From time to time (like every third minute or so) I run across cool links that I send around to various people; it's kind of a pain in the ass and I think I'm gonna stop, and maybe just post them all on my del.icio.us account. The best part is, del.icio.us, like all other web 2.0 apps, has built in tools to publish on wordpress (or any other blog), so hopefully they'll just show up here nightly.
Archive for May, 2006
I've always been in awe of Henry Raddick's insanely funny reviews on Amazon.com, and was disappointed a couple of years ago when it seemed as though he stopped writing them, or turned his attention elsewhere. It occurred to me today to do a little googling around to see if his real name and/or whereabouts could be determined, but to no avail. The wikipedia implied that he might have been William Donaldson, a British comedian of the Dudley Moore/Peter Cooke era who was largely known for writing satirical letters to people in power under the pen name "Henry Root" (Raddick's surname is an anglicization of Raddix, the Latin for "Root"). If this is true, it would explain why Raddick no longer performs his uniquely e-commerce specific brand of comedy, as Donaldson died last year at the age of 70.
I just got back from a work related offsite where tons of work was done, and it took place here, which was 900 flavors of awesome (hence, the title of this post). There were more pools than I could swim in, more bars than I could drink from, and even my hotel bathroom had more towels than I could use to dry myself off with. Not that I didn't try, but seriously, 10 towels is like 8 too many. Once you identify the softest & most luxurious towel, and then set it aside exclusively for genital-drying purposes, you pretty much only need one towel for the rest of your body. Still, style points for trying, hotel. On the plus side, one of the towels actually saved me from a potentially embarassing* situation when I forgot to put out the "do not disturb" sign on the door after a night of hard working that left me with a terrible work related hangover, and the door would have swung wide open to reveal my nakedness to the cleaning crew had not one of the wadded up superfluous towels blocked the door long enough for me to mumble "come back later please" through my work-addled haze.
*or potentially erotic
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There are so many cool things about flickr I kinda think I'll never get to know all of them, but every time I find a new feature I'm delighted. Today I stumbled across a group within flickr (not sure I understand the difference between "groups" and "pools" on flickr) dedicated to photos that would make good desktop wallpaper, which is awesome. Being a massive nerd, I downloaded a bunch and then being an even massiver nerd, I put them in a queue for my automated desktop wallpaper switcher to rotate through. Being the massivest nerd possible, I looked around for software that would check this group and automatically pull photos down for me, but had no such luck.
Amazing story… two women in their 70's rent out apartments for two years to two homeless guys, then take out HUGE (multi-million dollar) insurance policies on the hobos & kill them via hit & run. It's the perfect crime… or at least it would have been, if not for those meddling insurance inspectors!!
So many questions… why wait until your 70s to start being a murderer? Why go into it with a partner, if they're both just replicating the same crime? Why commit such a heinous crime for money when you have, at best, about a decade left to live?