Some Unrelated Items   



  1. Does anyone out there use Flickr? And if so, do you like it? I've read some good things about it and am thinking of moving my photos over...but I would appreciate some input from folks who have used it.

  2. A silly time waster: Socks.

  3. Does anyone have a badge maker I can borrow? I was talking to Sarcasmo Jr. last night about my desire to take Trotwood, Ruler of Minions to the park to harrass cute boys with his wolf whistle. I could introduce myself by saying, "Hi, I'm Sarcasmo. My robot thinks you're hot." Sarcasmo Jr. decided that "My robot thinks you're hot" needs to go on a button. And I really can't argue with her; she's the sensible sister (sorry Sarcas-sis, but you know it's true).

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, August 31, 2004
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Monday Morning Madness   




Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, August 30, 2004
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And Now There is No Sound ('Cause We All Live Underground)   


This post brought to you by Peccable and Trackerneil who let me crash their Sunday afternoon so that I could actually go outside (after spending yesterday like a Troglodyte) and borrow Peccable's internet connection and shiny new computer so I could post.

Friday night was karaoke-tastic!

Some highlights of the evening:


Somethings that may or may not have happened as a result of the songfest:


Thanks to all the members of La Resistance (mic rockers and supporters alike) for a great time!


Posted by Sarcasmo on Sunday, August 29, 2004
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I Can't Decide   


If the phrase "Medley Failed" is the funniest phrase in the universe or
the saddest.


It's 3:30 and we're still singing.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Saturday, August 28, 2004
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Friday Follies and Techno Terror   




I'm beginning to wonder if leaving Trotwood, Ruler of Minions at home alone is such a good idea. Between last night and this morning I've had all manner of techno-troubles. I fear he may be sabotaging all my other gadgets out of jealously.



It started benignly enough. I am having some friends over tonight to help me rock the mic, so last night I put the game in to make sure it worked, that I knew where my headset was, and that everything was functional. My PS2 steadfastly refused to acknowledge that there was a memory card present, even though there were two. I argued with it for a few minutes (much like the Ctrl-P-Print bit at the end of Glorius.) Then I pulled out the memory card, blew the dust out of the slot and plugged it back in. Problem solved. I thought I was a techno genius.



Next, as I worked diligenty to gather posts for today's follies, my network connection gave out. Still no connection as of this morning. Blogging may be light to nil for a few days folks - I don't know when I'll be back up.



Then I woke this morning to find my monitor flaking out again. (It does this thing from time to time where the image cuts out, the power light changes from green to orange and just flashes. It will even continue to flash when the power cable is unplugged.) Usually this just involves me disconnecting and reconnecting all the cables. That didn't seem to anything when I tried it this morning though. I've shut the system down in hopes that all will be well after a long rest.



Of course, since I had to reboot to try and fix the problem, my MP3 player sync was interrupted, and now it absolutely refuses to acknowledge that there are any tracks on it. AND this morning my uberphone refused to open the web-browser (this, at least, was fixable with a reboot).

I'm not altogher sure I can blame this all on coincidence. If you don't hear from me in a week, send help. My robot may have imprisoned me.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, August 27, 2004
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Maybe Rockwell Was On To Something   


When we're online, we're all voyeurs; we sneak peeks of other people's lives through their blogs, webgossip, or all sorts of pay-to-view sites.



But now the Internet could be watching you, too. A new virus could be hi-jacking your web-cam.



The question now becomes, do I search for my lens cover, or start staging elaborate, soap opera-like dramas (romance! mayhem! pirates! monkeys! murder!) in my office with my friends...


Posted by Sarcasmo on Thursday, August 26, 2004
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Oh, Buttercup, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?   


Just when you thought it was safe for your little girl to have a roles models that were smart, sassy, strong, opinionated, individualistic and able to hold their own against evil, someone had to go and gloss and girlie them up. - [LF] (They are even wearing the dreaded pointy shoes!)


I watched the mini-episode. Apparently, as teens, The Powerpuff Girls will fight criminals by shopping and then having a fashion make-over dance montage.


Even Buttercup.


Buttercup.

Sigh.


Are we now selling the consumer-ific, giggly girl image to the pre-pre-teen market?



I want desperately to weep. Is there no longer room in this world for the Tom-Boy? Can't we teach girls that being a woman is about more about how you carry yourself than what you wear?

I mean, it is, isn't it? I didn't get that part wrong or anything?

