily demonstrated why she was such an asset to the show.
But it is hard, having such a huge crush on a fictional character. Sort of like breaking up with a girl who never dated you. Or spoke to you. Or knew your name. Or ever existed.
Now if I want to get my fix, I can either watch her in the hardly-enough 26 episodes and an xmas special of Who that she appeared in (Hooray!) or I can listen to some of Billie's early forays into Pop music (Oh The Humanity!).
But my crush notwithstanding, Rose will be missed on the show. Her character was a very large part of what made the comeback of Doctor Who so well received, and its a pretty safe bet that nothing she does over the rest of her career will have the same effect. If you're looking for comparisons, think Wil Wheaton leaving Star Trek to do movies. He turned out to be a hell of a writer, but a great acting career choice, that was not.
As partial tribute/proof of my dysfunction, here are links to other posts of mine about this most righteous of Tardis companions. So long, Rose:
is it wrong to love Billie Piper this much?
and the love affair with Billie Piper continues
By way of consoling my grief, I can tell myself that there's always Smallville's Chloe (at least until they do what every fan knows is coming and kill her off).
Labels: doctor who, scifi, smallville
One of my all time favourite authors is the unabashed atheist, humanist and rationalist, Isaac Asimov. From his short story Nightfall, to the Foundation books, to all of the combined stories which defined and explored the Laws of Robotics, Asimov was a masterful storyteller.
I would go so far as to say that the genre of science fiction, as brought to life by comics, tv, movies and literature owes a huge debt to this author, whose works broke trail that many writers, talented and not-so alike, have followed. And if I ever complete anything that can then someday be published I will most definitely fall into the 'not-so' camp, and that's okay by me. I accept who I am.
I recently came across a short story of Asimov's that I had somehow missed, and notwithstanding the author's own paternal pride for this particular work, instantly fell in love with it. I highly recommend you take a few minutes to read it. It's a really good story.
Here is Asimov's best work The Last Question, selected from literally thousands of his own writings. In his own words it is 'by far my favorite story of all those I have written'.
I have mirrored the file here, in case the link above stops working. Entropy, you understand. Well maybe you don't. But you will after reading the story.
I would go so far as to say that the genre of science fiction, as brought to life by comics, tv, movies and literature owes a huge debt to this author, whose works broke trail that many writers, talented and not-so alike, have followed. And if I ever complete anything that can then someday be published I will most definitely fall into the 'not-so' camp, and that's okay by me. I accept who I am.
I recently came across a short story of Asimov's that I had somehow missed, and notwithstanding the author's own paternal pride for this particular work, instantly fell in love with it. I highly recommend you take a few minutes to read it. It's a really good story.
Here is Asimov's best work The Last Question, selected from literally thousands of his own writings. In his own words it is 'by far my favorite story of all those I have written'.
I have mirrored the file here, in case the link above stops working. Entropy, you understand. Well maybe you don't. But you will after reading the story.
That's what Sting had to say seconds before breaking into the opening of Roxanne at this year's Grammy Awards, marking the first time The Police had officially played together on stage in over 20 years (notwithstanding their 2003 Hall of Fame induction). It was awesome, made particularly more so by the fact that I didn't have to sit through the rest of a horrible awards show that applauds music that I don't listen to. I'm looking right at you, Justin Timberlake.
From the first notes it was clear that the band wasn't just back, but that they seemingly hadn't gone anywhere at all. They sounded just as good Sunday night than they ever did when they were together as a band, either live or in the studio.
But what wasn't clear was if the band was back for anything more than that show only. There have been rumours flying around for years about a reunion tour, but the band didn't confirm that they would indeed be touring together this year until the day after the Grammy's at a press conference.
And guess who just bought tickets?
Maybe its not good to have too many things to look forward to. Sometimes I think people can be living too much for what is coming around the corner instead of what is right in front of them. But in this case, I'm going to let my personal philosophy about living for today slide, and just say that I am really looking forward to this concert.
From the first notes it was clear that the band wasn't just back, but that they seemingly hadn't gone anywhere at all. They sounded just as good Sunday night than they ever did when they were together as a band, either live or in the studio.
But what wasn't clear was if the band was back for anything more than that show only. There have been rumours flying around for years about a reunion tour, but the band didn't confirm that they would indeed be touring together this year until the day after the Grammy's at a press conference.
