Recently, in the Fun category…

Last month, the IEBlog had a tongue-in-cheek post about the name of the next version of IE. Considering yesterday’s announcement, I’ve come up with some new, more appropriate names:

  1. Internet Explorer: Peter Pan — It never grows up!
  2. Internet Explorer: Roman — When in lousy markup…
  3. Internet Explorer: 5·6·7·8 — 4 great browsers, 1 spectacular price!
  4. Internet Explorer: Classic — Enjoy.
  5. IE7 — Because, you know, that’s what you end up with.


Finally, an Internet quiz about something important. Just be careful about the badge code—it includes a text link for online dating. Accidentally, I’m sure.

Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.

Henry David Thoreau, Walden

I’ve never been a lawn guy. I’ve lived in the suburbs for six years, and had my own lawn to care for some years before that. But I don’t take any pride in my lawn like guys are supposed to. A well-manicured lawn means absolutely nothing to me. I secretly dream of plowing the whole thing up, salting the earth, and covering it in sand—complete with an umbrella and a beach volleyball net.

Continue reading “Mowing; or Life in the Suburbs”…

1. Are you on Facebook?
Yes. Update: I’ve since deleted my page. So, technically, yes.
2. Can we be friends on Facebook?
3. Why not?
I don’t use it.
4. Why not?
I tried it, didn’t like it.
5. But then you miss out on all the cool Facebook Apps!
That’s not a question.
6. But, don’t you miss out on all the cool Facebook Apps?
No. Where do you think all those apps come from? They come from grown-up websites. Remember websites? They’re what caused the downfall of AOL. Remember AOL? It was a private network with proprietary apps. This has all happened before, it will all happen again.
7. Do I have to answer all those questions?
8. But, how can you and I connect and share stuff and keep track of each other and things like that?

If you want to keep up with me you can:

  • Subscribe to my blog
  • Subscribe to my Twitter feed
  • Subscribe to my Flickr pics
  • Connect to me on LinkedIn
  • Send me email occasionally
  • Call once in a while
  • Drop by when you’re in town

And I, in turn, will do the same for you.

9. Well, then… do you have a MySpace page?
See, now we can’t even be real friends.

If you’re a die-hard sci-fi fan, this is really, really funny:

Roomba Violates All Three Laws Of Roombotics

If you’re not, then it’s just mildly amusing.

Bravo, Billy Windsor, Bravo. I threw down the gauntlet and you picked it up and chewed on it. And now you’ve got your rank back.

You did us all proud.

I’d like to talk for a minute to the goats out there.

You know who you are.

Yours is a long and storied history. For thousands of years goats have stood on snow-covered mountains, died as sacrifices to a variety of gods, and suffered the petting of sticky-handed children. Too often you’re the butt of jokes. Bad jokes. Stupid butting puns, for example.

Yet, despite the indignites you have endured, you could always hold your head high. You could be proud knowing that your kind has a tradition of exemplary service in militaries throughout the world.

That’s why this news item is so disheartening:

A British army regiment’s ceremonial pet goat was demoted in disgrace after it marched out of line before a host of dignitaries during a parade to mark Queen Elizabeth II’s birthday…

How are we suppose to restore the good name of goats when things like this happen? And now poor Billy must live with his disgrace:

Since the goat’s demotion, soldiers of a lower rank are no longer expected to salute Billy as a sign of respect…

Let this be a lesson to goats everywhere: Always be on your hooves. You can’t afford to make a mistake. Let’s hope that Billy overcomes the public humiliation — bucks up, if you will — and re-earns his former rank.

Billy, be a hero. You have a tall mountain to climb, kid, but you can do it.

The LA Times has an article about Tribewanted: They are trying to recruit 5,000 people to “inhabit” a Fijian island. My favorite quote from the artice:

There’s no electricity, but solar energy will provide Internet access.

These are people that have their priorities in order.

(via Boing Boing)


Live at the Festival of the Arts in downtown Oklahoma City.

This MSN article about obesity rates by state caught my eye because I always like to see how Oklahoma does on such charts.

Fourteenth. I figure, by the end of football season we should be at least third.

Anyway, I started noticing how many southern states were in the top ten. Which made me wonder: Is there any correlation between obesity rates and how a state votes for president?

Oh, c’mon. You were wondering the same thing. Admit it.

So, I took the data from the article and matched it with the current map at the Electoral Vote Predictor. Here’s what I found:

  • Average adult obesity rate across all states: 22.8%
  • Average adult obesity rate among states voting for Kerry: 21.3%
  • Average adult obesity rate among states voting for Bush: 23.4%

So there you have it: Scientific evidence that weight determines a person’s political affiliation. Or vice versa. Or not.

More importantly, if you hurry, there’s still time to register or before the election.