Gecko Bloggle

Okay, so maybe the rain is just making me feel hokey today, and to be fair, I did sit through the first 15-30 seconds of this video thinking “well, yeah, no kidding, you look insane,” and then when the…

…and then the colour kicked in…

*squirt*

My eyes actually HURT I started tearing up so suddenly.

http://www.freehugscampaign.org/

For any of the folks out there who use their Blackberry, PalmPilot, Treo, or cel phone (ouch!) to surf Teh Intarwebs, you’ll find that this blog now detects your miniature screenage and adjusts accordingly, throwing out all the pictures and flash-based doohickery.

…and no, it doesn’t look any different from a “real” browser, so don’t ask.  Livejournal readers?  You’re going to be vaguely confused by this post, so just spin on, Holl.
Want your WordPress-Based blog to do this, too?  Tough.  Try this link.

I received a quick little email today from my blog server, telling me that someone had commented on something, but hadn’t commented before, so I dropped in from my Blackberry to check out what the comment was, and had only this from “Lola.”

“You’re an idiot, burn in hell”

{Full points for using an apostrophe correctly.}
And the religious right wonders why I don’t wanna come to their meetings.

This was in regards to a post I made about a re-written “Little Golden Book About God” (Here’s the real one).

Or maybe check out their Wikipedia User Page, where they’ve made a real name for themselves as someone who vandalizes pages that have to be repaired by the ‘bots. Way to go, sparky! You seem to have some non-bot-friendly ideas about Venezuela, Introduced Species, Led Zeppelin, William Shakespeare, and Acid Rain. Grade 12, anyone?

Upgraded this morning.  Went better than last time.

So yeah, if anything weird is happening, let me know via email.  Don’t have my email address?  Comment here instead.

Songbird (click the bird to go get it).

Opensource. Music thingie. Neat.

I hope everyone had a better week than everyone I’ve already spoken to.

’cause… Wooftie. No fun out there.

Every afternoon, I take your bus from work to the nearest Skytrain station. Total time I spend on your particular bus is usually somewhere between 15-20 minutes. You an older, sorta grumpy-lookin’ guy, and I feel like maybe, in your twilight years with Translink, you’ve forgotten the point of wearing your jacket.

Drive the bus.  Keep us safe.  Get as many people home as quickly as possible.

Today, you kinda screwed up.

In you fifth round of your fave song to sing on speaker-phone-aoke, namely “Move to the back of the bus,” you thought you’d make a point, and hold us all up by turning the bus OFF until we crushed into the last six feet at the back. I’ve seen you do this before – last week, you turned off the bus so a little old lady would stop eating from a tiny bag of Cheerios, and once you admonished someone that they could kill somone with a nut allergy (they had a bite of a granola bar).

Today it kinda backfired though, huh?

When the bus wouldn’t start again?  Yeah?

Sorta…. Looked like a bit of a schmuck, didn’t you?  Mmm?

You could have pulled it out of the bag though, by acting at least a little sheepish about turning off your bus mid-route in order to embarass folks into gettin’ friendly at the back of the ol’ number 25, but no, you acted like it just suddenly died, with no help from you.

So everyone piled off the bus, and the next 25 picked up maybe 20 of the 70-ish of us.  I wasn’t one of them, and started walking to the next stop to wait.

I gotta say, I shouldn’t have been surprised to see you go sailing past the next stop with exactly eight people on your magically-working-again bus.

Thanks for not stopping.

Tomorrow I’m wearing mittens made of peanutbutter, and we’ll who shuts off what first.

After the first welcome page, you do NOT have to click anything…
Bit of a brain bender at first, and then you get used to it pretty quick.
Maybe one day, the next big thing will be the NO-button mouse.

http://www.dontclick.it/

I remember a few years back, at a party at the “Bonehouse,” launching into a drunken and a-capella “They Want Efx” by Das EFX at poor Duncan, who started out with this bemused look on his face, which rapidly turned into awe.  After I finished the first verse, he asked “Is that from something, or did you just make that up.”

I’m flattered that anyone would think I could possibly have written the following:

Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
But I can fe-fi-fo-diddly-fum, here I come
So Peter Piper, I’m hyper than pinoccio’s nose
Im the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro
I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you’ve got the crazy
Crazy with the books, googley-goo where’s the gravy
So one two, unbuckle my, um shoe
Yabba doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
The boogedy-woogedly brooklyn boys about to get his, dig
My waist bone’s connected to my hip bone
My hip bone’s connected to my thigh bone
My thigh bone’s connected to my knee bone
My knee bone’s connected to my hardy-har-har-har
The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
Skip the ovaltine, Id rather have a honeycomb
Or preferably the sesame, lets spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

I’m going to see DJ Shadow on Tuesday with Duncan, largely ’cause he still hands me craziness of the audio variety once in a while, and ’cause I feel like he knows, y’know?

Via Pharyngula.

Ladies and Gentlemen.

Vampyroteuthis infernalis.

Also Known As “I think I just crapped my extreme depth suit.”

Kinda freaky when you look at the images on WikiPedia (that’s the link above), but way more schpookie when you see this video (apologies in advance regarding any offensive popups or anything on the sidebars of the link’s video site or whatever).

Happy nightmaring, kiddies.

Or “How I went from a long-haired zippy geek to a motivational speaker in just Twelve! Short! Months!”

So, for any of you that know me, you’ll not be surprised that I’m the kinda guy who finds Tony Robbins kinda freaky. Same goes for any of those folks carrying around those manpurse (murse?) Day-Timer things with the removable pages and the pen holder on one side, and the PalmPilot pocket on the other. They just give me the willies. Both the people who push the stuff, and the people who use the stuff. I’ve always thought I’m too much of a cowboy to use any of the “How To Organize Your Life Into Three Coffee Cups and an A-Team Lunchbox” sorts of articles. I remember using Lotus Organizer for a while in ’97/’98, and I felt like I could still maintain some sorta street cred because it was LOTUS (not Microsoft) and it was electronic, not paper. Who was I kidding? Just look at that thing.

The only thing missing was the pen holder.

So many years went by, and I kept going back and forth between trying to use my Palm Pilot, and using Outlook, and trying to use various weird programs to keep myself organized, but the main downfall was this:1. Find neat new “organizer” program or plugin.
2. Play with and use/abuse new program or plugin.
3. Get bored/frustrated with new program or plugin.
4. Get disorganized because I didn’t want to deal with #3 any more.
5. Return to pissing on small fires instead of actually organizing myself in any coherent way.I’ve been on step #5 for a while now, and now that my job has changed pretty radically in the last two months, I’m finding myself having to get organized quickly. The main thing is that I need to organize my organization, first, and THEN figure out what I need to organize.

Cute, the rest of this post disappeared.

Yaaaaaay…