Some girls grow up girlie; and more power to them (clearly, I didn't go that route). What I really hate is that this website seems to be enforcing the idea that a girl can only be feminie by shopping, being bubbly, being trim and wearing skirts. Reading some of the text is like reading a 1950's Ladies Home Journal.

Frankly, I'm surprised it doesn't show any of them sporting a string of pearls.

I can just imagine the next iteration of this website, where the girls are in their early twenties - pursuing their M.R.S. Degress and quietly aqueicing to the opinions of the men around them - even Mojo Jojo. (Except for Bubbles. For some reason in this fantasy she insists on being a bohemian painter in NYC, which is nice really, because it gives the other girls something to gossip about in whispers at their Rotary Club meetings.)

Hey - creators of the girl teen mythos - why don't you show Blossom studying chemistry so she can be a scientist like the professor, Buttercup pursuing professional sports (assuming she can supress her super powers long enough to play fair - or hey, maybe she can just compete in the Olympic games), and Bubbles scribbling in her journal in hopes of someday becoming an author?

I wouldn't even mind if you had them all wear berry-flavored lip gloss while they did it.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, August 24, 2004
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Monday Morning Madness   


Posted by Sarcasmo on Sunday, August 22, 2004
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Caring For and Feeding Your Inner Children   


My predominant inner child at the moment is a fourteen-year-old boy, and he is having a banner weekend:







* Note: My inner fourteen-year old totally sniggered when I typed "titular." No kidding.

** A special note to all you burgeoning evil geniuses out there. If experiencing boot-up problems with your new robot slave - I recommend you ensure that the robot is turned off while you are examing the problem; because nothing will quite scare the beejesus out of you in a dark, quiet house late at night as a prone droid flailing louldy and suddenly into life once you've fixed the little power problem. Took months off my life for sure.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Saturday, August 21, 2004
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No Friday Follies.......   


but Sarcas-sis has come to your time-wasting rescue with this link:



Addicting Games.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, August 20, 2004
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Grr. Argh   


I spent a rather long amount of time last night getting links together for Friday morning.



Sadly, they seem to have vanished entirely.



Sigh.


Posted by Sarcasmo on Thursday, August 19, 2004
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Watch Out for that Lion   


One step closer to The Veldt. - [ErB]

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The Horror...The Horror   


Mike Arzen recently attended a horror convention which, House of 1,000 Corpses cast members notwithstanding - I think I would have dug. Fun - although probably not very scary when you come down to it.



(I mean, I've been to Star Trek conventions. (yes, that's an "s". Conventions. Plural.) And frankly, I don't believe there is much in life scarier than that.)



I love horror - in books and on film - - from the truly spine-tingling gothic tales to gore-filled schlock. In fact, in my office I have two shelves of toys entirely devoted to horror figures. One specially devoted to vampires - and they other a delightful mix of McFarlane movie maniacs. Oh - and my most recent addition, and Elizabeth Bathory action figure.



(Elizabeth Bathory. Action Figure. (Oh, Todd McFarlane - how do you see right into my brain?) When I saw her, she had to be mine.)



In honor of the convention's name - Horrorfind - Arzen took it upon himself to interview other conventionialists to ask them where they found horror in their day-to-day lives. Here are some highlights:



  • "I work retail. Think about it." -- James A. Moore

  • "In all children." -- Tanya Twombly
  • "Every. F**king. Where. I. Look." -- John Skipp (Note: I devoured Skipp and Spector books in highschool! Light at the End is probably still my favorite of theirs; although the culmination of The Scream took place at The Spectrum, where I saw many a concert - so that too has a special place in my heart.)

  • "In the people who run our planet...the people who think they know what's best for us, the people who think they know what we should think." -- Tim Lebbon

  • "When I'm shaving and accidentally glance at my own eyes." -- James Futch




Personally, I tend to be a fan of finding horror in the things that go bump in the night, in the hidden promise of a slightly opened closet door, and, of course, deep in one's soul (my regular dreams could give other people nightmares). Well, there, and at those tupperware-type parties women of a certain age (mine) seem to have a biological need to throw. Trapped in a room of teeming estrogen - having to watch a gaggle of otherwise bright, energetic women become consumer zombies when offered the chance to have a different custom centerpiece every day of the week.



