As with a low sucking sound it slowly disappeared again, Starbuck still gazing at
the agitated waters where it had sunk, with a wild voice exclaimed—“Almost
rather I had seen Moby Dick and fought him, than to have seen thee, thou white ghost!”
“What was it, Sir?” said Flask.
“The great live squid, which, they say, few whale-ships ever beheld and returned to
their ports to tell of it.”
Moby-Dick, 1851
NEWS
3-17-09 No one reads this column
Guys, FURL sucks. It has sucked for years, and I'm sorry I've been using it. I have switched over to delicious; I would have done this much sooner, but they made it really difficult the last time I tried.
4-21-08 Archives
Uhmm, apparently archives haven't really been working since late 2006. THANX for the heads up guys! They are temporarily fixed, and will stay temporarily fixed until I migrate to new software/layout. I have said some hilarious things in the last 7 years, that future generations will feel lucky I preserved. Go check them out.
1-18-08 new iPhone icon
Woah, it's been 3 years since the last news update! Fuzzysquid now has a webclips icon for your iPhone! It'll automagically show up when you add FS to your home screen. Atom and RSS feeds have been available for a few years now, but I never made special mention of it.
1-14-05 LJ images
Since it seems to be popular, and it's been linked in a lot of different places besides here, I've decided to post the LJ Images page. At least in the news, at least for now. It's also getting some Google ads because you LiveJournal people are sucking up all my bandwidth (35% for that one page!)
4-02-04 FURL
Check out what I've been browsing: FURL.net bookmark archive. Not much commentary, relevance, or sequitur—but it's what's keeping
this blog from turning into a meme dumpster.
LINKS
SQUID STUFF
TONMO - The Octopus News Magazine Online. Invaluable.
Angrywhale - Meet Leonard. He's an angry sort of whale.
In a conversation with my roommate tonight I used the term "best practice," while referring to the washing machine. If you found that funny, you might just be a new-economy survivor.
The people who run The Dog Island are morons. Not sure what it is. Could it be their insistence on comparing pet ownership with slavery (which of course makes a lot of sense, as our agrarian economy is based on forced canine labor). Or perhaps it's their constant use of terms like "dogologist," and "re-wildification." It's easier to buy into their agenda if you ignore the fact that the domestication of canines happened when dogs adopted us, because it was evolutionary advantageous for them to do so. And because that advantage has been so sucessful, we have shelters full of homeless dogs, while unscrupulous breeders and pet stores churn out stock, which is the real problem. Well, that and jerk-ass dog owners who lock their pets at home for 12 hours a day. Either way, the answer isn't sending all of our dogs to The Island.
UPDATE: Well, looks like Dog Island is a hoax. I'm a sucker. But in my defense, their 800 number does actually work. Call it.
Joe: "Women shouldn't be allowed to drive big cars like that. You should have to get a special license.You don't let babies drive do you? Well?" Feel free to
your thoughts on the subject.
Toys for your friday enjoyment, one, two, and three. First is a drawing thingy, the second is a drawing kalidescope thingy, and the third is an etch-a-sketch. And listen to some non-stop commercial-free internet radio while you're playing.
I just bliped the tube past CNN, where they were reporting that the oil fields in Iraq should resume production within three months. Uhm. Holy obvious.
I saw Spider tonight. Wow. It's been so long since I've seen a really good film, I've forgotten how worthwhile movies can be. Everyone's saying how this is David Cronenberg's best movie in years, and I would agree.
There are two things I know to be resolutely true in this world. One is that telling the unmitigated truth will always have horrifying consequences. The second, is actually a corollary to the first, and... you'll have to ask me about that at a later time...
I had a dream last night, that someone I know said some really terrible things to me. And now I'm angry. It seems unfair, but I think if you're having dreams about someone being a jerk to you, they probably have at some point in the past been a jerk to you, and you ought to be angry at them.
Or maybe, I should ease back on the drinking right before bedtime...
Oh and apparently there was an explosion last night, before I got home. They smelled gas, and we don't have heat anymore. (Not that I'd notice; I don't get heat down here anyway) If I die, let the Cat know I loved her.
Well. My fears have been confirmed. My roommate broke one of my shot glasses. And finished my milk. And beer. And soda. And likes to talk to me late at night about her body issues and health problems.
It's odd when you find something that reminds you of the way you used to be. And you realize how quickly you change. Like a book you meant to finish 6 months ago. Clothes you don't wear anymore. Things you thought you'd never do. Or more tragically, things you've never done.
