Meh....

I’ve been consumed by podcasts as of late. Diggnation, Twit it’s all good. I still need something else good to listen to. Sorry to say that these podcasts have been taking up the little free time that I have. Work is killing me as of now, but I’m planning to get back into the blogging mood ASAP. Ciao for mow.

Podcasts.

Podcasting is taking over my life, I am  listening to TWiT, Security Now!, Diggnation and I’m about to get into Wheezy and the Swish. Tell me what are some of your favourite podcasts. Below are the ones I like but I am looking for some more tech podcasts and really funny ones.

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TWiT

Fired!

The man who was hated by all that loved TechTV has been released of his duties.

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Testing pics.

This is a test of sending a picture via the blogger MS Word plugin, if this works, then blogger is “teh awesome”.

EDIT: I guess it ain't working...

Get it.

Testing

New IM! Yeah, go try out http://www.meebo.com/ to use AIM, MSN, and ICQ . Sorry no google talk but ah well. I’m using the blogger add on for MSWord, so hope this works.

Bush shows sympathy.

Apparently people are venting their animosity towards Bush in very creative ways. THis is Dubbaya's stance in the New Orleans, with Daddy even!

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Google Blog Search.

Google has unleased a new search capability, called blog search. While i think it's cool to have another blog search engine, i can't help but think that there are many other blog search engines, such as technorati and syndic8 and blog rankings. As is the google approach to anything, it will undoubtedly succeed, but there are others around that do this well. One thought to add also is, why not make a section on the main google page to choose from. Ah well, google will take over the world and what google does sets the standard, though is that always a good thing?

Google Blog Search | Blogger's Google Blog Search

Busy!

I'm realllllllly busy thwese days. I just started school and i'm working on some Television stuff, but more on that in the future. I have a lot i wanted to talk about, but can't as of right now. Good news though, i'm able to be on every day from in school and will be on doing research. More soon.

That's normal.

Oh wait, SWEET MOTHER OF DAIRY BISCUITS, THAT AIN'T NORMAL! You may now return to your life.

School Days...

Isn’t it the greatest feeling in the world to prove someone wrong? You know, when someone’s totally berating you about something that you’ve “done” when in reality you didn’t even know something could be done, so far be it for you to have done it. Case in point; school. School is a treacherous place, where youths are sent to prepare for the real world, get this over hyped “education” thing as well as suffer the torment that is, criticism by one’s peers. I have fond memories of school, and by fond, I mean, the urge to get rid of them by sticking the Q-Tip down my ear canal as far as it can go and manually make myself unaware of such events ever existing. Tell me if this scenario doesn’t sound so familiar that you’d swear I was there to witness the events that moulded your adolescence, you’re sitting in a room, filled with 40 of future lawyers, doctors, crack addicts and hobos/drifters, when all of a sudden, WHAP!, you’re struck in some way, be it a generous slap to the back of the head, being flicked on the ear or a syringe is inserted to your neck and you’re injected with horse tranquilizers, it may vary depending on where your school is and what your culture considers acceptable, but its still something harmless and childlike like that, you now quickly turn around and not a soul knows what went on, so you go about your business until WHAP!, you’re either slapped, flicked or injected yet again.

Depending on how patient and/or retarded you are, you turn around and say something after the fourteenth time or so and aim the blame at someone who is just as innocent as you, some sort of Mike Tyson-esque ear chomping may ensue possibly and feelings may be hurt. You’ll feel like an idiot for pin pointing the wrong person and then get in trouble even though you’re just as innocent as the person whose ear you gorged on. Yeah, if you were the person who was sampled should feel really good because you ain’t done a thing, the person who chomped, i.e you, feel like crap, but that’s old school (no pun intended, unless it’s funny, in which case I totally intended it). Thinking more around the lines of being an adult/teenager, you may know how it is when someone might call you and start yelling at you. It may be your parents, a friend, your boss, or if you’re into recreational drug use, it may be a ballet dancing pirate with a hunchback speaking klingon, but whatever. Said person, upon your arrival, starts berating you for not picking up a paper or something of that matter, when in reality the person had never mentioned to you to do something, so in reality, you never had knowledge of said paper. Innocently state that you were not made privy to the information required to do said task, translation, “you’re an idiot because this problem is here only of your doing.” Now feel free to throw this in the person’s face or….something, or maybe sympathize, I don’t know, it can go either way, just be sure you come out feeling good, i.e. make them feel like idiots.

