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Thursday, 25 February 2010 17:19 |
I remember from high school history class that a key advantage we
Americans had over the British during the American Revolution was that
the British simply didn't know who to shoot. The American rebels
all looked like farmers, and farmers looked like nonthreatening
civilians. The British forces, on the other hand, were clad in
bright red wool uniforms (“The Red Coats”), making it blatantly obvious
that they were the bad guys. They might as well have been wearing
red and white target circles on their chests with sandwich-board signs
proudly declaring, “We're the bad guys! Shoot at us!”
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Sunday, 17 January 2010 16:26 |
I'm far from being a shopaholic, but I definitely have a weak spot for
electronic toys. I've made quite a number of dumb purchases in my
life (most often electronics), but these particular ones reverberate in
my wistful memories. Thank God for Ebay!
The Cotton Candy Machine
I once beheld a home cotton candy machine for sale in a catalog
specializing mostly in useless, single-purpose home appliances. I
just had to have it. This purchase would change my entire
life--friends would flock to my lively cotton candy parties, and
princess-like model-esque girls would swoon at the sugary goodness
served by yours truly.
My ultimate goal was to put my arm into the machine and encase it in
cotton candy. Unknown at the time was the |
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Tuesday, 23 June 2009 20:52 |
My body has an odd characteristic.
Everything I touch seems to turn brown:
* Any white bath towel I use turns brown after a few weeks of use. Only a hard-core wash in steaming hot water and kitchen bleach will get the brown out. I call this a "treatment."
* The armpits of my white underwear shirts turn brown despite |
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Sunday, 21 June 2009 14:52 |
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I'm so bummed because Facebook doesn't have a satisfying reject button to deny friend requests. They only have an "ignore" button. The closest I can get is to block the person and report them as a spammer. That sounds a tad excessive, though. I guess the only satisfaction I can get is to maintain my zero friends profile. Another idea I had was to accept them as friends only to later delete them. They would be fooled into thinking I accepted their request only to find that I negated our relationship just minutes later. I really hope Facebook could accurately communicate that transaction via email notifications. |
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Sunday, 26 April 2009 16:58 |
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Back in the day it was Friendster. All my friends emailed me imploring me to join so that we could more easily connect and keep in touch. Then it was MySpace. And now it's Facebook. These sites are a pain in my ass. It's like a day job keeping them updated and approving retarded friend requests. No thanks. I've got enough bullshit to shift through just being a member of YouTube.
I'm gonna do a little experiment. I'm gonna join Facebook just so that I can deny my friends' friend requests. Then I'll blog about their damaged egos as they wallow in Internet sorrow. |
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