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All sorts of fun now - 12 August 2007
Aug. 13th, 2007 12:34 amWell, I’ve got a week left in my current location, regardless of whether I end up moving out toward my job immediately after that. Options are being looked into regarding stuff, space, and how to get from one to the other. Did significant amounts of packing today, with significant amounts still to go. I hope that by Saturday, I should be basically ready and moved out back to home, at least long enough to sort through everything that’s there, declare what’s mission-critical and thus being loaded on my trip, and say my farewells to all the people that I’ve spent a lot of my time with. So if you’re in my locale and you’d like to give me a send-off (and haven’t already), let me know.
It’s scary, doing it like this - more final, more permanent. And a lot longer away than to college. I think I’ll miss out on the weekly dinners. But there’s always Instant Messenger and the holidays.
Moving onward to other things, a program run by religious conservatives and funded by government grants intended for people to complain about obscene web sites has, out of 67,000 potential complaints, resulted in zero prosecutions. Even with seven years of a friendly Administration, zero prosecutions, although they’re waiting for the other shoe to drop any time now. Any time now. Because adult, consenting, pr0n is the real evil in the world. The continued requirements of a perpetual war economy producing excesses of guns, bombs, and soldiers, who will be used rather than “wasted”, and that generate prisons where the inmates write poetry of great pain, is somehow preferable than access to consenting adult content.
If you want to see numbers being used to promote all sorts of ideas, The Times’ Dominic Kennedy says that walking to shops produces more greenhouse gas than driving, based on how much beef it would take to replace the calories burnt versus the vehicle emissions. The actual point is to get people to think about how to make their food production more green and to encourage the purchase of locally grown and transported foodstuffs to minimize the carbon footprint. But that doesn’t grab eyes or headlines. And when the completely-electric power motor scooter costs $11,000, people are going to look for cheaper ways of reducing emissions.
A different way of putting numbers to dastardly uses is Angus and Robertson's attempt to extort money out of their suppliers/publishers by claiming they are not profitable enough and demanding they pay the difference. To which the owner of Tower Books pens a magnificent reply. Making Light does line-by-line analysis and commentary on both the original letter and the reply.
Meat, however, appears to have many uses - for women, ordering steak or burgers may be a good signal to potential dates. For guys... not so much, unfortunately. Rather silly, that. Being oneself should be sufficient, and if that means meat, so be it.
Art and the bathroom are fused in a rather interesting anti-drunk-driving ad-slash-game called Piss-Screen, where one drives a car by controlling the urine stream. Eventually, regardless of skill, the vehicle crashes and the message appears - “Too pissed to drive? Call a taxi” and a telephone number. I think it’ll be entertaining, at the least, and maybe it’ll shock some people into actually calling the cab when they’re drunk.
From our Second Life versus First Life bureau, the Wall Street Journal chronicles how Second Life can be alienating for a spouse that doesn't play, especially when the person she’s married to spends significant amounts of time in Second Life, even going so far as to have married another avatar. The melding of on-line and off-line continues. Will be very interesting to see how much the blending continues.
Anyway, bed. Things are speeding up, even faster than they were while I was in school. It’s a bit of a head trip, really. But there’s still time to watch the Tenth Doctor (although, so far, I think the Ninth has been the best one. I’d probably need to compare to all the other Doctors, though...)
It’s scary, doing it like this - more final, more permanent. And a lot longer away than to college. I think I’ll miss out on the weekly dinners. But there’s always Instant Messenger and the holidays.
Moving onward to other things, a program run by religious conservatives and funded by government grants intended for people to complain about obscene web sites has, out of 67,000 potential complaints, resulted in zero prosecutions. Even with seven years of a friendly Administration, zero prosecutions, although they’re waiting for the other shoe to drop any time now. Any time now. Because adult, consenting, pr0n is the real evil in the world. The continued requirements of a perpetual war economy producing excesses of guns, bombs, and soldiers, who will be used rather than “wasted”, and that generate prisons where the inmates write poetry of great pain, is somehow preferable than access to consenting adult content.
If you want to see numbers being used to promote all sorts of ideas, The Times’ Dominic Kennedy says that walking to shops produces more greenhouse gas than driving, based on how much beef it would take to replace the calories burnt versus the vehicle emissions. The actual point is to get people to think about how to make their food production more green and to encourage the purchase of locally grown and transported foodstuffs to minimize the carbon footprint. But that doesn’t grab eyes or headlines. And when the completely-electric power motor scooter costs $11,000, people are going to look for cheaper ways of reducing emissions.
A different way of putting numbers to dastardly uses is Angus and Robertson's attempt to extort money out of their suppliers/publishers by claiming they are not profitable enough and demanding they pay the difference. To which the owner of Tower Books pens a magnificent reply. Making Light does line-by-line analysis and commentary on both the original letter and the reply.
Meat, however, appears to have many uses - for women, ordering steak or burgers may be a good signal to potential dates. For guys... not so much, unfortunately. Rather silly, that. Being oneself should be sufficient, and if that means meat, so be it.
Art and the bathroom are fused in a rather interesting anti-drunk-driving ad-slash-game called Piss-Screen, where one drives a car by controlling the urine stream. Eventually, regardless of skill, the vehicle crashes and the message appears - “Too pissed to drive? Call a taxi” and a telephone number. I think it’ll be entertaining, at the least, and maybe it’ll shock some people into actually calling the cab when they’re drunk.
From our Second Life versus First Life bureau, the Wall Street Journal chronicles how Second Life can be alienating for a spouse that doesn't play, especially when the person she’s married to spends significant amounts of time in Second Life, even going so far as to have married another avatar. The melding of on-line and off-line continues. Will be very interesting to see how much the blending continues.
Anyway, bed. Things are speeding up, even faster than they were while I was in school. It’s a bit of a head trip, really. But there’s still time to watch the Tenth Doctor (although, so far, I think the Ninth has been the best one. I’d probably need to compare to all the other Doctors, though...)