Comment Word Verification.

I cherish my comments very much, it lets me get a view into the minds of the readers of the blog and is a great way to get feedback. Sadly, i've stared getting spam, so i've enabled word verification so as to eradicate spam.

Muumuus make me irresistable to women, go figure.(Real Life 2)

Today was really super! I went to the mall today with the muumuu I bought at the Salvation Army, and WOW, this thing is a chick magnet, seriously! I was mighty hungry, so I looked around for sustenance. I found me a popcorn cart where there were many types of popcorns to choose from. I like popcorn. I wonder how popcorn came to be, I think popcorn should be given to all the people that don’t have popcorn so that they can have popcorn too, except for sick people, they tend to cough when they eat popcorn, and that’s annoying. Anyway, I decided to get the orange-ish popcorn which was really popcorn with cheese dust on it. I went up to the lady at the stall to buy the cheese popcorn and told her that my muumuu was new. “That’s nice, good for you.” She said, then she rolled her eyes. I think that’s really great sign, just like getting “the hand” and then kneed in the groin. I think she loves me, but has inhibitions that are preventing her from opening up to me. Wow, it must be tough to not be me.

I went down to the cosmetic place because I needed deodorant, I was smelling icky, not normal icky, more like walking into a porter potty that hasn’t been flushed 2 days after it was used at a baked bean convention icky. When I wore white shirts for the day and did my Jazzercise with Richard Simmons in the morning, under my arms would turn green, and it wouldn’t come out when I washed it, so I went online into the future janitorial engineer chat room, and the guys said that I should say I was playing a sport and people would think that it was a grass stain. Now when people ask about my green underarms, I say that I was either playing Ice Hockey, or chess, I tend to mix it up, I seem more athletic that way, but more importantly, that’s a bullet dodged!

So I entered into the cosmetic place where I met Cindy. I knew her name because it was written on her nametag and I had read it and that was how I knew. I went up to her and said “Hello Cindy” and she said hello back. Then I told her that I had known her name because it was written on her nametag and I had read it and that was how I knew. She looked at me funny, I think she was intimidated. Usually I think women just aren’t sure how to react when they meet me and I can relate, I once met a William Shatner look alike in a Star Trek convention last year and I barely was able to get anything out! How embarrassing! Cindy helped me get a new deodorant and mentioned something about bulk discount, she was sure helpful and obviously attracted to me because she was offering me bulk discounts! Today was cool! Gotta run!

Racism and Katrina.

I don’t usually comment on political happenings mainly for the fact that I’m not American and I wouldn’t know much about what goes on concerning Americans politics, and politics of my own country would seem far more unimportant considering Americans tend not to care about their own selves much less for others where politics are concerned. I also tend not to comment on the news because it isn’t the point of this blog, it’s about tech and comedy, yes I said comedy, whether it is good or bad is another story but that’s the intention nonetheless even if you’re now discovering that. Also I don’t because no one cares, but I’ve decided to toss my hat into the insignificant blogger’s news commenting ring.

I recently looked at CNN Headline News, as I usually do, and was looking at Showbiz Tonight. I like the show even though it seemed to take on more news that entertainment. Anyhow, they did a piece on the internet, coverage of the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, internet/media and racism. Now you must be thinking that these things are unrelated, but you’d be wrong. They showed how an Associated Press picture showed a black man wading through waist high water with a garbage bag, and the caption stated that the man had looted some food. GETTI! CHECK. Getti images on the other hand had a picture with two white people wading through water, and the caption read that they had “found” some bread and other food items. Showbiz Tonight basically wanted to point out that there is some sort of racial slant towards the suffering people in Mississippi and the media coverage being given to them. To that I say, duh.

