http://www.boingboing.net/2005/11/28/riaa_targets_mashups.html
Hey, I got a mention in BoingBoing. Sweet.
Alas, it’s because I hipped Cory to the demise of one of my favorite places in the internet, Mashuptown.
My brutha-man Art has been hosting some of the freshest, tastiest mashups around, but the RIAA nazis are on his track. It’s a sad day, but I’m still off to buy Mashuptown swag to show the man some support.
Thanks for the mashups, Art.
I love getting a mysterious package in the mail. Well, unless there are, like, human heads in it. * I just got this: From the lovely and talented DarkNeuro. And my birthday isn’t even ’til next week. * in fact I don’t even mind the human heads, if they’re nice ‘n fresh…
I love getting a mysterious package in the mail.
Well, unless there are, like, human heads in it. *
I just got this:
From the lovely and talented DarkNeuro.
And my birthday isn’t even ’til next week.
* in fact I don’t even mind the human heads, if they’re nice ‘n fresh…
Ok, ok. I give in. I got tagged by DarkNeuro on this, but I was up to the task of resisting it. And then I got tagged by AAG. I can resist them one at a time. I can’t resist a sandwich, though. [homer] Mmmmm. Sandwich [/homer] Ok, so it goes like so: Delve into […]
Ok, ok. I give in.
I got tagged by DarkNeuro on this, but I was up to the task of resisting it. And then I got tagged by AAG.
I can resist them one at a time. I can’t resist a sandwich, though. [homer] Mmmmm. Sandwich [/homer]
Ok, so it goes like so:
Thus:
My 23rd entry. More or less since they’re not numbered exactly that way.
The fifth (more or less) sentence: I actually had an erotic dream about someone from Orkut last night.
Here’s the funny part. I can’t recall who that dream was about. I have some guesses though. Given the date (Mar26 ’04), it’s not some of the people I’d first guess. Maybe the object of my dream remembers.
Alright then. Tag Five (suddenly a Dave Brubeck tune starts playing in my head). I am tempted to only tag people I know won’t play, just to break the chain. But… What the fuck.
So: Panties3, Brutha Ray, Greggg, Trance (who probably won’t play), and Doxy (who absolutely won’t play).
Play or not. All the same to me, Cats n’ Kittens.
I’m monkeying with my domains – changing dns from zoneedit to a local nameserver and so forth – so if you have any trouble getting to any of the moronosphere.com blogs (or editiong your own blog if you’re one of the bloggers I host), it should be temporary. Why? Just because I can. Ok, I […]
I’m monkeying with my domains – changing dns from zoneedit to a local nameserver and so forth – so if you have any trouble getting to any of the moronosphere.com blogs (or editiong your own blog if you’re one of the bloggers I host), it should be temporary.
Why? Just because I can.
Ok, I got all my domains (well, almost all my domains) migrated to my local dns servers from zoneedit. Zoneedit has some nice features (The ability to do mail forwards easily), but I got tired of getting bills for zones I didn’t have. I’m now using local nameservers hosted by the good folks at ThePlanet
I also registered several variants on my domain name, moronosphere.com – .net, .org, etc. Why not, I figured. They’re not all live yet, but eventually they’ll all forward to here, at least until I have reason to maintain more than one site. I’m finding the whole domain hosting thing very entertaining; I think something like Globe of Frogs and five minutes, a few clicks, and a small payment, it’s GlobeofFrogs.com, just like that.
Of course then I think, why’d I register that. But whattaya gonna do, sometimes you just can’t help it. It’s kind of a caps for sale thing. You Monkeys You!
I’m having trouble reading any of my friends journals this week. they’re all fucking sqeeeeing about journalcon. I’ve always said, one of my life rules is that I’d rather regret what I did than regret what I didn’t do. That’s central to who I am and always will be. I’ll do things in life I […]
I’m having trouble reading any of my friends journals this week. they’re all fucking sqeeeeing about journalcon.
I’ve always said, one of my life rules is that I’d rather regret what I did than regret what I didn’t do. That’s central to who I am and always will be. I’ll do things in life I should not, I’ll do things I need to apologize for. I’ll do things, now and then, for which I need forgiveness.
But this was a case where I chose to regret what I didn’t do, and I’m reminded why I hate that choice. I had good reasons for avoiding j-con this year, let’s say, family maintenance that needed doing. I had to make a call, audible at the line of scrimmage. And you know, I guess I did the right thing.
But I’m fucking sad when I read Ray’s or Trance’s or Fredlet’s accounts of j-con. There were people there I really, really wanted to meet, really wanted to see. I’ve been looking forward to having an i love you man session with Brutha Ray for months and months. I miss him, he’s too far away.
Sigh. And Sigh.
Hey, Ray? Let’s not wait til next year. I just gotta figure out how to get my ass to Austin, or New Orleans, or something.