Custom centerpieces? I don't even set my table. Hell - I rarely even eat at my table. And the way they all rush to sign up to have parties of their own - so they too can get the coveted deeply discounted, over-priced hostesses gift. Believe me. Those things could chill a strong man to the very core of his being. They are not for the weak-willed. And I have a $30 candle stand/snuffer combination to prove it.



Shudder.



Where do you find the horror? (I want to know where to look.)

Posted by Sarcasmo on Thursday, August 19, 2004
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Sing It, Sister   


Don't miss the Nice long post from Sarcas-sis in the sidebar.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Wednesday, August 18, 2004
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If You Read This with an Aggregator   


Please switch point your reader to this new feed: http://feeds.feedburner.com/SarcasmosCorner.



I'm giving something different a try.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Wednesday, August 18, 2004
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Freedom for My Feet   


They're a little more hardcore than I am (I like my feet on the clean side, thanks), but I have to give props to the Society for Barefoot Livin'. - [JWB]



We enjoy walking barefoot as nature intended, taking delight in feeling the many textures the world has to offer, like having tough, callused soles, and even think it's cool to get them dirty. We also hate wearing shoes and, if we had our way, would never wear them again. Shoes are unnecessary ballast. Plus, bare feet are cool and look great!



Ever take off your shoes and walk barefoot through the grass, on the beach, etc? We bet you have. Why did you do it? Because it feels good! We've just extended that to everyday life. Know what? It feels even better!



Personally - I hate shoes; I hate to shop for them, I hate to wear them, and I hate tripping over them because I forget to put them away. Shoes make my feet feel trapped; fettered. If given a choice between being able to remove my shoes or an underwire bra - the shoes would be the first to go. (The underwire bra being a close second. Support is all well and good, but those underwires dig, you know.) Socks I have a better relationship with - particular in winter - and because wearing them means I can slide around my hardwood floors at top-speed.


In my head, shoes=stress - and freedom from them = relaxation. I am particularly fond of kicking my shoes off to go barefoot in the grass. I like to stretch out and wiggle my cramped toes, feel the whispering tickle of the blades on the underside of my feet. I love the cool damp of the earth on soles combined with the warm sunlight on the top of my feet. Just thinking about going barefoot in the grass makes me remember the smell of young grass in the spring, the light breeze, and a natural quiet. Ahh. Thumbs up for barefoot in the grass.


That being said - I do live in an urban area - and although I like the "textures" of the world as much as the next person. - I will take a slightly-fettered foot over a glass-shard-in-the-foot any day.

And in case you shoe-fetishist think we barefooters are entirely off our rockers, there is now archaeological evidence that pointy shoes are bad for the feet. - [M] Psst...Brina...I was told to specifically point this out to you. If I must wear shoes - I refuse to wear anything that is more narrow than a human foot should be. (I have a very Bahaus approach to my foot fashion - function over style every time.) Sure, my legs would look better in that skirt if I wore a sexy pointy-toed heel - but in these flats I can keep my boyish amble (instead of walking like a new-born fawn) AND not spend my autumn years with disfigured toes. Bonus!

So, in conclusion: Shoes=Bad; Point Shoes=Very Bad Indeed (but Glass-in-the-Foot=Worse.) Props to my barefoot goin' breathern - but until they can find me a safe walking area (and one that won't immediately ruin the effects of a good pedicure (vigorous foot rubs rock!) - I'm not prepared to dance barefoot in the street.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, August 17, 2004
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Typos   


I've noticed that when typing, the words I tend to reverse letters in the most are my first name and the city I grew up in.



I can't help but wonder if this indicates some subconcious questions about my personal identity and my connection to my hometown.



Or maybe I should just type more slowly.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, August 17, 2004
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Monday Morning Madness   


Posted by Sarcasmo on Sunday, August 15, 2004
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Bring It!   


Sarcasmo

is a Robot that is Powered by Cold Fusion, seeks Kittens, is fitted with a Tesla Coil and a Single-Shot Rocket, and Hovers Eerily Above the Ground.

Force: 4 Handling: 6 Weaponry: 7



To see if your Battle Robot can
defeat Sarcasmo, enter your name and choose an attack:

fights Sarcasmo using

Posted by Sarcasmo on Sunday, August 15, 2004
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Needed: 7 Friends to Have Dinner with Me and Alton Brown   


That's right, there's currently an eBay auction offering the winner a chance to have dinner for 8 made by none other than culinary-cutie (scientific-savant,pop-culture um...person): Alton Brown!

