Pissed Off at Haloscan

I have been using Haloscan commenting system, shitty as it is, since May 2005. There's some notices emailed out and flying around that they are shutting down in Feb due to "failing hardware."

Since when do sites just totally fucking shut down bc of failing hardware? This screams of a company move to get money out of users who just can't be bothered with trying to migrate and import and etc. "Upset? Check out this service! And pay a monthly fee!"

I'm pissed as hell and trying to figure out what to do with all of your comments. Not that many are worth saving. Except for the one's from Douglas of enthalpy's Dad, of course. Purely for the sake of riling Douglas.

Look at this shit. Worked hard to provide options? When one option is "pay for echo" and the other is "if you've developed an exporter, let us know" - that ain't no fucking option. GoddamnmotherfuckingpieceofSHIT.



OK. Look at this. The things I do for you people! This is EXACTLY why Douglas of enthalpy doesn't do comments. No baggage to worry about.

(Seriously, you know I love you guys. Especially all of you who so generously and vigorously posted comments about the relative hotness of my ass. I had no idea there were so MANY comments about it. While extremely sexist, even a feminist like me can enjoy a temporary physical morale boost from that crap. Thanks!)

3,350

Last past was on queso flameado: post number 3,350. A semi-historic post I suppose and a true testament to how shittily I've been blogging of late.

I neither have nor offer any excuses.

Fried cheese

Every culture has their own version of fried cheese, but I'm pretty sure the Mexicans are the only ones who actually light it on fire:

I've Never Watched the Show, I Swear

Well, it's late at night, and I'm up dicking around online. I just found the Jersey Shore nickname generator. In case you live under a rock and haven't heard, Jersey Shore is that "reality" show about a bunch of dimwits that live, well, on the Jersey Shore. Close enough. Anyhoo...

I'm mildly horrified that my Jersey Shore nickname is "C-Scream."

Why horrified? Because it is scarily accurate. You know, if I lived on the Jersey Shore and was a dimwit with retarded friends.

Whatever Keeps 'Em Off the Streets

Oh goody. My favorite topic to be paranoid about: robots.

Robot nerds have now created Roxxxy, the Sex Robot. Not only can you just straight up fuck her, but you can pretend to have real humanoid conversations with her, too. Key phrases from this article:

The level of sophistication demonstrated was not beyond that of a child's talking toy

and

"Sex only goes so far – then you want to be able to talk to the person,"

One kind of cancels the other out, don't you think?

Dudes, if you really want some human connection, buying a robot companion might not be the way to go. Besides acting as a crutch to your arrested development, it will also feed your inherent control issues.

But if you want to talk sports, then Roxxxy is your girl:

Since Hines is a soccer fan, it can already discuss Manchester United, he said.

GOAL GOAL GOAL!

But you know, whatever keeps the freaks off the streets. Even if it is creepy robots.

UPDATE: On a lighter less sarcastic note, and most definitely related, may I present Bent Objects by Terry Border.

And in other film news...

Spider-Man 4 has been put on hold. Thank Thor.

UPDATE: Both Tobey Maguire and Sam Raimi have quit Spiderman. Yesssssssssss.

OK, fine. I did not like Avatar.

Sigourney Weaver is so full of slavering adoration for this total waste of money. James Cameron respects the audience's intelligence? He tells beautiful, complicated stories? Well, she got the first part right. Cameron was right on board with audience intelligence level zero.

I found the visuals very colorful, but the story was more predictable than me needing to take a shit after a big meal. The acting put me to sleep faster than a bottle of red wine followed by a hot round of orgasms.

If this movie wins James Cameron a Directors Guild award and by extension an Oscar? I think a great disservice will have been done to the art of film. Whizzbang technology should never get in the way of solid story and decent acting. Please don't reward this fucker for what is simply a technological masturbatory fantasy.

Whew. Now I feel better.

Who Won?

Today in History: 1964 - President Lyndon B. Johnson declared a war on poverty.

In Character

On the ex-Bush Administration lawyer accused of trying to kill his wife by beating her with a flashlight and strangling her because she wanted a divorce:

Fred Fielding, Farren's former boss in the White House counsel office, said, "This report is sad and stunning, and completely out of character to anyone who knows or has worked with Mike."

And yet sadly and completely in character for the people who lived with him. His wife suffered a broken nose, jaw, and sustained other serious injuries. There was a baby and 7 year old little girl also in the house during the attempted murder.

Lawyer boy also threatened to slit his wrists, but apparently loved himself too much to cause anything more than abrasions. Needless to say, he's on suicide watch in jail. I say give him his belt back and save the state some money.

But being a Bush lawyer, he'd probably find a way to fuck it up.

Cold

Forecast is for 10 degree wind chill tonight. Fuck.

Today's Bad Science Report

Hey, look boys! A great article you can use to try and convince your gals to have teh intercourse. Somehow "you'll live longer" is just not a viable reason. Sure, all kinds of sex has some benefits, but to the scientist who says vaginal/penile intercourse is the ONLY way to fuck your way to good health? Well, that's just Bad Science. Never mind the fact that "good" sex with someone you "trust" and "love" and have a caring "relationship" with might be more of a factor in extending our longevity. So go ahead. Fuck all you want, it doesn't do a goddamn thing if it doesn't mean anything.

Juvenile Slide

OK, so I've been back at wor... wor... that place I didn't see for 3 weeks, and the later in the week it gets and the lower the temperature goes, the more juvenile I'm becoming. This is what's currently giving me fits over lunch:


Click to enlargen, or just go look at the whole damn thing at Cracked. God knows what I'll be having fits over tomorrow, Friday, with 20 degree weather.

Karma

If you're gonna be dumb enough to buy into the whole "pole dancing as fitness" craze, I say you get what you deserve. Work it, idiot.

It's Baaaaaack

I sorta kinda want one. Again. But not really.