One more mention

I need to set up a “fifteen minutes” category…

New York Post: YOU’RE FIRED!

Last October, Michael Hanscom had a job with Microsoft and a blog. Then he posted a photo he’d taken – at work, of a delivery of Macintosh computers – alongside the comment, “It looks like somebody over in Microsoft land is getting some new toys.”

Within days, he was left only with the blog.

(via Anil Dash)

That’s no pastie!

Janet's not happy

I’ve been reading various accounts of yesterday’s “accident” during the SuperBowl when Justin Timberlake removed part of Janet Jackson’s top, exposing one of her breasts on live television. Viacom, CBS, and MTV are all madly apologizing, and apparently there is going to be an FCC investigation into the incident.

An outraged Federal Communications Commission Chairman Michael Powell on Monday ordered an investigation into the broadcast of the Super Bowl’s halftime entertainment show, during which singer Janet Jackson’s right breast was exposed.

During the break in the National Football League’s championship game, pop singer Justin Timberlake reached for Jackson as they sang a duet and tore open part of her black leather bustier.

“That celebration was tainted by a classless, crass and deplorable stunt,” Powell said in a statement. “Our nation’s children, parents and citizens deserve better.”

I’ve got to admit, in some ways, this whole thing has been amusing me to no end.

In the middle of a heavily-publicized violent sports event (maybe not as overtly violent as boxing, but when many players are injured and hospitalized each year, sometimes gravely so, we’re not talking tiddlywinks), in the midst of a halftime show known for excess and pushing the boundaries, the world got a momentary one-or-two second (accidental?) glimpse of a single breast.

One breast. A couple seconds. And it’s instant controversy.

Roughly half the world’s post-pubescent population already has two breasts of their very own, and I’m assuming that unless they ensure that all lights are off every time they get dressed or take a shower, they’ve probably already seen those; and the other half of the population generally spends a fair amount of their waking hours trying to find ways to see those breasts that they don’t have! This isn’t exactly a new thing, folks.

Ah, well — my views aren’t about to change anyone’s mind. Still, I’m constantly frustrated by a culture that glorifies violence and vilifies sexuality (unless it’s being used to sell something). Seems pretty backwards. But that’s just me.

One thing I just noticed this morning, though. When I first saw pictures of the dastardly deed last night, it looked for all the world like Janet was wearing a pastie on the exposed breast — which, when combined with the conveniently detachable breast cup, definitely called into doubt the “accidental” nature of the flash. This morning Drudge Report posted some better-quality images though, and when zoomed in, it’s apparent that it’s not a pastie — but rather a nipple piercing with a silver sun shield around it.

Okay, so maybe it was accidental. I’ve gotta say, though –decent taste in body jewelry. Good for her!

Update: Lane posted video footage — that does not look “accidental” to me!

He’s a killer! With nasty, sharp, pointy teeth!

You’d think they could have found a better picture for this story

Looks dangerous to me!

(via Prairie)

[clop clop clop]

[whinny whinny]

GALAHAD:

They’re nervous, sire.

ARTHUR:

Then we’d best leave them here and carry on on foot. Dis-mount!

TIM:

Behold the cave of Caerbannog!

ARTHUR:

Right! Keep me covered.

GALAHAD:

What with?

ARTHUR:

W– just keep me covered.

TIM:

Too late!

[dramatic chord]

ARTHUR:

What?

TIM:

There he is!

ARTHUR:

Where?

TIM:

There!

ARTHUR:

What, behind the rabbit?

TIM:

It is the rabbit.

ARTHUR:

You silly sod!

TIM:

What?

ARTHUR:

You got us all worked up!

TIM:

Well, that’s no ordinary rabbit!

ARTHUR:

Ohh.

TIM:

That’s the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!

ROBIN:

You tit! I soiled my armour I was so scared!

TIM:

Look, that rabbit’s got a vicious streak a mile wide! It’s a killer!

GALAHAD:

Get stuffed!

TIM:

He’ll do you up a treat, mate.

GALAHAD:

Oh, yeah?

ROBIN:

You mangy Scots git!

TIM:

I’m warning you!

ROBIN:

What’s he do, nibble your bum?

TIM:

He’s got huge, sharp– eh– he can leap about– look at the bones!

ARTHUR:

Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!

BORS:

Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin’ right up!

TIM:

Look!

[squeak]

BORS:

Aaaugh!

[dramatic chord]

[clunk]

ARTHUR:

Jesus Christ!

