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There's been one site that I have read on a daily basis for almost ten years now. My father told me about the Astrony Picture of the Day within a few months of its creation on June 16, 1995. It's hard for me to think of ANY site I visited ten years ago, let alone one I've ready regularly ever since. |
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What made me think I should post this link is today's extra-awesome picture: a tornado devouring a rainbow. I swear to god, that's going to be on the cover of my next album: "Year Three with Cheeto, Year Two with Jelly, Year One with Shaggy Do'." |
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Come to think of it, maybe it's time for a best-hits. |
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PhotoRogue stems from an idea I had a few weeks ago: a site where people can send in requests of what to photograph, and I will go out, take the pictures and post them up for the whole world to see. But that idea is only interesting if you want a picture of San Francisco (where I live), so then I thought, why not assemble a group of volunteer photographers from all over the world? An army of camera-toting adventurers at your very disposal! |
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I've already seeded the site with one such adventure (tennis players at Dolores park), but I need a few more to get the ball rolling. Therefore, I encourage you to submit requests to get the project started. I'm going on the Google ski trip on Thursday and Friday, so pictures of the revelry in Squaw might be a good request. |
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(Before you click on the link, I'd like to propose a game. Think of a famous place in Europe and come back here to comment on whether or not there is a picture of Jeff in that place.) |
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Jeff Comeau has created what may be the largest collection of self-portraits ever. We're talking 150 to 200 photographs. Van Gogh doesn't even come close. Plus, van Gogh was not wearing the same Operation Ivy sweatshirt in 90% of his self-portraits. I wonder if Jeff just left his camera in self-timer mode the entire time. |
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My geek desire for a constant and steady stream of incoming clever and creative material has been well-satiated this week. |
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First I stumbled upon (and by stumbled upon, I mean read on Slashdot) the Degree Confluence Project, which is attempting to visit every latitude and longitude degree-line intersection. Apparently they have more than 20,000 pictures, many of which are quite interesting. Although what I'd really like to see is a little page where a map shows you wondering around on a particular path, and always displays a picture from the closest confluence. |
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Next. And before I write anything else, I have to say that this is an awesome idea in every way. My co-worker Kevin Fox has been giving out disposable cameras with little notes on them since 1998. It's called randompixel.com. The note says something like: take a picture with me, and then pass me on; if there are no more left, mail me to this address. The results are less spectacular than the idea, but still fascinating. |
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Well, it's not the long-awaited follow-up to Lord of the Bongs - Part I, but it damn well is worth a read. Michelle's anti-autocracy tyraid comes just in time for July 4th, the holiday in which we all join hands and give thanks that Jesus brought us candy eggs and candy corn. Wait, I think I have the fourth confused with all the other important holidays. Oh, well, fuck it, I have to go hang up some lights and shit. |
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Word to the wise: in California, if there's less than a three year difference, then it's only a misdemeanor, and not a felony, which means they don't send you to federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison. It also means you won't have to go around the neighborhood telling all your neighbors that you're a sex offender. |
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God damn, Megan's law is a crime against humanity. Jesus Christ, when did people start thinking that there's no such thing as forgiveness. There've been protests against a guy who went through voluntary castration, who was released in the Bay Area. Fuck you, mindless assholes! I don't trust parents, at all. |
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In other news, I found my binary hand counting page that I wrote in the year of our lord, two thousand and nothin'! Four to you too, buddy. |
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The Bombs of Love is the best Bob the Angry Flower comic strip since Bob's Quick Guide to the Apostrophe, You Idiots. I can't summarize my feelings about war, or President Bush any better. Go read it. Laugh. Send it to friends. Print out a copy. Then staple it to your significant other. Or maybe just the bulletin board at work. Whatever you're into. |
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I look at a thousand sick, twisted, hilarious, trippy and confusing things every day on the net, mostly thanks to Cruel.com, my oversized collection of bookmarks and a few zealous link-sender types that I talk to on AIM from time to time. |
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So why this link? Because I simply can't remember something as jaw-dropping as this in recent memory (probably since the infamous crab video). This one's a car commercial. Car versus cat. Let me just say, the cat goes down in the first round, so to speak. Don't get me wrong, even though I really hate cats, this is bad enough to make me pity the thing. |
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For more wild and crazy animal violence, read perhaps the most controversial episode of Bob the Angry Flower... ever: Dog Killer. |
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You may be wondering why the background of the article is Dinosaur Chicken Nuggets. Why, you ask? Because Dinosaur Chicken Nuggets are awesome...
You know what else is awesome? BrandonChalk.com. These dinosaur chicken nuggets are an homage to Brandon Chalk, Jacob and metro-Shane, who are all cool. And with the burgeoning success of his website, I can only assume that Brandon will be able to lure major satirists away from the Sunday New York Times, Mad Magazine and perhaps even Redbook.
So go visit. In fact, go right now. Then go again in about six hours, because by then there will have been at least one or two new articles. Those guys write like crazy. Not like me. I'm lazy. In fact, I'm too lazy to finish thi |
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I went to PoliticalCompass.org today to see where I stand ideologically on their little graph. In Economic Left/Right I score -4.00, and Social Liberatarian/Authoritarian I score -6.41. The test was decent at best. My objection: many questions were just stereotypical political questions with very little context. Thus it was more about emotion than logic. I think I would lie slightly more conservative if the questions were better veiled, but only because conservative-sounding statements just make me want to vomit with rage! |
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The score didn't make me too upset, because on the graph, I'm close to Ghandi, Nelson Mandela, and various other respectful folks. Further, apparently George Bush is very close to Hitler, which doesn't really surprise me. Then I curiously click on the 2004 Presidential Election Candidates. This is disgusting. Of the ten democratic candidates graphed, eight of them are in the authoritarian/right category, right next to George Bush. Great. Beautiful. That's fucking capital! |
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I am mildly comforted that the winner of the Iowa caucus is the one of those eight closest to me. So for the moment, I'm all behind Kerry. |
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