Those pesky ink cartridges! The printer companies know they’ve got you over a barrel with those damn things; you print things, you gotta get new cartridges, ain’t no way around it except to refill the ones you have, and that’s not very eco-friendly either. Now, thanks to the geek boys at Ink! Is! It! you can refill your ink cartridges from an ecofriendly, biodegradable, natural-source, renewable-resource source.
Squid, baby!
How to milk a Squid in one easy lesson:
You know how it is when you’re too popular: you just might experience a little blowback from time to time. In sex, you get a wide range of nasty wee infections, and in blogging you get “Bandwidth Exceeded” notices from Photobucket.
Apparently, nothing I can do at this point except throw money at them via credit card will restore those images before the 25th of this month. And I do not have any money and I do not have a credit card.
So bear with me while I, as always, try to find a free workaround. And disable a few key images, on the off-chance there’s a hotlinking nutter around here. Hotlinking is like crack to schizophrenics, actually; surely someone must be studying that link.
In the meantime, enjoy an assortment of my images that are hosted by WordPress; maybe I’ll just insert them at random into the blog where the other pix used to be. “Operation Global Media Domination” would be so much spicier illustrated by a picture of Viggo Mortensen naked except for a strategically-placed sock puppet.
A few days short of the standard rehab dosage of 28, Britney Spears is once more unleashed and roaming the streets of SoCal. Lock up your Persis Khambatta fanboys! The paparazzi are reportedly respecting her request for privacy and taking refuge in umbrella-proof armoured Humvees for self-defence.
“Britney Spears has been released by the Promises Malibu Treatment Center after successfully completing their program. We ask that the media respects her privacy as well as those of her family and friends at this time.”
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on the back of a Rice Krispies box…and thanks to the blog Phil Spector at WordPress.
Indeed, back in the day all bands, no matter how selflessly dedicated to sheer artistic integrity at all costs, were forced at gunpoint to record cheesy commercial jingles, mostly (for some reason) for beverages, electrically acidified or not. The Rolling Stones, it turns out, were no exception.
In between hearty bouts of celebrating the Black Mass, mystic groupie-groping orgies, and the occasional refreshing snack break, the boys found time to sandwich in the recording of a jingle for Kellogg’s Rice Krispies in October of 1963. Imagine the segue: “Okay boys, that’s a wrap on Little Red Rooster, but now we’ve got something else for you…”
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I was at a writing conference a couple of years ago and the keynote speaker said something that absolutely rocked me to the very core of my being…and I hope it will rock you, too.
It was Susan Musgrave, at the Surrey International Writer’s Conference. She was talking about when she was a teenager, and she was thinking about giving up on school. Well, you just know how that went over with the Principal. He called her into his office and he went up one side of her and down the other with the whole raging authority figure trip (because at that point nobody had heard of Susan Musgrave and, indeed, she had not yet become Susan Musgrave, per se) and among the many and varied things he had to say, he said this:
If you don’t finish school, young lady, the only job you’ll be fit for is a prostitute!
And, telling the story, she said, Well I knew that wasn’t an option for me, because I hate working with other people.
and who among us cannot feel that deep in the core of our being, eh?
She went on to say, “Have you ever met someone who worked with other people? They all hate it; the only things they complain about are all the other people in the office!”
and suddenly, writing alone by the glow of a midnight monitor doesn’t seem so bad.
In memory of that moment of realization, and in memorium of many an Orwellian moment in my own office experience, we present Mister Montgomery Burns of The Simpsons, performing what’s sure to become the office worker’s anthem: Look at All These Idiots! Lyrics over the jump…
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