lolfeed.

anhothar fuckign crismas outa teh way. but i stil g0t thirtyodd moare of em to sufer through bafiore im dead so its not liek im outta teh woods yet.

think im' gona get a jiob listanign to nmick cave an goign aruound walking up to staragners on teh street an breakign their jaws.

updaoupt!

teh rotan bastaerds! my caryon was goign trough teh machinne an they got al concernd an whatnot an asked if they could louk throhugh it so i was like 'yeh whatevar' thingkign my zippo — vetran of cuountles flights — had finly met its end. or mabye theyd noticed teh m203. but noape! turnss uout they wer aftar... my toofthpast!

dipshits.

none a ther damn busnes if C4 makse my theeth whiter.

Labels: career opportunities, ordnance

This blog has yet to endorse a candidate for the presidency of the United States. The reasons for this are several: We dread them all about equally, and we don't give a rat's ass anyhow.

With an eye, however, on the housing market, we will gladly endorse any candidate who pledges to restore the right of turbary in this our great nation of ours, that we've got here. Turf is the birthright of every American.

Labels: assholes

A merry workers' and peasants' Christmas to all, and to all a good production quota.

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Labels: aerospace, religion, social justice

But I guess I'm the only one here who will. He beat it into the ground, though; should've left out the last frame.

uuupddopate!

This one's funnier.

my yetti cant seam to bassh teh stupid pingoaun much frathar then 300 yards. clerly im not siuted to teh arctic lifesttyle. which makes me wondar wtf im doign in maine.

but mabe youl do betar!

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Labels: science

The idiots at Google have decided to share my Google Reader RSS subscriptions with everybody in my GMail contacts who uses both GMail and Google Reader. Having read what little documentation they offer, it appears that the only way to opt out is to delete those people from my contacts (or from my "talk list", which how you do that is less than clear). But y'know how they got in my contacts to begin with? GMail added them automatically when I sent mail to those addresses.

That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard of in my life (well, it's close, anyhow). Nobody thought it through. They are taking information people have not chosen to share, and they are making it public. I don't give a rat's ass who knows I read the Hello Kitty Transvestite Anarchist Sabotage Blog, but if private information has been kept private, it's a cinch somebody out there has been counting on it remaining so and will be massively pissed off about a thing like this (like my ex-gf who's been reduced to monitoring me by RSS ever since I told her about hit counters and IP addresses).

Think this'll be a PR debacle for Google? Let's hope.

Update

It's an idiotic feature anyway. It's not there because anybody wants it; it's there because it was technically feasible and some knucklehead had some time on his hands. Overstaffing strikes again. If I wanted more crap in my RSS feed, I'd add it myself. WTF? What, people can't find enough blogs to subscribe to? We're facing a shortage? Reee-tarrrd...

Update

Hmm. Meg thinks the feature doesn't mean exactly what I think it means. But she's an economist: She trusts the market to do sane things sometimes. I'm a programmer: I trust software companies to behave like wounded schizophrenics on acid by default.

Labels: Google, information privacy

Via (a little too conveniently) AudioLemon.

Labels: if music be the food of love

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Labels: All our pomp of yesterday