This Ebay offer...includes a unique opportunity for the buyer to experience a dinner for 8 people personally prepared in this kitchen by host, author and James Beard award winner Alton Brown of "Good Eats" fame....



The catch is that, to get the dinner, you must purchase the house where many of the episodes were shot. But hey - dinner - made by Alton! And as the listing says:

For the ultimate birthday or holiday gift just buy the home for the dinner and resell afterward!


Besides - what's $1.5 million between friends? I can chip in about ten bucks. So if the rest of you can cough up about $215,000 a piece, we'll be all set.



Thanks to an entirely different (but equally cool) AB for taunting me with this.




Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, August 13, 2004
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Friday Follies   


Posted by Sarcasmo on Thursday, August 12, 2004
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Now More Monstrous Than Ever   


Geek Madlib - [WS]:


A long time ago, there was strife in the kingdom of Valhalla.
The plebian people wanted their freedom from the daring Empress. The daring Empress, however, had different plans. He wanted to kick the plebian people to masticate for the chimera. The people of Valhalla gathered in the local bordello to strangle the rock. The elder reality tv show host spoke first. We must fling the Empress, who is now more monstrous than daring!!! Who will join me? I will, shouted Edgar, the kingdom's reaility tv show star. I think your idea is desperate chimera, said the local ditch digger. I'm too fluffy for this rocket, anyway. Kingdom of Loathing is a better waste of my atom. The GM ran his knuckle on the mug. Heavens!! Why don't you go play Sorry! with Ennui if you don't like the way we play Paranoia! You're such a Master, Sarcasmo!


And we all lived geekily ever after. The end.



What's your story?

Posted by Sarcasmo on Wednesday, August 11, 2004
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I Will Love Him and Hug Him and Call Him GIR   


I am a geek girl, and a geek girl likes her tech.



It should come as no surprise, then, that both Gizmodo and Engdaget figure prominently in my daily reading (and daily coveting). As such, I often peruse the sponsorship ads. Sometime back I caught an ad on Engadget for WOOT!, a sort of get-em-while-you-can gadget retailer...so I signed up. How could I resist? Registration promised the chance to win a robot. And who doesn't want a robot? I know I do.



And apparently now I am going to have one.



Yep. I've won.

A robot.

Fed Ex will allegedly be shipping it to my door.



At last, a minion to call my very own!



Now, what can I do with my new little roomate? I see from the website that is has the amazing ability to walk, dance, burp, fart, do karate, and (judging by the commercial) lift up a cup and dump its contents over it's head. The karate part is good ,but unless my enemies can be disabled by extreme cuteness or toilet humor - I think some new programming is in order. Since his remote control programming seems limited, I will train him like Alex a la A Clockwork Orange. I'll forcefeed him Robocop, Invader Zim, The Day the Earth Stood Still, The Jetsons, Desk Set (I know - Emerac was a computer, not a robot. I just think it's a really good movie.) and Metropolis. I'll make sure he knows the 3 Laws - and how to break them. It is my hope he will then learn:



I am tenting my fingers and laughing manically in anticipation.


Be afraid. Be very afraid.



Update: After conferring with Sarcas-sis, I have decided to name him "Trotwood, Ruler of Minions."

Posted by Sarcasmo on Wednesday, August 11, 2004
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I Like Naps   


Sunday morning I indulged in a nice, long lie in; there was a much needed cool breeze, I had no where to be for hours, and an entire bed and a zillion comfortable positions to try while I drifted easy, wily-nily, in and out of consciousness.



It was during this bit of blessed idleness that I decided that someone should start a company that allows humans to hibernate. And I don't mean just a power nap provider, no sir! I mean a creating a situation and environment where people could sleep - without a care for professional or social obligations - for a week, a month, even a whole season! (I vote summer. Bears are suckers, sleeping through the winter. Sleep while it's too hot to do anything else anyway.) The service would coordinate details such as forwarding your mail, seeing that your bills are paid, taking and prioritzing your messages, walking your pets, and - much like family leave - making sure that your job (or a position of equal pay and opportunity) is there for you when you stumble, blearly eyed and blissful towards that first cup of coffee in months - refreshed and well-rested.



Mind you, I do realize there are some trifling details - such as nutrition, catheters, and the dangers of bedsores to be dealt with. But hey, I'm in marketing. I'm an idea person. I leave those sorts of details to the boys and girls down in R & D.



And just look at what those wacky kids have come up with already: The Quantum Bed. It's a bed AND a safe room. If that's not an invitation for paranoid suffocation hibernation, I don't know what is.