One news anchor on a news network I can’t remember at the moment was bold enough to say that the scene looked like if it was in Africa. Yes, there are a lot of black people there, and the truth is as Kanye West said in song, “Racism still alive, we just be concealing it”. The fact of the matter that racism is very much alive and well, not necessarily outright as in the banning of blacks from various activities, or segregation taking place, no, racism is alive inside people. I remember looking at yet another news program, something like 20/20, I’m not sure since it was something I only saw once, and they were looking at how the media only wants to give attention to “beautiful people.” A woman was reported kidnapped, and no media attention was brought, no matter how much one woman tried. All attention was given to “beautiful” people, mostly women who were, get this, white.

Now we know that some people are, let’s say, easier on the eyes that others, but it really is a shame for this subliminal racism to be taking place. When was the last time you saw any sort of extensive news coverage on a black person being kidnapped? As with anything though, there is an exception to the rule. Rich people are that exception. While black people are thought of generally as thugs, gangsters and overall bad people, for good reason mind you, rich people are accepted in the media’s eye….somewhat. Before people go up in arms at me saying that people think of blacks in a negative way for good reason, let me say that it’s a fact, that the majority of gangs and thugs around the place are black, and so it is within good reason to look at black people to fit into those roles more so than whites. The generalization and stereotyping of all black people though is very much unacceptable.

Back to the media though, face it, you’re not going to be seeing Will Smith, Chris Rock or Denzel Washington on the cover of tabloids or in the gossip magazines, maybe once or twice here and there, once in a blue moon, because there was space that needed to be filled, but the only time really that you’ll see blacks in the public eye is for something negative, it’s just the way it is, need proof? How about Kobe Bryant, 50 Cent or just about any rapper for that matter. Luckily, the American culture is one where just about anyone can bounce back from any degree of negativity. While the whole racism issue isn’t necessarily there outright, it’s there nonetheless, and while I’m not black, I can see it’s there just as well as the next person.

Real Life, entry 1.

I awoke in the morning, dazed and in a trance, a dream like state, where I knew I would not be able to make amends with my body for not allowing it to sleep longer. I was tired from going to bed not last night, but earlier the same morning, for I was waiting to see myself grace the television’s glowing screen of enchanted wisdom. I was not yet good enough to be shown at times where common folk would watch, so this I thought of as being special, unwilling to face the reality that is “suck”.

I proceeded to get out of bed when I saw a man at the window; he climbed in and overpowered me, had his way with me, and made me pose with a small teddy bear named Walter for photographs to be sold to Russian merchants in the illegal stuffed animal exploitation trade. The man quickly left, but not without the aid of me and Walter to get the pictures onto the computer and onto a CD for the man to easily distribute to those Russian dudes. He asked to charge his batteries by me, but I had to put down my foot and say “Nein”, that’s Russian I think, but not a number, Walter told me that. As the man left, I held Walter in my arms and proceeded to consume some breakfast.

While holding Walter in one hand and eating me a big ol’ mess of biscuits, I watched flamboyance at its purest with Richard Simmons. Suddenly, I felt some sort of vibration in my hand. Walter seemed relieved, yet embarrassed, he had broke wind before me, in my hand even. “How dare you break wind before me?” I exclaimed in a loud, angry like voice.
“I didn’t know it was your turn!” Jabbed Walter. Not only was this the basis of a bad toilet humored joke and a blatant rip-off of a joke in the second Austin Powers movie, it was the deciding factor in my decision to let Walter go, to a place in the open, and not have to crop dust inside people’s houses while they’re enjoying a big ol’ mess of biscuits and watching flamboyant health guru and all around girlie man, Richard Simmons. I suited up, which is military jargon for getting dressed, and proceeded to get into my car and drive to the Salvation Army. I like the Salvation Army, they know my by name there. While perusing for a new muumuu, I handed in Walter to the old lady with the lipstick on her teeth. “You need to know that there’s a time and place for everything Walter” is what I said, then I turned away, and paid 7 cents for my new muumuu. I went home immediately after because Napoleon Dynamite was supposed to be on right after Richard Simmons, and I wouldn’t want to miss that! That would be bad!