And guess who just bought tickets?
Maybe its not good to have too many things to look forward to. Sometimes I think people can be living too much for what is coming around the corner instead of what is right in front of them. But in this case, I'm going to let my personal philosophy about living for today slide, and just say that I am really looking forward to this concert.
Labels: music
I've recently been spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about my help desk job and how it is pretty much boldly going nowhere fast. The pay is pretty good, but I am on contract with a vendor, so I'm pretty much a temp. I actually taught Trin the phrase 'Daddy Temp' the other day and she ran around the house yelling it at the top of her lungs.
Yes it was funny. But it didn't make me feel a hell of a lot better about my job.
To add to my discomfiture I recently came across a clip on MSN video about Fortune Magazine naming Google as the best company in America to work for. This from a list of 100 great places to work in the US.
Perks include on-site doctors, laundry services, 11 gourmet restaurants, barber shop, car washes, fitness center, massages and games rooms. All free of course. Oh and don't forget about $5,000 toward buying a hybrid electric/gas car. Or bringing your pet with you to work.
Link here
I suppose I could feel worse about my job after watching the clip, but I can console myself with the fact that I would never, ever have a chance in hell of getting a job at Google anyways.
Yes it was funny. But it didn't make me feel a hell of a lot better about my job.
To add to my discomfiture I recently came across a clip on MSN video about Fortune Magazine naming Google as the best company in America to work for. This from a list of 100 great places to work in the US.
Perks include on-site doctors, laundry services, 11 gourmet restaurants, barber shop, car washes, fitness center, massages and games rooms. All free of course. Oh and don't forget about $5,000 toward buying a hybrid electric/gas car. Or bringing your pet with you to work.
Link here
I suppose I could feel worse about my job after watching the clip, but I can console myself with the fact that I would never, ever have a chance in hell of getting a job at Google anyways.
Labels: everything else, work
Dear Trinity,
I have to gush about this one. When I saw this picture that you drew when I came home from work tonight I was so taken aback I actually said the words ' I am completely taken aback.'
At which point you said 'Don't take it back!' and proceeded to remove the object of my fandom from the refrigerator. But seriously, this thing is getting framed. You have been drawing, painting and colouring for months now, but out of nowhere your random squiggles and lines and shapes coalesced today into a fairly clearly recognizable depiction of a person, a little baby in fact. I was so taken aback.
And here's an interesting thing; You just watched me open my utorrent client on my laptop and with no prompting from me whatsoever you asked if we could 'download shows Dad?' So either I am introducing you to illegal downloading or I am exposing you to the communal experience of filesharing, depending on one's point of view. But either way, you are paying close attention. If I hadn't already used it, I would claim that the event had me taken aback. But I digress.
This past month has seen your Mom and I expose you to something we thought we wouldn't do for years: ice fishing. I had myself convinced that you were going to end up in the lake if we took you out, but as it turned out, it was a very safe, enjoyable experience. You loved helping out with the bait and were very into being taught how the whole operation worked. It was a lot of fun. And your Mom introduced you to the sole reason why she goes ice fishing; Hot Dogs. Apparently in her family, no matter what time you go out, or if you ate immediately before you left, went you get to the ice hut and light the stove, it is necessary to cook and eat hot dogs. I think it likely that it contributed to your enjoyment of the whole experience.
You have been busy this past month snapping pictures with your new camera, so we have lots and lots of digital pics of the floor, the ceiling, body parts that come off as random blurry somethings, and the occasional self-portrait that would make any MySpace Profile-portrait-taker envious. I mean seriously, things don't get much cuter.
When I sit down to write these letters, I always feel like I need to tell you more about what's going on in your life, because it seems like I fall short of accurately capturing how you've changed since the last month. But I also don't want to feel like I am taking notes either. I guess as long as you look back on these and know how I felt about you when I wrote them, then my work is done.
Love Daddy
I have to gush about this one. When I saw this picture that you drew when I came home from work tonight I was so taken aback I actually said the words ' I am completely taken aback.'
At which point you said 'Don't take it back!' and proceeded to remove the object of my fandom from the refrigerator. But seriously, this thing is getting framed. You have been drawing, painting and colouring for months now, but out of nowhere your random squiggles and lines and shapes coalesced today into a fairly clearly recognizable depiction of a person, a little baby in fact. I was so taken aback.