TIM:

I warned you!

ROBIN:

I done it again!

TIM:

I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn’t you? Oh, it’s just a harmless little bunny, isn’t it? Well, it’s always the same. I always tell them–

ARTHUR:

Oh, shut up!

TIM:

Do they listen to me?

ARTHUR:

Right!

TIM:

Oh, no…

KNIGHTS:

Charge!

[squeak squeak squeak]

KNIGHTS:

Aaaaugh!, Aaaugh!, etc.

ARTHUR:

Run away! Run away!

KNIGHTS:

Run away! Run away!…

TIM:

Ha ha ha ha! Ha haw haw! Ha! Ha ha!

ARTHUR:

Right. How many did we lose?

LAUNCELOT:

Gawain.

GALAHAD:

Ector.

ARTHUR:

And Bors. That’s five.

GALAHAD:

Three, sir.

ARTHUR:

Three. Three. And we’d better not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit’s dynamite.

ROBIN:

Would it help to confuse it if we run away more?

ARTHUR:

Oh, shut up and go and change your armour.

GALAHAD:

Let us taunt it! It may become so cross that it will make a mistake.

ARTHUR:

Like what?

GALAHAD:

Well… ooh.

LAUNCELOT:

Have we got bows?

ARTHUR:

No.

LAUNCELOT:

We have the Holy Hand Grenade.

ARTHUR:

Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! ‘Tis one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him. Brother Maynard! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!

MONKS: [chanting]

Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.

ARTHUR:

How does it, um– how does it work?

LAUNCELOT:

I know not, my liege.

ARTHUR:

Consult the Book of Armaments!

BROTHER MAYNARD:

Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.

SECOND BROTHER:

And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, ‘O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.’ And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu–

MAYNARD:

Skip a bit, Brother.

SECOND BROTHER:

And the Lord spake, saying, ‘First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.’

MAYNARD:

Amen.

KNIGHTS:

Amen.

ARTHUR:

Right!

One!… Two!… Five!

GALAHAD:

Three, sir!

ARTHUR:

Three!

[angels sing]

[boom]

iTunes: “Thermal Noise” by Statemachine from the album Cyberl\@b (1998, 6:14).

CBS needs to work on their definition of ‘issue’ ads

Item 1: CBS refuses to run ‘issue advocacy’ ads from MoveOn and PETA during the SuperBowl.

CBS canned a 30-second spot sponsored by the liberal online activist group MoveOn.org. The commercial, which won a celebrity-judged competition for the honor of being MoveOn’s Super Bowl ad, depicts children performing a variety of blue-collar jobs — washing dishes, collecting garbage, working on an assembly line. The tagline near the end of the commercial asks, “Guess who’s going to pay off President Bush’s \$1 trillion deficit?”

The network also spiked a commercial submitted by People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. That ad featured scantily clad women and suggested that meat-eating might contribute to impotence.

Item 2: CBS debuts first-ever HIV/AIDS commercial during the SuperBowl.

CBS will air what is being called the first-ever HIV/AIDS commercial to be seen during Super Bowl Sunday programming.

Sources within CBS’s parent company, Viacom, tell the Gay.com/PlanetOut.com Network that the 20-second spot is expected to run in the latter half of the Super Bowl XXXVIII Pre-Game Show, when the most viewers are expected to tune in.

Somehow, these two stories just don’t add up. The CAP has more on CBS’s double standards.

(via Daily Kos)

Go Judy!

An absolutely beautiful article at The Nation looking at the media’s inability to cope with the fact that Judy Dean is exactly what she appears to be — a normal, well-adjusted independent woman in a healthy, loving relationship with her husband who doesn’t want to abandon her medical practice to be trotted out at every political opportunity during the campaign season.

The ongoing public inquest into Dr. Judith Steinberg makes me see, however, that we need First Ladies: Without them, American women might actually believe that they are liberated, that modern marriage is an equal partnership, that the work they are trained for and paid to do is important whether or not they are married, and that it is socially acceptable for adult women in the year 2004 to possess distinct personalities–even quirks! Without First Ladies, a woman might imagine that whether she keeps or changes her name is a private, personal choice, the way the young post-post-feminists always insist it is when they write those annoying articles explaining why they are now calling themselves Mrs. My Husband.

