verbosity

Chuckie

Enough Jackie for now. How about some completely custom Converse Chuck Taylors?

60 bones though...you better love them shoes. Every pair of All-Stars I've owned weren't exactly the highest-quality, most-durable shoes out there.

Jackie Boy

Just in case you didn't have enough Jack Thompson insanity to fill your day, I just found a recent thread of email between ol' Jackie and the creator of the awesome VG Cats comic strip.

Hilarity ensues.

Oh, and a Jackie comic.

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There's plenty of Jack to go around these days, but I thought his attack on The Sims 2, and an article on Game Revolution were especially amusing. Someone needs to make a parody of MC Hawking's "Why Won't Jesse Helms Just Hurry Up and Die" involving Jack Thompson.

Opulence

I can't imagine the thinking behind opening a club using the patronizing name "Opulence". Last Friday, a flyer was left by their outreach committee on my windshield:

Being the Geek that I am, I immediately scanned the flyer for their web site URL. A few days later, I remembered to check the site out, and imagine my surprise (not) when I found a GoDaddy holding page:

In addition to changing your club name, here's another marketing hint: don't advertise your web site until you have something there to display! That'll be $450 in consulting.

I love how they use "ultra" in their name. I would have kicked it up a notch and used "ultimate" though.

Dreams

Public support of the Spache Shuttle program is at an all-time low according to a CBS News poll.

In response, I share one of my favorite inspiring quotes with you:

Cutting the space budget really restores my faith in humanity. It eliminates dreams, goals, and ideals and lets us get straight to the business of hate, debauchery, and self-annihilation.
-- Johnny Hart

Remember when everyone was glued to the television or the radio for a shuttle launch?

I have a great idea. Let's take all that wasted space-program money and build more prisons so we can incarcerate more people in our War On Drugs, our War On Terror, or whatever pseudo-ideological "war" that Oceania is currently waging on Eurasia or Eastasia.

RAI...E

Driving home on Interstate 80, I saw two in-transit Ford Explorer XLTs. What makes the picture better? One was towing the other (Oh how I need a new camera-phone or tiny digicam). Surely, the guy bought the pair with the intention of cannibalizing one to rebuild the other, but I couldn't help but say to myself:

"Redundant Array of Inexpensive...Explorers"

"Cold-spare Explorer" / "Shelf-spare explorer"

Of course, the explorer that was rusted through in many places was the one doing the towing.

Robin Hood

Sunday before last (24 July 2005), I was drinking beers, eating dinner, and throwing darts at Brewsky's with Mr. Peck. I'd worked quite a bit that weekend, so when he called me and proposed the outing, I was all over it. While throwing darts, I managed to robin-hood not once but twice, though the first one fell apart rather quickly. The second time it stuck firmly, so I was able to snag photos of it.

As you can see, a "robin hood" is when you split the flight of one dart with the tip of another. I had never seen this feat before, or even heard of it until my brother had it happen to him not even a week prior.