…hence the light blogging. Wendy and I were in Baltimore this weekend, and she’s beaten me to the punch in writing about it.
I also managed to carve out enough time to do some serious research…
Truth #1: People look at you funny when they see you reading this book.
Although
the cat’s away, they’re keeping me a busy mouse at work, so the entries
may be light today. Regular bloggage will resume soon.
A couple of you are awaiting emails from me that I’ve already sent from
my work email account. If you’re one of these people, leave a comment
and I’ll try resending it to you.
Will Rigby of the guitar band The dB’s
once remarked that “Giving
synthesizers to the Europeans was like giving whiskey to the Indians”.
In the case of one Zladko “Zlad” Vladcik, he may have been right.
I’ve posted a frame from the video for his song Elektronik Supersonik below, but to experience the full cheese, you’ve got to watch the video (Flash required)
The trying-to-be-sexy-but-failing space-age-sex lyrics are sung in a language that’s trying-to-be-English-but-failing:
You’ll get a kick out of the full lyrics, which are here.
This guy sounds just the way I imagine Vlad the robot from Achewood does.
(Here’s a copy located in my blog’s filesystem, just in case they’ve taken down the video.)
And to think I almost missed it!
I was getting started on a report for Boss Ross when I noted the date: July 14th.
“Hey, it’s Bastille Day,”
I thought to myself. Bastille Day is also the birthday of my friend
Henry Dziarmaga. Years ago, Henry and I — over several zombies — came
up with the theory that in an infinite multiverse, there must be one
universe in which people watch our lives as TV shows and therefore we
must live in such a way to keep our ratings up.
Then it hit me: I started working at Tucows on Bastille Day last year. This is my first anniversary.
It doesn’t feel as though it’s been a year. I enjoy my work immensely,
Boss Ross and my mates in the Research and Innovation Department Darryl
and Scott are great to work with, and it’s so enjoyable that I only hit
the snooze button when I’ve been out partying the night before.
I think I’ll be here a while.
(The title of this entry is a play on the The Ultimate Collection Of Winsock Software, which is what “Tucows” originally stood for.)
Test! Test!
Paulo (who lives near where I’ll be this weekend) hits it on the head in his blog, How Now Brown Pau?:
Great, not only are we terror appeasers, we’re obseqious terror appeasers.
From the Deputy Foreign Secretary: “In response to your request … the
Philippines will withdraw its humanitarian forces as soon as possible
…. I hope the statement that I read will touch the heart of this
group …. We know that Islam is the religion of peace and mercy.”
“Touch the heart?”
“Peace and mercy?”
“Request?”
You know, though I consider it dishonorable, I might even understand
sending home troops to save the life of a hostage, but what kind of
wonderful noble motivation is this person trying to ascribe to these
terrorists? It isn’t even acquiescence anymore; it’s grovelling. “Oh, don’t hurt us, we’ll do anything you want!”
This is the sort of rolling over and playing dead that got us stuck
with President Marcos and his shoe-whore wife for waaaaay too long. As
one American observer once noted, the Philippines had “40 million
cowards and one son of a bitch.” And now that the Philippine government
is not only giving into demands but doing it in a way that puts Waylon
Smithers to shame, I fear these two outcomes:
Abu Sayyaf are currently in negotiations with the Philippine
government. I may not know a lot about terrorists’ mindsets, but I do
know a helluva lot about negotiating. The Philippine government just
invited Abu Sayyaf to walk all over them.
I worry that the Philippines is about to learn a harsh lesson about paying the danegeld.
My co-worker Scott Murff wants to become a robot and have some traffic on
his blog, games.blogware.com. He asked me to link to him. Consider it done, Scott…or should I say: Murfftron 3000?
