Friday, November 30. 2007
I was browsing through the USPS Postal Money Order Security Features reference card thinggy and realized that it was lacking in a few of the more intricate features. So, I figured I'd detail the more extended list here for all who are security freaks like me. Plus, it always helps to not get screwed out of money :P.
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Friday, November 9. 2007
I came to an interesting revelation today while I was naked in the the shower: nudity isn't the last straw for obscenity. Instead, it's actually much, much worse. We just simply don't think about it because we assume it'll never happen (our parents all thought the same thing), but as shows like Fear Factor have proven to us, nothing is too disgusting for America.
We have an interesting road ahead of us that is filled with poop, rape, incest, and death.
... and you thought that naughty language and boobies were the worst of it. Let's examine history to see why.
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Tuesday, November 6. 2007
I keep seeing this all over the place. Bumper stickers, wikipedia talk pages, and web pages made by 12 year olds, and even pages made by sociopaths seem to tout the message.
Of course, I'm having a hard time understanding the validity of the point or even why people would want to defend it, and it's not coming from a pro-abortion point of view, either. It's a practical thing. If someone says, "Abortion is murder," then there's a fundamental assumption that life begins de-facto at conception. I understand why this point is made; after all, a cell is living, thus, there is life, so ending life would, in essence, be murder. Okay.
My problem is that aside from the practical definition, I find a serious problem with calling it murder Sure, you're killing an unborn fetus, and I realize that people can have issues with that. However, calling it murder seems to devalue the connotation of the word. For example:
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Saturday, November 3. 2007
If you ever have the chance to get old, well... don't. But if you do end up actually progressing in age, like most people do, you'll start to realize a distortion other than your increasing beer gut: time starts going faster and faster. Personally, I've experienced this phenomenon just looking back on the last 21 years of my life. Especially being in college, I find myself saying, "wow, this year FLEW by" at some points, but at others it feels like "it'll never end." Why does this happen?
One thought is that there's a temporal vortex warping spacetime on a personal level so that time literally does progress faster as you get older. That thought is, of course, a load of shit. The better idea is that cognitive factors are involved in the way we perceive the world as we age. More specifically, I think that as we age, our way of viewing passing time changes. Effectively, I think "time flies" only because we make it fly, especially in the way we group time periods with varying age.
Think about the normal progression of life, more specifically, think about the time periods upon which we focus ourselves:
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Monday, October 29. 2007
More random thoughts:
- A Q-tip looks nothing like a Q and has two tips. If anything, they should be called "double-midget-I tips."
- When I become a super-villain, all of my computers will run SELinux; viruses don't work on it, I won't install a gui, and root logins will be available at the console only, which will be located in a totally unsecured, otherwise-abandoned building directly across the street from whereever the hero works (i.e., in the very last place anyone would ever expect to find it). My sysadmins will be extremely ugly, exceptionally well-paid, and supplied the most beautiful women and/or men so that they will never have any reason to betray me-- either accidentally or intentionally.
- If we watch TV, at the very best we glance at watches. What time is it? Let me glance at my glance.
- One day when I'm 70, retired, drooling, crapping myself, watching reruns of 30 Rock, after grinding my already-replaced-hips to "Die Another Day," and I realize that I'm actually in need of Social Security, I'll probably only remember the last 4 digits of the number since that's all anyone ever asked for during the last 70 years.
- Why are there metal detectors at the American Airlines stadium? Do people really think that a terrorist with thousands of dollars in bribe-a-janitor money is going to see the metal detectors and $9.00/hr security guard and go, "OMG! Metal detectors! Shit! Guess we're fucked now-- there's NO way to sneak our SMGs, grendades, anthrax, plastic explosives, and expert-trained sniper ninja cats into that Fort Knox. We give up. Take us to Gitmo."
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