Let me say publicly that DonBoy’s answer exudes a combination of intuitive genius and confidence that make me think DonBoy is going to do big things in his life. -- Steven D. Levitt (Freakonomics blog)
Saturday, January 29, 2005
From a Frayster at Slate:
IOZ: Good evening, God, and welcome to The Deity's Studio.-- and it goes way on beyond that.
INTELLIGENT DESIGNER: Good evening, IOZ. And please, don't call me God.
IOZ: You'd prefer... Hashem?
ID: No, IOZ. I'm not God. I'm the Intelligent Designer.
IOZ: Well, we hate to quibble with our deities on TDS, but wouldn't a supernatural force capable of the creation of the entire universe, by its very nature, be a God.
ID: Not necessarily, IOZ. I could be, for instance, a supremely powerful metaphysical industrial designer.
IOZ: Are you?
ID: I'm afraid I can't say.
Constitutional note: although the 22nd Amendment limits Presidents to 2 full terms, there is no such limitation on Vice-Presidents. Cheney can remain VP until the End of Days!
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Brian Flemming is trying to spread a deliberately made-up story about an e-mail spammer who was murdered by having a can of Spam shoved down his throat. I say, if it convinces one spammer to stop, it's well worth the lie.
(David Letterman once had a bit where he was going to try to spread a rumor, and invited the audience to help pick the rumor. They settled on "Dan Rather and Peter Jennings were secretly married recently in South America".)
Monday, January 24, 2005
From the Boston Globe's sports blog:
Tom Brady is like the black in roulette. Don't dare go against him.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Wanna see see my house and a whole pile of snow?
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Jae's Cafe, Downtown Boston:
Now the only people taking the motto ["Eat at Jae's, Live Forever"] literally are sitting next to us, elaborately wasted and canoodling over their pad see ew. ''I'm having a lovely evening with my clients and I'm in the ladies room giving you a call," the blonde in the coatdress tells her phone as the bald-pated man in horn-rimmed glasses caresses her shoulder. ''I should have divorced him a long time ago," she confides to him later.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
There's playing video games (pathetic). There's making video games into an impossible challenge, by trying to see how fast you can finish one in one continuous, near-perfect burst of twitchiness (macho pathetic). There's recording the feat of completing Super Mario 64 -- a game that I spent most of one unemployed summer working my way through -- in three hours (impressive). There's putting that video on the web. There's downloading that video, and then there's watching a video of some stranger playing Super Mario 64. For three hours.
At this last point, I think we've really arrived at pathetic.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Bob's Tropical Fish has, inexplicably, put this here blog on its blogroll, as well as consisting of my legion of recent commentor, so...look! Over there, on the right-hand margin!