Beware the unexpected attack vector – The Register (not that one)
Your enemy may not come at you from the direction you expect. Set up sentries around the beach, they’ll get you through the ocean. Set up a firewall, they’ll get you through web browsers. It’s mainly about computer/network security, but it has an interesting story explaining why there’s only one major newspaper in Los Angeles. (TL;DR: the LA Times bought up all the independent distributors and sabotaged their rivals’ deliveries.)
OK, if you know me at all, you’ll know why this was not well targeted:
Oh, I’m in the right demographic, but I can’t say I’ve ever been remotely interested in sports, especially spectator sports. Let’s see… I saw one Superbowl and attended one baseball game, both as Boy Scout activities, and I watched a rugby match in France with a pub full of Australians because I had come down with the Colombian death flu and really didn’t have anything else to do, but couldn’t quite bring myself to stay in the hotel all day.
Yep, that’s about it.
The last time I bought Ny-Quil, there was a remark on the receipt about it being a restricted quantity item. At the time I assumed people were abusing it somehow, but I never got around to looking it up.
Now I know why. Apparently, pseudoephedrine can be used to make methamphetamine, and some states are considering further restricting sales of over-the-counter drugs like Ny-Quil and Sudafed—making people ask a pharmacist, for example, so sales can be tracked more easily. (At present, California only restricts the quantity bought in a single purchase, which is completely non-intrusive to people who just want to breathe comfortably for the next week.)
Y’know, I have no problem with limiting the quantities purchased (as long as the limits are reasonable), and I can live with standing in line at the pharmacy if I have to—but some of the suggestions are to require you to “show identification—and even enter [your] addresses in a law enforcement database.” Excuse me? What do the police care if I have a cold? New! More government scrutiny of your life, brought to you by the War on Drugs(tm)!
As to the likely success of this effort, consider this quote Continue reading
Dear [insert advice columnist here],
I moved out of my parents’ home four years ago and have been speaking to them and my sister less and less over time. They rarely have time to visit us, and it is impractical for us to visit them at their home, due to the amount of junk accumulated in their house and my husband’s allergies to their cats. When we do see each other, I find myself uncomfortable with them, both politically and socially, as our interests have diverged. Last Christmas, rather than give generic gifts that would go unused and further clutter their home, my husband and I chose to make donations to charities in their names, and picked foundations and causes important to them. At the time, they seemed to approve of our choice. However, three days ago, my mother called to ask if we would be doing this again so that she could tell everyone to donate for us instead of giving gifts. They are apparently displeased with our nontraditional method of holiday giving and do not want to give us tangible gifts if they will not receive them in return. I don’t mind this for myself, as I dislike the commercial mess Christmas has become, but I’m curious to know if others have received similar reactions, and what you make of the situation. I’m getting the impression that for some, the thought isn’t what counts.
It seems that the city of Verona wants people to text-message “Juliet” (of Romeo and…) [note: originally linked to Reuters] instead of writing notes and sticking them to the walls with gum. (Too bad it wasn’t in Singapore.) Apparently the notes are damaging the walls of the 13th-century building, and they want to set up a screen and have people send text messages to it using the phone.
There’s a small courtyard with a balcony, a gift shop, and a statue of the Shakespearian heroine. According to the article it was originally an inn, but has long been associated with the Capulets. “Acquired by the council a century ago, it was officially designated ‘the house of Juliet’ in 1935.” I don’t recall seeing any notes on the walls when I was there in 1999. Either I’ve just forgotten, or it really has gotten worse in the last five years.
I found this ad from 1972 while looking through old comic books. At first I just found it interesting in a proto-Transformers sort of way, but then I looked more closely at it:
It actually uses the phrasing, “more (car) than meets the eye!”
I more-or-less randomly wondered about the origin of the phrase, “My hed iz pastede on yay!” and did a quick google search (the phrase + “origin”). This led me to the Google Meme Observatory, which I am hereby posting so that I can come back and look at it when I have time to, y’know, look at it.
As for the phrase, someone had tracked it down to a particular ex-LJ community, and found the original April 16 post in which someone coined the term regarding an apparently bad image manip featuring the faces of Merry and Pippin. One of the replies: “you do realize you’ve started a goddamn PLAGUE with that expression over at livejournal?” Prophetic words, indeed.