…it’s only when a wife has her own identity that her choices are scrutinized. If Dr. Judith Steinberg was simply Judy Dean, if she spent her life doing nothing so important it couldn’t be dropped to follow her husband as he followed his star, no one would question her priorities. No one thought less of Barbara Bush because she dropped out of college to get married, like those Wellesley girls in Mona Lisa Smile. No one reprimands Laura Bush for abandoning her career as a librarian and spending her life as her husband’s den mother. No one asks Hadassah Lieberman or Elizabeth Edwards or Gertie Clark how come they have so much free time on their hands that they can saddle up with their husbands’ campaign for months, or why, if they care so much about politics, they aren’t running for office themselves.

…What if the media tried on for size the notion that having an independent wife says something good about a candidate? For example, maybe, if his wife is not at his beck and call, he won’t assume the sun rises because he wants to get up; maybe, if his wife has her own goals in life, her own path to tread, he won’t think women were put on earth to further his ambitions; maybe, if he and his wife are true partners–which is not the same as her pouring herself into his career and his being genuinely grateful, the best-case scenario of the traditional political marriage–he may even see women as equals. Why isn’t it the candidates who use their wives to further their careers with plastic smiles and cheery waves who have to squirm on Primetime?

Damn straight.

(via Doc Searls)

iTunes: “Brandenburg Concerto in F Major, No.1, BWV1046, I. Allegro” by Rees, Jonathan/Scottish Ensemble from the album Bach: Brandenburg Concertos, Violin Concertos (1998, 4:11).

411 Length Required

Every time you click on a link and your web browser requests a resource (page, image, video or music file, or any other possible link destination) from a web server, there is a certain amount of information passed back and forth between the server and the browser as the transmission is started. One of those pieces of information is the HTTP Status Code.

If everything is working correctly, the status code sent from the server to the browser is ‘200 OK’, after which the requested information begins to be transmitted. If something doesn’t work for one reason or another, there are various possible responses, the most infamous of which is ‘404 Not Found’, returned when the requested resource doesn’t exist on the server anymore.

Recently, ThinkGeek started selling HTTPanties — a set of panties with either ‘200 OK’ or ‘403 Forbidden’ emblazoned across the front. Cute idea.

CodePoetry decided this wasn’t enough, though…

Nothing says lovin’ like 200 OK I suppose. Of course, beyond that and 403 Forbidden lie a whole world of wonderful responses that would be useful at times…

  • 300 Multiple Choices for the creative.
  • 301 Moved Permanently for the formerly-masculine.
  • 305 Use Proxy for the adventurer.
  • 307 Temporary Redirect for various reasons.
  • 401 Unauthorized for the stranger.
  • 402 Payment Required for … yeah.
  • 404 Not Found for the unfortunate.
  • 405 Method Not Allowed — I’m not going there.
  • 406 Not Acceptable explains itself.
  • 407 Proxy Authentication Required for the underage.
  • 408 Request Timeout for the extended foreplay.
  • 409 Conflict for the tired. (“The request could not be completed due to a conflict with the current state of the resource.”)
  • 410 Gone — Not going there.
  • 411 Length Required describes itself nicely.
  • 413 Request Entity Too Large does the same.
  • 415 Unsupported Media Type will not be discussed.
  • 416 Requested Range Not Satisfiable suffers a similar fate.
  • 417 Expectation Failed — this is getting bad, quick.
  • 502 Service Temporarily Overloaded for those that didn’t leave 3-way to the phone companies.
  • 503 Service Unavailable for the married and boring.

Works for me!

iTunes: “Snakes” by Voltaire from the album Devil’s Bris, The (1998, 4:10).

The Howard Dean Aerobics Program

Need some exercise? Just go to a Howard Dean appearance should he come through your town. I swear, with the number of standing ovations after every major point Dean makes, his supporters are up and down more often than your average Episcopal congregation!

Not that that’s a bad thing, of course. It just amused me during today’s Town Hall meeting with Gov. Dean.

The line outside Town Hall

The event wasn’t due to start until 3pm, with the doors to Town Hall scheduled to open at 2:15, but after my meeting with the property manager I poked my head out the window and noticed that there was already a pretty sizeable line starting to wrap around the building. It was already 1:30, so I tossed on my coat and headed down to snag a spot. Even then, I didn’t find the end of the line until it had already turned two corners and was around the back of Town Hall, and it was only a few more minutes before it wrapped around the third corner.

