I got Internet access at the age of seven. Yes, seven. That's the nearest figure I can come to. It was by pulse modem over an ancient IBM machine, but by God, I had it.

That was the old days, in some ways, where you didn't trust shit unless it came from someone you knew. I was never a malicious script-kiddie, but I abused the AOL protocols to ( Read more... )

"Based on your interest in Memento and A Boy and His Dog, might we suggest Zardoz?"

Heh.

I'd be more impressed if Netflix hadn't also suggested the Truman Show because I liked District 9 and Moon. I demonstrate a pattern of liking grim science fiction, and it throws Jim Carrey at me? Really?

The mayor of my current dwarf fortress loves cows. He has seven bovine pets; four bulls and three cows ( Read more... )

I can't find the Protegé, so I'm extremely misanthropic right now. I'm facing the choice of schlepping up to the store for smokes or waiting until the damned thing turns up. I don't want to buy actual tobacco, but if I don't get some nicotine in the bloodstream, I'm liable to start stabbing passersby and eating their infants in front of them ( Read more... )

And Foxconn. Christ on a cracker, but that's the sort of company that lurks in my nightmares. It's like a horrifying amalgam of Weyland-Yutani and wartime Italy ( Read more... )

Four words. "Fucking proper fucking booming."

From a New York Times article on land reform in the Philippines: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/15/world/asia/15phils.html?hp

“Because of the loopholes, landlords have been able to find all sorts of ways and means to recover their land,” said Roland G. ( Read more... )

You know, I'm quite glad Paterson isn't running for reëlection, although I'm ambivalent about his stepping down ( Read more... )

( You've been warned. )

Cats, apparently, do not like to be interrupted while auto-fellating.