And here's an interesting thing; You just watched me open my utorrent client on my laptop and with no prompting from me whatsoever you asked if we could 'download shows Dad?' So either I am introducing you to illegal downloading or I am exposing you to the communal experience of filesharing, depending on one's point of view. But either way, you are paying close attention. If I hadn't already used it, I would claim that the event had me taken aback. But I digress.
This past month has seen your Mom and I expose you to something we thought we wouldn't do for years: ice fishing. I had myself convinced that you were going to end up in the lake if we took you out, but as it turned out, it was a very safe, enjoyable experience. You loved helping out with the bait and were very into being taught how the whole operation worked. It was a lot of fun. And your Mom introduced you to the sole reason why she goes ice fishing; Hot Dogs. Apparently in her family, no matter what time you go out, or if you ate immediately before you left, went you get to the ice hut and light the stove, it is necessary to cook and eat hot dogs. I think it likely that it contributed to your enjoyment of the whole experience.
You have been busy this past month snapping pictures with your new camera, so we have lots and lots of digital pics of the floor, the ceiling, body parts that come off as random blurry somethings, and the occasional self-portrait that would make any MySpace Profile-portrait-taker envious. I mean seriously, things don't get much cuter.
When I sit down to write these letters, I always feel like I need to tell you more about what's going on in your life, because it seems like I fall short of accurately capturing how you've changed since the last month. But I also don't want to feel like I am taking notes either. I guess as long as you look back on these and know how I felt about you when I wrote them, then my work is done.
Love Daddy
I missed the LOST panel discussion when I was at CES this year. In fact I missed even hearing about it until just recently. I guess it wasn't possible to see everything, but I would have loved to attend this. Apparently there was a Q&A with several of the show's stars and writers. Gods Dammit!
Either way, I was able to view a cell video of the special parody episode that was aired just for the attendees. And now, for as long as ABC allows it to remain on YouTube, you can too.
Either way, I was able to view a cell video of the special parody episode that was aired just for the attendees. And now, for as long as ABC allows it to remain on YouTube, you can too.
Labels: lost
In one of those weird random remembrances of something I once found funny, I just recalled an old Phil Hartman SNL commercial parody for Colon Blow cereal and started giggling to myself. I think the guy I work nights with is seriously starting to question my sanity.
After 20 seconds of online searching, I came up with this link.
Its definitely worth a look.
After 20 seconds of online searching, I came up with this link.
Its definitely worth a look.
Labels: funny
LOST returned tonight after no new episodes airing since Nov. 8th of last year. In one of the latest tragedies to befall me (and in my mind my life has been fraught with tragedy), I was busy riding out the night shift of a help desk so I couldn't be home to watch it.
However, I was able to just spend my lunch hour watching the latest catch up special 'The LOST Survivor Guide' online. Man I missed this show. If you're new to the show the catch up will get you ready for the new mini season, and if you're a long time fan it is worth watching for some of the best highlights of the show that you might not remember as well as you think.
EDIT 02/09/07: Apparently ABC decided they didn't want that clip hosted at Yahoo so they took it down. ABC.com might have it, but if not, there's always Youtube.
By way of compensation for missing the show, the torrent of tonight's episode will be Coming To A PC Near Me sometime later today. It shouldn't take longer than oh, say 108 minutes.
Labels: lost
Dear Trinity,
Today I look through the window at the cold winter inches away from me and all I can think is that I am grateful for our nice warm house. Its too bad that its not a little warmer out these days, because we have gotten dumped with so much more snow than we're used to in the last few weeks. Its just been too cold to have you out to play in it.
But that hasn't stopped you from wanting to wear your snowpants around the house all day, every day. And when we try to convince you that maybe it'd be better if you'd take the snowpants off, well let's just say that you let us know what a bad idea you think that is. Very vocally. No problem with your voice whatsoever.
It's been a pretty uneventful month around our house. I went away for 4 days to Las Vegas for a technology convention, and other than costing us money we really didn't have, it taught me that I never, ever want to go away without you and your Mom with me. I spent any free moments I had on the trip wishing you guys could have been there. Not necessarily in Vegas, you understand. Just away from the house on vacation together.
