While looking at website referrer logs, I came across an article at Radio Heroes detailing Gorilla City (Or, What if Grodd Was One of Us?)
The site is all about “reviewing—well, okay, making fun of” a series of audio-drama comic books, and this one tells a tale of Batman in Gorilla City, and how he uses trancendental meditation to defeat Grodd, the Super-Gorilla!
No, really!
I haven’t listened to the sound clips yet, but the write-up is great!
By way of Justin Mason and the SpamAssassin mailing list comes this post about writing add-ons for Outlook.
Seth Goodman writes of Outlook’s contact list:
This feature was apparently added for the convenience of virus writers, who it appears were one of the key groups that set the design requirements for this product
Ronald F. Guilmette replies:
So if I want source code for a software tool that can extract addresses from a personal Outlook address book, I guess that I should just go out and hire a virus writer! Hummm. I would have no problem with that. At least this would give them some honest work for a change… keeping them off the streets and out of trouble for a short while.
So now, where does one post a ‘HELP WANTED’ ad for a virus writer?
While in San Diego for Comic-Con, we passed this exit several times and thought it wonderfully appropriate for all things Firefly:
We didn’t think at first that we’d actually gotten a decent picture, having had a case of slow trigger finger on one camera and basically stuck the other out the window and clicked. It was a great addition to the fruits of a recent foray into unfamiliar territory, the first of which would be more appropriate for Comic-Con than an upscale apartment development:
No, Greg Dean doesn’t live here:
And finally, a bit of map serendipity whereby we find out where one of my stories takes place:
Screenshot of the PHP RSS news feed:
Wow, when they said “archive,” they really meant it! 🙂
While SharpReader is the best aggregator I’ve tried for Windows, it does have problems with dates from time to time — sometimes articles will be stamped with the time they were downloaded instead of the time they were posted.
And I suspect in this case, it’s missing a date. (In UNIX, and as a result across most of the Internet, time is measured in seconds since GMT midnight January 1, 1970. If you somehow end up with a time of -1, this is what you get.)
From an anonymous Slashdot post:
I heard Episode 3 is going to be teh sith.
Suing JibJab over using the tune and some lyrics of “This Land is Your Land” is like filing a class-action suit against grade-schoolers for using “The Birthday Song” to sing “You look like a monkey/And you smell like one too.” The contention that the song has been “damaged” by its use as parody is ridiculous. Have these people not been outdoors since 1999? Do they not know how long internet fads actually last? Sure, for some people the cartoon will be the first thing they think of on hearing the song for a while, but that will go away. The only reason Badger Badger Badger and All Your Base are still primarily associated with their source material is that they were either widely unknown before the humor emerged (AYB), or were original creations (BBB). “This Land is Your Land” is, or at least used to be, aggressively marketed as an assembly-appropriate song in elementary schools, and children’s brains are much more receptive than adults’. I don’t even think of the cartoon now on hearing the song, but of the inside of my elementary-school cafeteria, the time they accidentally let the record play all the verses, and, of all things, tissue-paper flowers. (God only knows why, as they weren’t used at the same assemblies.) TRO needs to grow up and let people have their perfectly legal fun. Though it would be fun to see them get a trial date a year from now and try to prove there was any lasting damage.
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(Continued from part 1.)
Our hotel was located within walking distance of the Little Italy trolley stop. Diagonally across from a coffee shop (“It’s a Grind”) that we frequented during our stay was this restaurant:
Katie informed me that one of the Indigo Girls has, in fact, opened or invested in a restaurant, but this doesn’t seem to be it.
Here’s another restaurant (or more likely a bar) that we spotted, this time in Downtown San Diego:
This was Friday night with Sean, when we were wandering around the Gaslamp District and environs looking for a place to eat. We found ourselves wondering… was this a martini made with Ranch dressing? A place where martinis grazed and rustlers had to watch out for stampedes? Did they serve a crispy ranch martini with bacon?
Actually, “Grand Admiral” Sean should take the credit for the next one: I don’t remember if it was this year’s con or a past one, but he was on one of the escalators with Timothy Zahn, who remarked that the view always reminded him of the view inside the Death Star cannon. Inspired, I checked out that particular escalator, and Zahn’s right: it does look like the Death Star cannon!
![[View from the escalator on the east half of the San Diego Convention Center]](https://journal.kvibber.com/wp-content/uploads/2004/07/deathstar-convention-center.jpg "View from the escalator on the east half of the San Diego Convention Center")
And, in closing, an image from our hotel room this morning. It seems that Salvador Dali had somehow gotten into our room and transformed our soap:
(Continued in Volume 2.)