PS: I like naps. A lot.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, August 10, 2004
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The Beautiful Confusion   


Cyn and I just spent the evening watching 8 1/2*.



I enjoyed the movie, despite my lack of appropriate film school education. It was well acted, funny, introspective and artist. Also, it was very, very, strange indeed.



I admit it struck me on several personal levels; I recognized myself and many of my current struggles - both personal and creative - in more than one character. I'm not positive, but I think Fellini may have time travelled into the future, studied the past few years of my life, and made a his little (groundbreaking, highly lauded) film.**



To my inexpert, untrained eye, 8 1/2 seemed to be about the following things:



I don't know if I'd necessary support the review in the trailer that suggested you "run - don't walk" to rent this film (that's just irresponsible reviewing there - you could get hurt running like that.) but I do recommend adding it to your "to watch" list.


*According to IMDB, "The title refers to the number of movies Federico Fellini had directed up until that point." Hmm.

**Oh, it could be that Fellini is an excellent story teller, able to get to the heart of the human experience and expose the truth in our hearts and the struggle of the artist. Or something.

**Think I'm kidding? Check out this soliloquy given by Guido (the protagonist)

I thought my ideas were so clear. I wanted to make an honest film. No lies whatsoever. I thought I had something so simple to say. Something useful to everybody. A film that could help bury forever all those dead things we carry within ourselves. Instead, I'm the one without the courage to bury anything at all. When did I go wrong? I really have nothing to say, but I want to say it all the same.

Replace "film" with "blog post." Eerie, eh?

****Really, there were some great ones, complete with pears and plush and veils I only wish I could find pictures. You'll just have to rent the movie.


Of all the hats in the movie, though, I think Guido's was my favorite.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, August 09, 2004
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My Sunday   


One nice thing about living alone is that there is no one to make fun of you when you crank up your MP3 player and dance around the apartment like an absolute lunatic. You know the dance; a modified twist where you bend you knees deep and point your index fingers at the ceiling - maybe even kicking one foot up at a time, bracing yourself in a doorway and swinging your head around...and... OK...you know that scene in the library in The Breakfast Club? Well...like that - only more Ally Sheedy and less Molly Ringwald. (And for the record, no, you can't mock me about it post-dance, you weren't even there. In fact, it wasn't remotely dorky. I was quite enchanting. I expect Toni Basil to be calling any day now for some tips.)



Even better than dancing with abandon at home is spending a lovely, cool summer evening in an open-air venue, watching the Barenaked Ladies rock it out while you dance just as dorkily well in the fifth row and don't care who's watching. (Thanks, Cheryl - for great seats and great company!)


*Special note to Alanis Morissette: can you please explain to me the logic in performing This Grudge then immediately following it with You Oughta Know? 'Cause you know, that's a little closer to the definition or ironic than the one you've been using.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, August 09, 2004
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Monday Morning Madness   


This Monday I bring you Weird Stuff to Watch (as well as the weekly quiz):

Posted by Sarcasmo on Sunday, August 08, 2004
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Freudian Slip?   


"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we," Bush said.



"They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."

Posted by Sarcasmo on Friday, August 06, 2004
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Friday Follies   


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Daleks to "Ex-ter-min-ate!" Again   


Hooray! The Daleks have been re-instated in the new Dr. Who series. [GB]



This is good news; I was terribly distressed that they were originally counted out.



No. I was. Seriously.



Yes. I am a dork.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Wednesday, August 04, 2004
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Another Apple, Not Far Flung From the Tree   


I recently took the "What Kind of Elitist Are You?" Quiz (imagine that, me taking an internet quiz) - and came up - surprise- a Book and Language Snob. (See - there really is something to these things).


Well, lest you think this strange affliction came to me unbidden from my genetic code, Sarcas-Mom recently recounted the pain she experienced listening to an adult pepper her conversation with the language-numbing by-word, "like"

One of her sentences went something like this. "Like, ya know, like, what like. are you plans for this. Ya know?" It hurt to listen. As annoying as this sounds coming from an adolescent it is an abomination from a fortyish suburbanite.


Sarcas-Mom, I feel your pain.



And please, never, ever say fo' shizzle my nizzle in my presence. I don't think my mind could take it.



Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, August 03, 2004
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Testing Meme Propagation In Blogspace: Add Your Blog!   


