From Gawker, which spotted it in Metro NYC:

We suppose we should be glad at least there’s still a distinction.
From Gawker, which spotted it in Metro NYC:

We suppose we should be glad at least there’s still a distinction.
Click at own risk. This is William Shatner, circa 1972 on the Dinah Shore show demonstrating his command of early spoken word poetry. It is rather disturbing to realize that, while he has not gotten any better in the thirty some odd years since then, he hasn’t actually gotten any worse, either. And yet the man became a star; there is much to be said for the star-making value of perfect hair and tight velour.
Can you tell I'm a writer? Let's test your knowledge of the writer's life.
I come into some money and I
immediately go to:
A) the grocery store, for some much-needed foodstuffs
B) the bank machine, to pay off my bills
or
C) the bookstore for Jared Diamond's Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed, Masterpieces of Murder: The Best True Crime Writing from the Greatest Chroniclers of Murder, and Susanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell for an aggregate of 2104 pages; thence to the liquor store for a bottle of Jackson-Triggs 2004 Proprietor's Grand Reserve Sauvignon Blanc; and thence to a restaurant, albeit one where they ask if that's for here or to go. I'm feeling flush, so, throwing caution to the winds and carpeing diem for everything I'm worth, I ask for extra hot sauce and a beef, rather than vegetarian burrito.
La vie Boheme ain't what it used to be.
To this tiny corner therof, anyway.
Sometimes it's quite a long and winding road to the raincoaster blog, and I thought, as I'm too lazy to think of something more original, that we might just map an idea as it makes its way to a raincoaster post. And, frankly, there's nothing you can do to stop me.
Is there?
So this is the way it happened: raincoaster, feeling somewhat guilty at having taken nearly 35 hours this week off blogging to try a day job (the experiment appears not to have been a success) and sincerely desperate at watching the stats crawl into a well and begin plummeting to Satan's Doorstep, began Standard Operating Procedure 101, trawling the blogroll, looking for ideas to steal which to refer.
BoingBoing…nada. Sometimes they get on their copyright rants and sometimes they get on their cool nerdware rants and sometimes they get on their "Disney's Haunted Mansion is the greatest work of the human imagination in the history of civilization" and this seems to be one of all three of those sometimes. NEXT!
Defamer. Hmmm, the links aren't working. Cannot find server? It's a fucking Gawker Media server, you stupid Internet Explorer window; if Denton ever finds out you don't know where to locate a GAWKER MEDIA SERVER you'll never crunch bits in this blogosphere again.
Gawker is totally down.
PerezHilton is up. Good for him, he's been taking a lot of shit lately from abusive Britney fans.
It's a Definite Maybe is up. So to speak. As am I. So I read Jonathan's blog, and lo if it don't tell me sumpin' about why Gawker Media is down: it's a Russian spammer who has been targeted by the US. In exchange for being penalized, he's basically sent a denial of service attack to all of the customers of the company that turned him in, including Gawker Media and – get this – LiveJournal. So all Typepad, Movable Type, and Livejournal blogs are at risk today. Swell.
There are only two inviolate laws of the intra-web, and none of them involve talking about fight club. These are sacrosanct, immutable and will remain unchanged so long as humans are classed as homo sapiens…
(1) The internet is for porn.
(2) The internet allows people to be assholes. (Alternatively, the internet turns people into assholes, the internet encourages people to be assholes, the internet gives people reasons to be assholes, the internet is operated, used and promulgated solely by assholes.)
File today’s post, sadly, in category two.
According to the Washington Post, a Russian-based botnet owner effectively ended Blue Security Inc.’s brave but ultimately futile bid to give a big middle finger to spammers everywhere…
Those “other Web sites” mentioned in the article include Six Apart and the millions (literally) of blogs and sites it runs through TypePad and LiveJournal. Another, lesser, axiom of the intra-web is “You know someone with an LJ account.” Plenty of the blogs featured in my own links section are powered by TypePad and Movable Type.
The Russian spammer, reportedly going by the name of PharmaMaster, conducted DDoS attacks against Blue Security, several hosting sites and Six Apart (this last one because Blue Security posted information using Six Apart’s services, causing the blog network to be down from six to eight hours) [Wired.com]. If you try to access Blue Security, by the way, you’ll notice it isn’t working. Botnets are scary sons of bitches.
And there you have how this got posted; the Blogicidal spammer is the story that made it to raincoaster.
But
The second of Jonathan's Internet Laws leads me to the next meaty post, which shall require much actual writing on my part and maybe even some thinking, so it could take some time!
I am going to explain to you, the world, and even Polly Toynbee, why the Internet is made up of assholes and why that's okay. And if you don't like it, you can just .
Via Boingboing. And with Samuel L. Jackson and Sinead O'Conner. And I'm not sure, but I think there's a reference to Lohan in there, right at the very end.