December 10, 2007 - 7:34pm
Anyone who works a lot online will agree that this project is a godsend.:
The concept behind the StupidFilter Project originated during a conversation between Gabriel Ortiz and Paul Starr. StupidFilter was conceived out of necessity. Too long have we suffered in silence under the tyranny of idiocy. In the beginning, the internet was a place where one could communicate intelligently with similarly erudite people. Then, Eternal September hit and we were lost in the noise. The advent of user-driven web content has compounded the matter yet further, straining our tolerance to the breaking point.
August 31, 2006 - 10:14pm
Last may, I got a new laptop. It was an acer5670 aspire, with dual processors, 2 gigs of RAM, etc[1]. While I'd normally feel a bit unseemly for bragging up my laptop specs, this situation is a bit different. Acer -- in their infinite wisdom, gave me a system with dual processors, and Windows XP home edition preinstalled...
::pauses for to give audience a chance to grasp the significance of the proceeding sentence::
You see kids, Microsoft Windows XP Home Edition doesn't support dual processors. So why would Acer package a high end system with an operating system that didn't support it?
July 12, 2006 - 9:03pm
Sometimes, when I'm out to eat, a friend of mine will take a bite, grimace, and then exclaim, "uhg, this tastes terrible... try it!" I usually do in a heart beat. There's a priceless hilariity to be found in the horrid.
Similarly, I grimaced while reading this article titled, "Why Enron Chief Was Better Than 'Philanthropists'". The title itself is like a cankorsore -- it's annoying, and hurts -- but for some reason your tounge can't leave it alone.
Now this article suffers from numerous faults. However, what bugs me most was lines along the lines of, "Now we're supposed to be shocked and awed by Buffett's decision to give $37 billion--about 85 percent of his assets--to Bill Gates' foundation."
May 26, 2006 - 8:20pm
Okay, so time for a confession. I use AOL instant messenger for IM. Its not that I'm unaware that there are better clients; really its just that I'm lazy, and all of my contacts are on it.
As most AIM users have no doubt noticed, everytime you sign on, a stupid AIM browser opens up, and you get to take a quick look at the AIM homepage. This is a picture of the one I saw tonight:
Now this is worth sharing for a number of reasons.
November 7, 2005 - 1:47am
I have a friend named Jessica who sends me "the best of" Austin's craigslist personals. Last night she presented me with this magnificent specimen. He titled his ad "want friend will settle for sex".
September 22, 2005 - 8:29pm
March 27, 2005 - 1:15pm
At a press conference, Bush was asked to clarifiy how his social security plan would fix the crisis. His answer is mind blowing:
THE PRESIDENT: Because the -- all which is on the table begins to address the big cost drivers. For example, how benefits are calculate, for example, is on the table; whether or not benefits rise based upon wage increases or price increases. There's a series of parts of the formula that are being considered. And when you couple that, those different cost drivers, affecting those -- changing those with personal accounts, the idea is to get what has been promised more likely to be -- or closer delivered to what has been promised.
Does that make any sense to you? It's kind of muddled. Look, there's a series of things that cause the -- like, for example, benefits are calculated based upon the increase of wages, as opposed to the increase of prices. Some have suggested that we calculate -- the benefits will rise based upon inflation, as opposed to wage increases. There is a reform that would help solve the red if that were put into effect. In other words, how fast benefits grow, how fast the promised benefits grow, if those -- if that growth is affected, it will help on the red.
Okay, better? I'll keep working on it. (Laughter.)
Yes, sir.
February 4, 2005 - 2:15pm
January 5, 2005 - 10:55am
Its very grey, rainy, and cold here at Spider House Cafe. Most of my best blog posts are written from this very spot. Of course I doubt the enviroment here today is going to allow any writings of worth.
There is a herd of hippies sitting directly behind me with instruments; one guitar, one recorder, and one girl who occcassionaly sings some sort of pseudo spirtual mumbo-jumbo. But what they play is not music; what you hear is the sound of chaos! The guitarist knows about 8 flaminco rifts in disconnected keys. The woman is stoned out of her mind (i hope). The recorder player....oh the recorder player.
As far as I'm concerned, it's common sense that cream-colored, plastic, 10 dollar recorders are not to be played outside of 5th grade music class -- and best case scenario, one is able to create in-tune squeaks with it. Yet, this bard disagrees with such conventional wisdom. In fact, this virtuoso of the recorder insists on fully expressing himself -- and his whiteboy rastaman vibe -- through the mouth piece of the horrid object. The resulting sound is that of pigs being slaughtered. I'm hearing things at this moment that are so grotesque, so horrible, that if you were to hear a recording of it, you would flee in horror! More notes later... its cold, I'm moving inside.
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