I hope by now that all four of the people who read this realize that I cull about 97% of my geek-out posts from WIRED. Not only do they provide irreverent, intellectual and in-depth insight (alliteration acts as awesome artisanship), they find the geek in the everyday. That's exactly where I fit. Look at it this way - it's almost as if an International Physics Symposium was working on an operating budget figured in 2002-era canadian dollars. Here's my latest dredging (remember - I'm abusing the wired blog system):
Stats Show Sex Offenders use MySpace Compulsively
When I first got my MySpace account, I was like any n00b. I checked up on it, added new pictures, tried to figure out what to do to make myself stand out. Since MySpace died -- and it has -- I figured no one cared. Turns out I'm wrong. And I'm going to be sick. Cereal.
"I hate working on the PS3"
Overheard at E3: programmers don't like working on the PS3 -- big surprise.
Movie: Sexy, Badass Japanese Girls Fighting
It's as if the unused neurons in my brain while I watched Battle Royale went around the globe and told the director what I was looking for in the follow up. Then I watched Battle Royale II, and was completely disappointed. I then rounded up my remaining neurons who tagged alongside my synapses and spasms (and my telekinesis -- shhh... it's a secret) and forced them to convince the Fukasaku brothers to do something to impress me. Thank you body for forgoing your natural impulses and needs to have this movie made.
You think I rock a Jeopardy Party?
Wait till I get this... You're going down, everyone. By everyone, I mean EVERYONE. Except the exceptions. They're down with me.
You see that car with the big rubber hippie daisy?
Isn't that a nice parking job? They've taken the best fake movie premise from The Simpsons, the worst president in the Unites States' history, and created the greatest waste of time since 'Hungry Hungry Hippos'. I'm intrigued.
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