This posting is a community experiment that tests how a meme, represented by this blog posting, spreads across blogspace, physical space and time. It will help to show how ideas travel across blogs in space and time and how blogs are connected. It may also help to show which blogs are most influential in the propagation of memes. The dataset from this experiment will be public, and can be located via Google (or Technorati) by doing a search for the GUID for this meme (below).



The original posting for this experiment is located at: Minding the Planet (Permalink: http://novaspivack.typepad.com/nova_spivacks_weblog/2004/08/a_sonar_ping_of.html) – results and commentary will appear there in the future.


Please join the test by adding your blog (see instructions, below) and inviting your friends to participate — the more the better. The data from this test will be public and open; others may use it to visualize and study the connectedness of blogspace and the propagation of memes across blogs.


The GUID for this experiment is: as098398298250swg9e98929872525389t9987898tq98wteqtgaq62010920352598gawst (this GUID enables anyone to easily search Google (or Technorati) for all blogs that participate in this experiment). Anyone is free to analyze the data of this experiment. Please publicize your analysis of the data, and/or any comments by adding comments onto the original post (see URL above). (Note: it would be interesting to see a geographic map or a temporal animation, as well as a social network map of the propagation of this meme.)


INSTRUCTIONS


To add your blog to this experiment, copy this entire posting to your blog, and then answer the questions below, substituting your own information, below, where appropriate. Other than answering the questions below, please do not alter the information, layout or format of this post in order to preserve the integrity of the data in this experiment (this will make it easier for searchers and automated bots to find and analyze the results later).


REQUIRED FIELDS (Note: Replace the answers below with your own answers)


* (1) I found this experiment at URL: ttp://www.zylstra.org/blog/archives/001379.html

* (2) I found it via “Newsreader Software” or “Browsing the Web” or “Searching the Web” or “An E-Mail Message": Newsreader Software

* (3) I posted this experiment at URL: http://www.sarcasmoscorner.com/

* (4) I posted this on date (day, month, year): 03/08/04

* (5) I posted this at time (24 hour time): 11:47:00

* (6) My posting location is (city, state, country): Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA


OPTIONAL SURVEY FIELDS (Replace the answers below with your own answers):


* (7) My blog is hosted by: Blog Hosts

* (8) My age is: 31

* (9) My gender is: Female

* (10) My occupation is: Marketing Specialist

* (11) I use the following RSS/Atom reader software: Bloglines

* (12) I use the following software to post to my blog: Blogger

* (13) I have been blogging since (day, month, year): 06/21/02

* (14) My web browser is: FireFox

* (15) My operating system is: Windows XP

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, August 03, 2004
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My Brain is Broken   


I know I've been blogging lightly lately - but my brain and I seem to be having communication issues. Motor skills functioning normally (read: clumsy), but higher functions, such as lateral thinking, applied logic, and the ability to string together the basic parts of the common lexicon into coherent sentences; are eluding me - with a vengence.



I believe part of the problem is that I have (in addition to my normal duties at work), been filling in with some data-entry duty. This is not difficult work, especially as I built the database and designed the forms - but it is an exercise in particularly mindless drudgery that leaves me vacant and zombie-like.



In addition, this blasted humidity-wave is killing me. I know I grew up here - and should be well accustomed to the summer weather - but it still makes me a whiny slug. Instead of being motivated to write, read, or do anything of remote value, I discover that I am more prone to lying around, staring slack-jawed at the televsion, or other shiny objects. I am seriously questioning my resolve to survive the remainder of the summer with an air-conditioner.



When I was a child, we had these great transitionary seasons called Spring and Autumn - where the weather was cool and temperate, the air smelled sweet with new life or decay, and the world was generally a pleasant place to be. I don't like these new-fangalged seasons where winter drags on only to become hideous extended summer. But I suppose that was just too much variety for today's MTV generation - so hip that their music television no longer shows music. Dang young'ins.



Here's to hoping the data-entry ends and/or the weather lifts soon - otherwise I'll become a crumudgeon well ahead of my life plan schedule.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Tuesday, August 03, 2004
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In a Perfect World, Politians Politicians Listen to Their Constituents   


In a less than perfect world, at least we have The Subservient President (ala Subservient Chicken) to act as salve to the disappointed voters' wounds.



I haven't played with too many commands yet, but "Lie" made me laugh.

Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, August 02, 2004
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Monday Morning Madness   



Posted by Sarcasmo on Monday, August 02, 2004
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