TRANSIENCE
For a very short time, the article headline tag read, “Wall Street in full-on rally mode.” A few minutes later it was changed to “U.S. Stocks Soar on Wall Street.” I love the Web.
7:28 p.m.
Famous among dozens
TRANSIENCE
For a very short time, the article headline tag read, “Wall Street in full-on rally mode.” A few minutes later it was changed to “U.S. Stocks Soar on Wall Street.” I love the Web.
7:28 p.m.
‘NSync bedding, the shortest distance between you and a nightmare.
Also, I’ll be at the Web 2001 show all week. That’s me to your right. Come say hi.11:43 a.m.
Just read about a Japanese arcade game called
Boong Ga Boong Ga. A description from the linked site: “You, the player, try to cram a plastic finger up a virtual woman’s ass. The harder you shove, the more reaction you get from the computerized face on the screen.” The world is an odd, odd place.(via eatonweb)
[P.S. Luke wrote in to point out that the game is actually Korean, and it has eight characters: ex-girlfriend, ex-boyfriend, gangster, mother-in-law, gold digger, prostitute, child molester, and con artist. Quentin says that, “The mission isn’t to ‘cram a virtual finger up a virtual woman’s ass.’ The idea is just to poke their butt really hard in a kind of spanking-esque way.” Good clarifications. And my new mission is to work “spanking-esque” into polite conversation.]
2:02 p.m.
I just joined the Top Ten Blog. Stop by, won’t you?
3:53 p.m.
Yesterday, I had stir fry for lunch. Last night, there was rice in my bra.
(That could totally be a haiku.)
3:53 p.m.
Everywhere I went this morning, they were in front of me. The girl who tried to run her obviously damaged FastPass through the electronic reader (eight times), the woman who decided to rummage through her handbag at the top of the escalator, the man obliviously reading his book in front of the bus door when there were plenty of empty seats. Wherever it is I’m going in life, stupid people are in the lead.
10 a.m.
I’m about to give a gratuitous plug, so if you don’t want to see me whore myself, cover your eyes. Still here? Blogger, the free and fabulous Web tool I use to post to my site, is up for a Webby award. Though the Webby people have inexplicably placed Blogger in the Personal Site category (beh?), I still think you should give them a vote. Good service, I like all the people who got it going, and its helped a lot of people take up online journals. Also, check out all the other sites up for awards. Good way to build a knowledge base about some of the cool stuff online without having to do the actual surfing. Go forth!
9:50 a.m.
Ovum Design. Ovum Design? Who thought this would be a good idea? Probably the same guy who put a little animated ovum in the site intro. Imagine the meeting:
The Idea Guy: Ovum. Like an egg. You know “hatching” ideas, “giving birth” to new concepts.
The Skeptic: I don’t know, doesn’t that sound a little odd? Like we’re naming our company after part of the reproductive process? It’s kinda… gross.
The Big Boss Man: Conception… Creation… You know, I like it.
Go to the site and watch the egg drop. But for the most amusing part, take a peek at the staff list: Jason, Kenneth, David, Grant, Geoff. Not a single ovulater among them.
3:01 p.m.
This may be a little worn by now, but I still find it endlessly amusing: Differences between male and female orgasms. (Thanks, Swen.)
1:45 p.m.
Greg? Uh…. Greg?
“A year is a long time, and I can’t help but think that I should be doing something new. I don’t know what it is yet, but it should be something new.”
And thus, my favorite blogger grows out of blogging. Thanks, mister. I had so much fun.
2 p.m.