Man, it’s not often I can say I wish the things in Achewood were true.
Category: Plugs
I’m running the first (theoretically) paid ads ever on xorph.com, now. I don’t have any particular moral objection to ads; it just never seemed worth the trouble before. Until Clockers got boingboinged.
As Holly pointed out, I wrote 991 extremely short stories and she wrote 41 stories that interlock in a crossword, and yet the fanfic we did for a bad movie is what starts eating into our fifteen minutes. Internet is really weird.
“Say hello to Bono and Sandra Day O’Connor!”
All right, I freaking live with The Surrealists, it’s about time I memed it up, right?
Presenting Dr. O’Callaghan’s Scientific Fist Names Generator.
This is all 30 Rock’s fault really, even if they didn’t invent the gag. I love 30 Rock.
I haven’t been keeping track: where’s the pendulum these days on whether it’s permissibly hip to link to anything Onion-related? Regardless, the video stuff they’re doing now has been surprisingly good, for two reasons: the production values aren’t awful, and the headline-scroll supplies as many gags as you get all week in the print version. Yesterday’s Al Qaeda Also Fed Up With Ground Zero Construction Delays is a low-key classic.
Aha, Kevan points out that all the Shoot London photos are up, better illustrating the original-groupthink phenomenon Holly articulated and I repeated. It took me three tries to find our own picture on the Clue A page.
That took entirely too long
Dispatching the Dungeon Master is back from its long hiatus-by-spam-death, with all entries and comments lovingly hand-restored. No, not lovingly. The opposite of that.
I had just enough strength remaining to post one new game seed, and I’d like to start the old thing up again, if you guys are interested.
I think Miles had that beard when he was in high school. You suck, Miles
Hey, look at that! Miles, one of my Todd Six kids, is doing a Park Ranger internship at Yellowstone this summer, and he’s got a sharp five-letter domain name at which to chronicle it. Welcome to the five-letter brotherhood, Miles. Kevan and I will be flying in to haze you shortly.
A DRM Story
“How is that a number?” asks Val, squinting at it. “There are letters in the middle of it.”
“Huh?”
“The fourth digit is an F, tenth one is a D, thirteenth is an E…”
“I don’t know, must be a computer… something.” Glick shrugs. “Look, it starts with an oh-nine… then another nine after the F. And before the D. Hey, maybe it’s like that thing from Lost?“
“The Lost numbers didn’t have an 11. Or an 02.” Val turns the monitor toward him. “See, the third and fourth pairs.”
“Maybe some of that Nine Inch Nails stuff, then. Gimme a pencil. 74, a 3 after the E… 5B…”
“I’ll read them off, you write. D8, forty-one, fifty-six. C5. Isn’t that like a kind of bomb?”
“I bet it’s a substitution code!” says Glick excitedly. “Like, next, 63 would be… uh, FC…”
Val scrunches his nose. “But then what about the C0 at the end? There’s no zeroth letter.”
“No, and the part before would have been EFHH anyway.” Glick looks glum. “I was never any good at these things.”
Val chuckles. “Leave it to the kids, man.”
“Yeah,” sighs Glick, “they left us behind a long time ago.”
Thus begins… KIND OF ABOUT SUPERHEROES WEEK on ANACRUSIS
I do this too, but nobody’s ever noticed. I do it a lot less when I have my headphones on.