[via UFies.org] Well, I’m sort of American. I’m the direct descendant of an American (my great-grandfather is James O’Hara,
who left Dayton, Ohio for the Philippines after the end of the
Spanish-American War). Therefore, I’m entitled to take the How
F**king American Are You quiz.
Here’s my result: Happy and Horny American.
Wendy could’ve told you that.
For those of you who are into programming, don’t forget that there’s a blog I’m paid to write: The Farm: The Tucows Developers’ Hangout!
[via Eldon Brown] Daniel Handler (whom most of us know by his nom de plume, Lemony Snicket, author of the A Series of Unfortunate Events books) has used an accordion as a prop during his reading to comment on America’s actions abroad:
“I think if you’re writing books on an evil, shadowy conspiracy
surrounding innocent people, sooner or later you get to talking about
politics,” he quips.
At a reading the next evening on the Upper West Side packed with
hundreds of screaming kids and their parents, Handler’s politics will
flare obliquely again when he straps on an accordion and says
instructively, “The accordion has been around for hundreds of years,
and hated by thousands of people. Why do we hate things? Sometimes
because of a cruel and inhuman foreign policy.”
A number of you have informed me that the gadget blog Endgadget posted an article on the Roland digital accordion yesterday. This is great news for me because:
Me, when voicing my opinion of an arbitrary target number: “That ‘eight’ smells like the ass it was pulled out of.”
Thank you, ladies and gents. I’m here all week.
I haven’t hit Real Live Preacher’s blog much lately — work and life
have conspired to shave my blog-reading time down to nearly non-nerd
levels (horrors!) — so I was unaware that he’d:
made of sliced Kobe beef, melted Taleggio cheese, shaved truffles,
sauteed foie gras, caramelized onions and heirloom shaved tomatoes on a
homemade brioche roll brushed with truffle butter and squirted with
homemade mustard.
Sounds tasty, but US$100 probably buys three weeks’ worth of brown-bag
lunch material (usually a meat/poultry/fish entree and salad).