Looks like I won’t be able to get to j-con after all. Which is a long and uninteresting story that maybe I will tell later if I get really really bored. To all you j-con people, I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. Drinks on me when we finally meet, drink ‘fo […]
Looks like I won’t be able to get to j-con after all. Which is a long and uninteresting story that maybe I will tell later if I get really really bored.
To all you j-con people, I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. Drinks on me when we finally meet, drink ‘fo days until you fall down and pass out.
Yeah, I know the ‘sphere was down for a while last night and this morning. I managed to break something, now corrected.
So I check my site stats today, like, you know, always, to see who’s reading what. I’m like that about checking the logs. He knows when you’ve been sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. Like that. And I see this big fuckin’ spike it my hits over the last three or four hours. Turns out […]
So I check my site stats today, like, you know, always, to see who’s reading what. I’m like that about checking the logs. He knows when you’ve been sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. Like that.
And I see this big fuckin’ spike it my hits over the last three or four hours. Turns out Long Dark Car is in Bacchus‘ Sex Blogs Roundup.
Excellent.
Hey, if any of you enjoy, or even hate, that story, do us a favor and leave a comment. It’s what the writer thrives on. and you can also clix me while you’re at it.
Ok, so I’ve talked about the whole referrals in the logs thing. I get all sorts of useful info about who’s reading (Hello out there! Yeah, you! I see you!), where I’m getting hits from (how’d I get on Sam Burns random blogroll, and how can I get her in bed?), and all sorts of […]
Ok, so I’ve talked about the whole referrals in the logs thing. I get all sorts of useful info about who’s reading (Hello out there! Yeah, you! I see you!), where I’m getting hits from (how’d I get on Sam Burns random blogroll, and how can I get her in bed?), and all sorts of random searches on skulls and tattoos and pirates and martinis and taco flavored kisses.
But I just got a hit from someone looking for a recipe for ‘dirty margaritas’.
Now, I don’t think that’s even a real drink, I think that was a confused user. But all I can think is, ick.
I’m trying to find a way to make that sound like a good drink, or to make it something dirty about a nasty little seniorita. But it’s not working. All I get is, tequila, lime, cointreau, and olive brine. Hell, that might even be good, but it sounds vile.
On the other hand, I’m now thinking, in this order:
But that’s not really a surprise, is it?
I shook out my cloak and brushed myself off. I traveled for perhaps half an hour then, leaving the place far behind me, before I halted and took my breakfast in a hot, bleak valley smelling faintly of sulfur. As I was finishing, I heard a crashing noise. A horned and tusked purple thing went […]
I shook out my cloak and brushed myself off. I traveled for perhaps half an hour then, leaving the place far behind me, before I halted and took my breakfast in a hot, bleak valley smelling faintly of sulfur.
As I was finishing, I heard a crashing noise. A horned and tusked purple thing went racing along the ridge to my right pursued by a hairless orange-skinned creature with long claws and a forked tail. Both were wailing in different keys.
I nodded. It was just one damned thing after another.
–Roger Zelazny, Trumps of Doom
I’m back here. No more blogosity at http://moronosphere.blogspot.com/. That’s done though it’ll stay around a while with a pointer back here until I can paste it all over and automate backups.
The disk drive we had hoped to recover? Toast. Total loss. So we’re moving forward with what we have now, our july 17 backup and whatever we can salavge from google cache.
I’ve actually got a lotta stuff saved in Ecto, so that would help – only there’s some bug between Ecto and MT Beta5 that no one can seem to reproduce. The error goes like:
Method “metaWeblog.editPost” produced a server error: “No ObjectDriver defined at /export/www/moronosphere.com/movable-type/lib/MT/Object.pm line 144.”
I don’t know if it’s a version problem with Perl, or something else, but Ecto says it’s MT, the MT people say it’s something missing in my install (no – I re-did the install completely). So Ecto is useless to me until that’s corrected. And I don’t know how to blog without it, I’ve become completely dependant.
Is this week over yet? Started with me being sick, went on to include a friend with a severe bladder infection, another whoes dog needs surgery, a friend sitting in the path of a hurricane, a whole new set of work problems, most of which are political, not technical. And another friend, friend-of-a-friend actually, just called from jail. Now I add this, no drive and no ecto. Let’s start over at next monday and sklip this week, ok?
Ok, I finally got my beta upgrade in place. I’m up and running MT beta five. Not that I’m doing a lot with it, given what happend. Still, I feel better. I’m just waiting for my recovery. Next week, we see if anything survived the disk melt-down; we may get our full databse and all […]
Ok, I finally got my beta upgrade in place. I’m up and running MT beta five. Not that I’m doing a lot with it, given what happend. Still, I feel better.
I’m just waiting for my recovery. Next week, we see if anything survived the disk melt-down; we may get our full databse and all the plugins and all the images, or we may be dick and have to go with what we have. I just wanna know.
As stated, I’m blogging here meanwhile. That will go on until we get the drive recovery news (and the recovered data, if any), after which, I’m back here full time (well, as soon as we have backups going).
Sigh.