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October 31, 2006

The 30 Year Old Virgin

http://www.usatoday.com/news/washington/2006-10-30-abstinence-message_x.htm

Turns out that the administration wants to include folks all the way up to the age of 29 in their "abstinence-only" agenda ("Abstinence only" being code for "Not taking any responsibility for your own sexual health and comfort").

I have all kinds of angry and reasonable reactions to this, but there's this one little silver lining that I want to share with you:

Civil disobedience has never looked so damned good.

October 30, 2006

IT42: The Answer To Life, The Universe, and Everything

Seen at a haunted house in Hanover, MD. Incredibly fun time, my only complaint is the way they rush you through so you don't get to look at all the scariness.

I guess that's why they call them "scare quotes".

October 27, 2006

Holy Neologisms, Batman!

I'm not a grammar nazi by any means, but I do get irked by certain classes of misuse. Scare quotes drive me up a "wall". The "Grocer's Apostrophe" (When you try to make a noun plural by adding an apostrophe-S, so named for the frequency of its use in produce sections: "Carrot's: $2") makes the hair's on the back of my neck stand up. But I think what really bothers me is not the mistake, but the people who make it -- people who, 9 times out of 10, when you tell them that they've made a mistake, go on a tirade about how this isn't French, English is a language that grows and changes, and they should be able to do what they want, and how dare you try to impose your rules on their usage, and if everyone understood what I meant anyway you're just being a pedant and a jerk. (And no, I didn't understand what you meant. I guessed at what you meant. For a moment there, the automatic background task of parsing the English language stopped working and had to pop up a modal dialogue box in my brain asking for my conscious mind to intercede. My brain wasn't focused on the exchange of ideas, it was focused on working out what the hell you were trying to convey). Being wrong is no crime. But being proud of your wrongness when you know you're wrong is, well, pathological. (Had they argued that it wasn't wrong, that would be one thing. They'd still be wrong, but at least they'd be honestly wrong. But the reaction I usually get is "I accept that I am wrong, but I'm going to keep doing it anyway and you are a bad person for caring about my wrongness.").

So why is it that I find myself so fond of coining neologisms? I am generally skeptical of repurposing existing words (Just today, I had to tell someone that "Architect" is not a verb), but all too often, I find myself wanting a single vocal atom for something or other, and so I just make one up. And generally, though I may only use it once, it's a really fun word. Some recent examples:

  • enchopulator: That which performs chopping, but which is not a knife: I need to chop this video file into several smaller files. I have to dig out my AVI enchopulator
  • enweirden: (reflexive verb) To give (someone) the experience of having just experienced something weird. Almost equivalent to "I find (thing) weird," but less passive: Bald women enweirden me.
  • bendicacity: The capacity to bend: All I know about David Beckham is that his bendicacity is emulable. (NB: For all I know, "emulable" is also a neologism)

October 23, 2006

IT41: Now officially over the hill

Another find from the bargain bin at Target:

IT41

Now that's what I call a "Party Pack".

October 19, 2006

IT The Big Four Oh

Okay, so I know I have been sucking in the update department. Well, this is hard. I will have a go at posting something from time to time.

Seen in the bargain bin at Target:

it40

You bet your ass I looked at the bottom to see if it was made in Korea.

October 15, 2006

It's the gray hair, isn't it?

Perhaps you've heard about the ultrasonic ringtone? It's one of those neat synergies that James Burke would be proud of. A few years ago, someone discovered that the range of human hearing narrows with age, and deduced that there were, therefore, tones that teenagers could hear which adults couldn't.

The initial use of this was something very different than what we ended up with. The first thing that came to mind was that they could play this tone in front of convenience stores, annoying the hell out of teenagers, and thereby discouraging them to hang out there, while being inaudible to good-natured adults. Of course, the tone wasn't physically painful or anything. Nor was it even really that annoying; it was just bothersome enough that it made te front of the store a place you wouldn't want to go unless you had a good reason.

But it didn't take long before the teenagers worked out a way to use their superhuman hearing to their advantage: these frequencies, rendered into a ringtone, would allow them to receive calls which adults would not be able to hear. (Now, before you point out that the technology to make a phone indicate that an incoming call without alerting anyone else nearby already existed, I'm going to remark that I called my beloved on her cell phone the other day, and she had to rush off to answer it. The cell phone was set to vibrate. And inside her car. Halfway across the parking lot). This is a boon to kids who want to receive calls in school, where such things are forbidden (Where I went to high school, being caught with a cell phone was an expellable offense. You didn't just have it confiscated: you were sent to the office and the police were called in to arrest you. This was a silly outmoded law dating from the days when owning a pager was considered a 100% perfect indicator of being a drug dealer).

Anyway, I went to a webpage and listened to some sounds, and it guessed my age:


You're a little frustrated that you can't hear all the tones that the young 'uns can but will be more than happy if it means you don't have to listen to their damn ringtones on the bus anymore.

The highest pitched ultrasonic mosquito ringtone that I can hear is 14.9kHz
Find out which ringtones you can hear!

I imagine I should be a little offended.

October 07, 2006

So cute, yet so evil

Courtesy of http://wendy.seltzer.org/blog/archives/2006/10/06/coming_soon_kitten_with_a_eula.html

A company called Allerca will be, in the near future, selling cute little kittens. What could be wrong with cute little kittens?

Well, these have been genetically engineered. Now, my first thought was "Eeeagh! Genetic supercats with superhuman cat powers that will enslave us all!" My second thought was, "I for one welcome our new kitten overlords."

But it turns out that this is genetic engineering used for the boring old purposes of good, not evil. These cats are hypoallegenic. Finally, science has invented a cat which will not inflame the allergies of unfortunate cat-allergy-sufferers.

But every sliver lining's got a cloud. We've got CUTE LITTLE KITTENS (good), we've got KITTENS OF SCIENCE (good), we've got HYPOALLEGENIC KITTENS (good). That's plainly too much good in one place. Fortunately for universal karma, the fluffy goodness is exactly balanced out by the fact that we've got one other thing: we've got KITTENS WITH A EULA (Eeeeevil! Eeeevil from the Dawn of Tiiiiime!)

For yes, dear friend, if you click on their convenient Buy-a-kitten link, you are presented with their clickware license, whch explains that:

1. These kittens have a dominant hypoallegenic gene, and could pass it on to all their progeny. This is why they will not sell you a cat that hasn't been neutered, so you can't breed your own.
2. You are not allowed to let the cats out of your house, where they can interact with inferior mundane mortal cats.
3. You can not sell or give your cat to anyone else (excepting family members). You can not buy one of these ubercats as a gift. If you tire of your cat, you cant give it to anyone else.

That third one there gets rid of what we call the right of "first sale", that little thing that lets you divest yourself of your own property in the way you see fit. You see it a lot with software licenses, but there's some legal debate as to whether they can actually do that. Could you imagine buying a car or a house, and being told you were not legally allowed to sell it again later?

I can imagine the scenario: Johnny had a cat that he didn't want to keep. He tried and he tried to give the cat away, he gave it to a man going far, far away. But the cat came back, he didn't stay away; he was sitting on the porch on the very next day. The cat came back, he didn't want to roam; the very next day, he was home sweet home. And he brought his lawyers.

Oh, any my third thought?
Doctor Who: New Earth

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