Archive for September, 2006

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Flickr Testimonials

September 26, 2006

For a website that seems to have made absolutely no missteps, I confess I’ve never understood the purpose of Flickr Testimonials.  It’s like the idea occurred to them that it would aid in the “community” aspects of the place, so they went ahead and implemented it without stopping to consider if it really made sense.  I mean, who pauses before viewing someone’s photos to see if a third party had good things to say about that person?  The testimonials all have to be approved by each user, so it’s not like you’d see a brutally honest one like “jrouse’s photos are absurdly trite, nothing but babies & pugs, with the occasional urinal shot thrown in to break up the monotony”.

Nonetheless, I feel that it’s only common courtesy if someone adds me as a Contact (it’s like the flickr version of subscribing to someone else’s photo stream, or joining an extended MySpace network), the least I can do is write them a Testimonial, even if it is completely useless.  The problem is, in many cases, the testimonial just sits in their in-box, unapproved for months, since the system is so poorly implemented.  Here’s a list of testimonials I’ve provided to date.  I’m running out of nonsense, and may need to borrow a cup or two from my neighborhood purveyor.

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links for 2006-09-26

September 26, 2006
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I can’t help myself. I’m just dang adorable.

September 25, 2006


With only 3 months left before the missus imposes a moratorium on photos of the Little Baby Cupcake being posted online, I thought I’d take the opportunity to share this one. Great hat, but the real reason I posted the shot is because of her awesome t-shirt. It’s a pug dreaming of a cupcake, pretty much the perfect shirt for the LBC with her puggish siblings.

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links for 2006-09-25

September 25, 2006
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Jack Chick targets a new market

September 23, 2006

Lunatic cartoonist turned end-times prophet Jack Chick has been writing crazy pamphlets about sin & the dangers of a non-born again lifestyle for longer than I’ve been alive.  Far & away his most famous booklet, among the dozens he’s produced, is “This Was Your Life“.  It documents the death & judgement of an American white male “everyman” character.  Not a particular sinner, but not particularly pious, either.  The book ends with the man stunned to find out that his lack of awareness/acceptance of Christ has led to his name not being found in the book of names of people who don’t go to hell, and as a consequence, he’s condemned to the firey pits. 

This book was old by the time I first found it on a street corner in Westwood (back when the hyper-religious street preachers used to camp out in the heart of westwood every Friday & Saturday to try & reach the kids).  Recently, however, I was amused to see that Chick is branching out in his work, much like Mattel releasing an African-American Barbie.  Chick has an entire line of religious pamphlets featuring black humans, black angels, etc.  Haven’t found one yet that actually shows a black Jesus, because I suspect even a racially pandering Chick wouldn’t violate what I imagine is a central tenant of his faith (“Jesus looks like a white hippy”).  The highlight of the new market-segment pandering, however, was this direct, scene for scene remake of Chick’s Greatest Hit, This Was Your Life, but with an all-black cast.  Also, he renamed it to “It’s Your Life”, for whatever reason.  As Jack says, “Every one needs Jesus regardless of their ethnic background.”

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links for 2006-09-23

September 23, 2006
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Broken Urinal at Work

September 22, 2006


One of the urinals in our office men’s room has been broken since around the time Agnew pardoned Nixon. Eventually, somebody put up a sign reading “WARNING: TOILET WILL NOT FLUSH. DO NOT USE”, because so many lazy guys were still peeing in it despite its clearly non-functioning status. I felt that the warning was insufficient, and replaced it with a more appropriate, if less plausible one.

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Dad’s Excuse to go to Disneyland

September 22, 2006

My wife won’t eat at restaurants alone.  Ever.  She claims that people will look at her, thinking “that poor, poor woman, look how she has no one to eat lunch with her”.  She’s counting the days until Emerson is old enough to qualify as a dining companion on whatever internal metric her eating alone neurosis uses to gauge such things. I tease her, but, like most things I make fun of, I end up doing the same thing…

So, I started thinking about Disneyland when a co-worker recently went there, and today online I found these two Disneyland official operators manuals to the Pirates of the Carribean & Haunted Mansion rides, from when each ride first launched.  While they’re interesting, they both lacked what I was halfheartedly hoping to find, namely a guide for park employees as to what to do if someone gets horribly mangled in full view of the guests.  I’m not sure why, but I just figured they’d have planned for such an eventuality, even going so far as to have standard issue cartoony ray guns that erased the short term memory of any witnesses.  Sadly, they just feature the standard claptrap about “making sure guests exit vehicles safely in case of trouble, blah, blah.”

Despite my feelings about crowds (I’m again’ ’em!) & the outdoors (bears!), I could totally stand to go to Disneyland at least once every couple years, if not more. Sadly, the missus is a Disneyland hater, so it’s up to the Little Baby Cupcake to be dad’s tiny walking excuse for a visit to the happiest place on Earth.  I only hope she doesn’t get her mom’s height, I don’t want to have to wait 14 more years before she’s tall enough to ride Space Mountain with me.  Also, and I just thought of this now, what if the LBC only wants to go to Disney’s California Adventure.  I don’t know what I’d do.  It’s probably illegal for me to drive to Anaheim and then split up in the parking lot & rendevous later in the day.  Man, I’ll have to start indoctrinating her early about the one true wonderland.

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links for 2006-09-20

September 20, 2006
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ANOTHER story about peeing?

September 19, 2006

I went to my first NFL game this Sunday with my brother – Chargers vs Tennessee.  It was a blast, and the experience made me think of other first time sporting events.  My first NBA game was the Lakers vs I can’t remember who, back in the Forum, before Shaq & Kobe, but after Magic & Kareem.  The 1990’s doldrums of the franchise. 

At halftime of the Laker’s game, I got up to go to the men’s room, and the line was all the way out of the restroom & down the concourse.  It seemed to be moving really quickly though, so I stayed in it.  When I got inside the men’s room, I realized why it was moving so quickly – men were three deep at the pee trough, and had started peeing directly into the sinks.  The lines just seemed to naturally form, and before I knew it, I was in the middle “pee in the sink” line. 

Unfortunately, the pee in the sink line moved slower than the pee in the urinal trough line, and my line moved slowest of all, so that by the time I got up to the front & started doing my business, pretty much everyone else was done over by the sinks.  Worse yet, after I was to the point of no return, stream-wise, a cursory glance revealed that not only was I the only guy at the sinks, but the urinals weren’t even crowded, so now it looked as though I had wandered into a half-full men’s room, evaluated my many urinary options, and chosen sinks for an exciting change of pace.  The highlight of the experience came when a guy who wasn’t paying attention walked up next to me to wash his hands, as he assumed I was doing, only to glance down at my exposed pecker and hightail it out of there, traumatised off of public men’s rooms for years to come.