And now for a break from the war blogging... it suddenly occurs to me that I've never referred to this place as a "city." Because really, San Francisco isn't. It's very much a small town. Which is nice. I'm constantly seeing the same people walking by. I'm also used to seeing SF and a collection of very different neighborhoods... I'm never "downtown," because unlike downtown in The (real) City, the only thing to do there is leave work and get on a bus to go home. So I do miss New York. No matter what people say, the food is better there. And you can even get it past 10pm. But California is still where I want to be. I just need someone to send me a case of Honey Brown. Link goes to a cruel, cruel map.
And as for the UN, perhaps this whole episode will finally lead to it's demise. Good. It's time to sweep away the last remnants of the Old Republic. So who do I root for? The Evil Empire? The Rebel scum? Neither. My personal governmental philosophy lies with being a privateer.
So the first casualties of the war are not from action, but from a helicopter accident. It's not particularly profound of me to say, but as always, the biggest threat the US Military faces is itself. The biggest news for me today, and the most underreported, is the amount of protesting that continues. Here, and abroad. I don't think the average American realizes just how alone we are in the international community (much less why). But then again, more than half of Americans believe Saddam Hussein was personally involved in Sept. 11 (despite the fact most of the plane hijackers were Saudi... our allies). But just as troubling are the war protesters themselves. How I wish the war debate would be limited to those who actually have a good understanding of the world around them. Which of course, immediately excludes our commander-in-chief. If you really want "fair and balanced" reporting, I suggest you turn off FoxNews and watch BBC or some other non-American news source, for a fresh perspective.
the oscars have decided to scrap the whole red carpet walk. what's the point of watchin' the oscars then. to watch chik-ago. whatever! freakin' dumb@$$! only thing is 'spirited away' better win the animated category 'cos that was the only good one out of the bunch.
"At Last - A Conservative Alternative To Ben & Jerry's" Wow. To paraphrase a mefi reader, truly only in America will you see the word hate used to sell ice cream. I used to think (wish) this sort of thing was witful satire, but now I know better. Sigh. The only reaction I have now to the state of the world is a desire to hide somewhere and be alone.
I've got a song stuck in my head. "Landslide," originally by Fleetwood Mac, but as sung by Tori Amos. Or maybe Smashing Pumpkins. But definitely not Dixie Chicks. Not that there's anything wrong with them. I like vodka. Mmm.
Bboys anti-war song "In a World Gone Mad" available for download from their site. It's probably not going to make it into heavy rotation on my iPod, but it gets an "A" for effort.
Well, I too was annoyed until I noticed a few things:
a) we are talking about the House.
b) the only comment the French embassy had was "actually, french fries are from Belgium."
c) this all started in North Carolina
You know what, I just don't care about the internet anymore. I don't want to read any more blogs, news, play with stupid flash toys, or look at comics. I don't care what the latest meme is, and I'm tired of discovering which personal right of mine is being violated today. Screw you guys, I'm going outside.
I'm torn about this whole war thing. I mean, typically, having the French oppose something is enough of a reason to behind a particular issue. But really, aren't there other things in the world that need attention? Clear and present danger, anyone?
"The spoof Google search doing the rounds in Washington, DC, runs: 'Your search - French military victories - did not match any documents. No pages were found. Did you mean French military defeats?'"
what a great country we live in when a search engine can be used as a public opinion engine....
Veggie buffalo wings, now that's good eatin'. Although I'm kind of disturbed that Morningstar Farms is a wholly owned subsiderary of Kellogs. I can feel myself on the road to Wellville already...
That includes my car. It gave up the ghost tonight. Well, it struggled and moaned, and then it went silent. So much for my plans of shuttling visiting film festival guests around the city tomorrow.
This has been linked like crazy recently, and is actually down right now, but 20Q.net is a fun neural net/twenty questions partner. It's surprisingly accurate—that is, unless you get cheeky with it. It had difficulty guessing only one of my objects: "condom." It couldn't guess within 20 questions, offered "rubber" and then after accosting me further, guessed "condor." I wrote to the people in charge, thinking it might be a typo, and received this: "It is amazing how many people, when asked to think of an object, look between there [sic.] legs." Ouch! So that's what a rap on the knuckles feels like over email. "The game is available on the open Internet and is played by a wide range of people from pre-schoolers to seniors." Apparently, there are "PG" and "R" rated versions of the game, and I was on the kid-safe version. But the true discovery here is not my dirty, dirty mind; rather that there are CHILDREN on the INTER-WEB!! Blimey, and seniors too! God save the precious (and old) ones from my filthy, sinful mind... bwah!! Boobies!! Aaaah!