We've had a few things break on us this month, probably as a test the universe decided to throw at me for being such an anti-handyman. First our microwave and then our furnace. The replacement microwave had to be put together a bit before being installed and you were good enough to help me out in that department. By the time we were finished you knew words like screw and drill and were more than happy to tell me to do either as I grunted the thing into place and finally got it working. It kept my mind off the idea that I was going to hit a wire and short out the whole house.
You got to enjoy your first bonafide night of drinking and the corresponding hangover this month. I went out with a friend while you and Mommy kept my friend's girlfriend company, and on the way home I decided I needed a drunken fast food fix. You obligingly woke up the second we walked into the house and proceeded to scarf half of my cheeseburger and fries and stayed up with me until 2 am. And then first thing in the morning, you saw me in my sorry condition and rather than give me a hard time about it, you climbed onto the couch with me and hung out until I felt better. Good times.
You continue to vex your Mommy and me with your inability to sleep in your crib for any length of time. You flat out refuse to go to sleep in it, so we continue to wait until you're asleep, and then sneak you into your crib. And the instant you wake up, its back in our bed for the rest of the night. So to save our sanity and hopefully restore some semblance of normalcy your Mom and I are flirting with the idea of graduating you to a toddler bed. The problem is that your Mom and I are debating the bed to get you. I want a pink rocket ship, your Mom wants either a princess bed or a racecar. Either way it'll have to be big enough to fit at least one of us in it, because I don't see you giving up sleeping with us so easily. We'll see how that goes.
Over the next month I am expecting it to be mostly about being indoors with few outings, because its supposed to stay cold for quite some time, but I'm sure we'll find some fun things to keep winter at bay.
See you next month,
Love Daddy
Today I look through the window at the cold winter inches away from me and all I can think is that I am grateful for our nice warm house. Its too bad that its not a little warmer out these days, because we have gotten dumped with so much more snow than we're used to in the last few weeks. Its just been too cold to have you out to play in it.
But that hasn't stopped you from wanting to wear your snowpants around the house all day, every day. And when we try to convince you that maybe it'd be better if you'd take the snowpants off, well let's just say that you let us know what a bad idea you think that is. Very vocally. No problem with your voice whatsoever.
It's been a pretty uneventful month around our house. I went away for 4 days to Las Vegas for a technology convention, and other than costing us money we really didn't have, it taught me that I never, ever want to go away without you and your Mom with me. I spent any free moments I had on the trip wishing you guys could have been there. Not necessarily in Vegas, you understand. Just away from the house on vacation together.
We've had a few things break on us this month, probably as a test the universe decided to throw at me for being such an anti-handyman. First our microwave and then our furnace. The replacement microwave had to be put together a bit before being installed and you were good enough to help me out in that department. By the time we were finished you knew words like screw and drill and were more than happy to tell me to do either as I grunted the thing into place and finally got it working. It kept my mind off the idea that I was going to hit a wire and short out the whole house.
You got to enjoy your first bonafide night of drinking and the corresponding hangover this month. I went out with a friend while you and Mommy kept my friend's girlfriend company, and on the way home I decided I needed a drunken fast food fix. You obligingly woke up the second we walked into the house and proceeded to scarf half of my cheeseburger and fries and stayed up with me until 2 am. And then first thing in the morning, you saw me in my sorry condition and rather than give me a hard time about it, you climbed onto the couch with me and hung out until I felt better. Good times.
You continue to vex your Mommy and me with your inability to sleep in your crib for any length of time. You flat out refuse to go to sleep in it, so we continue to wait until you're asleep, and then sneak you into your crib. And the instant you wake up, its back in our bed for the rest of the night. So to save our sanity and hopefully restore some semblance of normalcy your Mom and I are flirting with the idea of graduating you to a toddler bed. The problem is that your Mom and I are debating the bed to get you. I want a pink rocket ship, your Mom wants either a princess bed or a racecar. Either way it'll have to be big enough to fit at least one of us in it, because I don't see you giving up sleeping with us so easily. We'll see how that goes.
Over the next month I am expecting it to be mostly about being indoors with few outings, because its supposed to stay cold for quite some time, but I'm sure we'll find some fun things to keep winter at bay.
See you next month,
Love Daddy
Labels: trinity