Of course, it wasn’t long after that that the line wrapped completely around the block. I saw a few people who came up to the line, started walking around the building trying to find the end, and eventually ended up right back where they started, swearing up and down that there was no end to the line! Just a möebus strip of Dean supporters surrounding the building.

Dean enters Town Hall

Eventually, the doors opened, and we started heading in. They were taking it slow, though, in order to prevent overcrowding, and only letting about 20 people in at a time. This ended up working out well — at one point I was standing by the side of the building, right next to the back doors. Suddenly I heard people start shouting “Howard!” I turned around, and there he was, getting out of a rental van and heading into the building. He paused for a moment to wave and shake a few hands (which I was just too far away to take advantage of), and then headed into Town Hall.

Once in, there were tables set up to let us register for next week’s Caucuses, and once done with that, we filed into the main hall. There things got a little goofy, as it was already crowded, and it became fairly difficult to find a seat, but it all worked out in the end. We ended up filling the upstairs hall to capacity plus standing room only (over 1000 people in the room), and had a large amount of overflow crowd watching via monitors downstairs.

Dean addressing the crowd

Congressman Jim McDermott came in first to rousing applause, and after a short speech from him and a woman member of SEIU, Dean came up and took the stage. As this was officially a Town Hall Meeting about health care, he split his appearance into two parts. The first half was the “motivational” stump speech section, and for the second half he took some questions about his policies and plans. He handled himself quite well for both of these.

First off, a quick apology — I didn’t think to bring along anything to take notes with, and as I have a mind like a steel trap (rusty and illegal in thirty-seven states), I can’t remember all the details of his plans and everything he said. I did like what I heard, I just can’t retain any of it for more than about thirty seconds. The retention capability of a goldfish, that’s me. So, what follows is more general impressions than “this particular part of his plan impresses me” reporting.

During the stump speech part, he came across as more of an “official” candidate — still just as charismatic as ever (which I think is one of his greatest strengths when he can make an in-person appearance, though it doesn’t always show as much in interviews), but more subdued than he’s come across as (or has been portrayed as) recently. The crowd was still very responsive and very supportive, too, jumping to their feet and applauding for his points, and hissing and booing as he ran through the litany of all that Bush has done for us. While the media may be doing their best to damn Dean to oblivion, he definitely still has his supporters!

The question and answer period looked like it was originally supposed to be simply questions from a group of people pre-selected and arranged on stage behind Dean. However, after a couple of those, someone from the audience stood up and hollered out a question possibly intended to derail Dean, asking how he intended to reduce the number of abortions in America today. If this was intended to fluster him, though, it failed miserably — he immediately said that the first thing we needed to do was ensure health care for all children under the age of eighteen, and the second thing we need to do was to promote sexual education in schools that didn’t limit itself to preaching abstinence, at which point the entire crowd erupted with cheers. Once those died down, Dean said that the third part would be to tell all those white boys in Washington to stay out of our bedrooms and pay attention to things that really matter, and everyone started cheering all over again.

Post meeting applause

Dean took a few more questions from the audience, and a couple more from the people on stage with him, and then it was time to wrap things up. He returned to the more “motivational”/rousing the troops/stump speech pattern for a few minutes, then called things to an end, clasping hands with McDermott and the people around him onstage, then making is way off, signing autographs on the way.

All in all, it was an excellent afternoon. I’m still quite solidly behind Dean as my candidate of choice, and it was good to be able to see him in person again (especially in a still-crowded but more intimate setting than Westlake Plaza).

Next step: next week’s caucuses!

Update: Dean’s blog says that there were over 2,500 people at today’s event.

Update: I’ve uploaded a quick photo gallery of the event.

iTunes: “My Baby’s In Love With Eddie Vedder” by Yankovic, “Weird Al” from the album Running With Scissors (1999, 3:26).

Miracles never cease

I just had a conversation with the property manager for my building. We’ve been talking back and forth off and on for a couple weeks now, looking at various options as far as possibly switching apartments, signing a new lease, and getting a month’s rent free as a signing bonus for re-signing my lease.

As it turns out, last week our building was apparently purchased by a new leasing agency, so we weren’t sure what sort of deals or possibilities might exist with the new management. We finally got confirmation on the new setup, and I’m not going to be able to get a free months rent for renewing my lease.

But.

They are going to drop my rent if I renew my lease — from \$650/month to \$495/month!

That.

So.

Rocks.

iTunes: “Insane in the Brain (Da Funky Chunky)” by Cypress Hill from the album Insane in the Brain (1999, 6:37).