Found at Wired News (article linked below) by way of the Pool, the following phrase:
“It’s like an every-four-hour fiesta for your naughty bits.”
How’s that for a mental image, eh?
Wired News: Luxury Loo
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Party Of One?
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IFTNAG
Hearken back to the days of yore, when the folks who brought us “You Don’t Know Jack” unleashed upon the ‘net the outrageous competitive acronym-creation game called “Acrophobia.” I remember it well, long hours spent wracking my feeble brain for an outstanding acronym to suit random letter combinations. On a couple of occasions there’d be half a dozen of us who would camp out at work, gang up on a room, turn on our speakerphones and cheat the system like a band of pirates.
Oh wait, maybe I wasn’t supposed to tell you that last bit. Ah well.
Every now and then I look for someone to resurrect the game I loved, and I’ve always been disappointed… until now.
First I discovered Acro2, free but still in beta.
Then I found AcroChallenge, free but advertising-encumbered.
Finally I stumbled across the fansite called Acrophobia Flashback which directed me to the legitimate holders of the Acro name, Uproar.com.
I shall try them, and I shall hold forth about the blessings and shortcomings of each, in the days to come. Oh yes, I most certainly will. (Correction, I’ll probably try out Acro2 and AcroChallenge, and I may try out the official version at Uproar if they don’t want my money or permission to fill my inbox with spam.) Stay tuned, duck fans…
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Weekend Update Plus!
“So Karel, what the hell did you do all weekend?”
I’m so glad you asked, metaphorical reader! My weekend started midday on Friday when I came home to watch the kids while Wendi did the first of two DJ gigs for the weekend. We pretty much just goofed off all evening.
On Saturday, errands were run. For instance, I cleared out several months’ worth of material in my Future Dreams box. The haul included two copies of Protoculture Addicts (yes, it’s a dated Canadian rag of questionable worth, I know) as well as TPB versions of stuff I already had in single issue form. Let’s hear it for changes in publishing policy. The unusual item I acquired was “1602,” the new Neil Gaiman miniseries that takes elements of the Marvel universe and throws them way back in time and weaves them into a whole new story. At least that’s the idea. I admit that I’ve found it entertaining and amusing so far, but it’ll remain to be seen if it falls on its face later on.
As Wendi and I returned home from the shopping trip, who did I spot pulling onto our street just ahead of us but Geoffrey! And so the afternoon (and a bit of the evening) was spent gleefully playing a wide variety of computer and console games with him and Alex. For the record, I suck at Soul Calibur. Oh well. It’s still fun. The evening was rounded out with french bread pizza (ahhh, Stouffer’s, how I love thee) and four episodes of Angelic Layer. Think of the show as “Barbie meets Pokemon.” Sort of.
Sunday was originally “hang out at Lil’ and Geoffrey’s place” day, which did in fact happen but it also ballooned into an impromptu BBQ for all sorts of friends of the household. Unfortunately I was in a bit of a weird place emotionally so I wasn’t as good of company as I could have wished, especially given how many new people I met. It’s a good thing they like me so much… though only the gods know why! At any rate the burgers were very tasty, the well-chosen root beer (Henry’s!) was just what the doctor ordered, and the assembled company was among the finest in the city of Portland. Nevermind the dramatic undercurrents, I still think everybody had a good time. Yes, even me, for the most part.
Today was a blissfully quiet day at work (which means only a dozen or so small fires instead of two dozen small fires plus a major catastrophe), so I enjoyed a long lunch with Dalemar. It’s easy to enjoy a lunch when somebody else is picking up the tab, mind you. No, I kid! He’s great company, and I probably jawed his ear off a bit longer than I really ought to have. In between book recommendations, movie reviews and other forms of geekery we also engaged in the odd bit of meaningful dialog. I found myself much more relaxed in his company that I really expected to be, all things considered. This is a Very Good Thing.
And so I packed a fair amount of socializing into a surprisingly short amount of time. After the travails of the previous two working weeks, I needed some low-key downtime with cool people. I may even be ready for the rest of the work week now…
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Past, Present, Future – Round Twenty-six
PAST: Were you the class clown, the practical joker, the witty one or did all of your humor come out in your writing? Or perhaps none of the above? What was your form of comedic expression as a child?
PRESENT: This one’s easy. Which do you find the funnier comedy troupe, the Three Stooges or the Marx Brothers?
FUTURE: Pick your clever, snarky epitaph.
Okay, so maybe death isn’t funny, but lots of other things in life are. You know what else is funny? That so many people read the PPF and may even answer it, but don’t leave a comment here so other folks know where to find ’em. But you’re not like one of those jokers, are you? Yeah. And when you link back here, please use the usual link address: http://greyduck.net/ppf. Thanks!
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This spud goes to eleven…
Alexander “The Spud” Kerezman was born eleven years ago, August 15th, 1992. No, I’m not posting baby pictures. I’m not that cruel. Instead I’ll just give you a couple of shots from the past year:
He’s grown considerably since last August, mostly in courage and perception. Not to mention that he’s already almost funnier than I am. I couldn’t possibly be more proud of the boy, I tell you.
Happy Birthday, Alex. You’re one great kid.
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I like certain kinds of surprises.
Happiness is…
… a surprise gift of homemade chocolate brownies.
Need I say more? I think not. We now return you to your regularly scheduled websurfing day. Thank you.