The ravens are looking a bit sluggish. Tell Malcolm they need new batteries.

Discerning Individuals

Good gravy, blogs I don't know are blogrolling me! This shows discernment and good taste and all that, so I really need to get over to their sites and have a read. I also need to get moving with my Blog of the Day again, which is turning into more of a Blog of the Fortnight.

Meanwhile, thanks go to:

Gaggle of Girls + One Guy, which I did in fact know beforehand, and have left comments at before.
Brain Fertilizer, who seems to have his brain on straight.
Orange Haired Boy, blogging from Scotland Florida, who is my kind of geek.
Quidnunc, who have me listed as "Pixy Misa" (they list the authors rather than the blogs). I've visited Quidnunc before, too. Their blogroll is long but stuffed full of goodness.

I'll mention The Cheese Stands Alone again another day, once LeeAnn returns to the Blogosphere. Apparently she's moving house or some such.

Also a wave to Wizbang who noted my little category icons. But did they notice that they change every day? They also have the sad story of a Sniffer Cat Snuffed.

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She Sells Email...

Over at USS Clueless, Steven den Beste gets nearly as much email as I do. Difference being that his is addressed to him, rather than to "Dear ampn" (or one of my other throwaway spamtraps.)

In this case, mostly telling him what I was too polite (or to lazy) to say:

Hey, Steven, seeing how you know everything, I'm sure it just slipped your mind that Linux has been out for the Xbox for some time now, and recently became available without the need for any mod chip or messing about?

Now, if all of Steven's readers had blogs of their own, and they all blogged their comments instead of emailing them, he would have got a thousand new trackback links and shot straight to the top of the Blogosphere Ecosystem.

Hmm. Maybe I should try that. Gratuitous made-up accusations against the puppy ble... uh, against Glenn (Reynolds) worked for that Frank guy, so maybe I should try slipping in a few obvious errors so my readers can correct me and feel smug while my ratings go through the roof.

Let me think about that one.

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Data, Data Everywhere

Over at USS Clueless, Steven den Beste insists that there is much data.

I wholeheartedly agree. A pox on the data pluralists!

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Frank Frank Frank

Susie will probably afflict me with a plague of frogs unless I mention this Frank person. Apparently he has a blog.

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Everybody's Doing It!

1. Do you have a personal hero? If so, who is it?

Isaac Asimov.

2. What is your favorite book of all time and what made it so fucking good?

What, one book? Uh... John Barnes' One for the Morning Glory. It's a fairy tale, written for adults, it's a fairy tale that knows it's a fairy tale and revels in it, and the wordplay is amazing. Read with a dictionary close at hand.

3. What does “diversity” mean to you?

Nothing in particular. The phrase diuerse alarums, on the other hand...

4. What is the wildest thing you’ve ever done?

Wild? Um. Riding a giant inflatable banana being towed behind a speedboat. I think that's probably it.

5. Do you regret doing it?

Regret not doing it again.

6. Can you drive a stick shift?

Not legally.

7. What’s the highest speed you ever traveled in a car?

About 150km/h - maybe 95mph.

8. Were you driving, or riding at the time?

Riding. Won't say who was driving.

9. Which is better: snakes or spiders?

Look, I live in Australia. Either one will kill you soon as look at you. Spiders are easier to squash - a cinder block dropped from a good height, say, or a sledgehammer if you're out of cinder blocks. On the other hand, snakes can't jump. Also, there's usually more meat on a snake.

10. What is the most disgusting thing you ever ate?

Salmonella enterica. (By the way, salmonella.org has a Buy from Amazon link. Thanks, but no.)

11. Have you ever shit your pants? Be HONEST!

See previous entry.

12. Was losing your virginity an enjoyable experience?

On the whole, yes.

13. Should oral sex be outlawed or encouraged?

Certainly not outlawed. And I don't think it needs official encouragement.

14. Name one man with a fine ass.

Balaam.

15. Do you watch golf on television? If not, will you iron my shirts?

No. And no.

16. Who is Martha Burk?

Not sure. Is she the new editor of the New York Times?

17. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I'd like to be all-powerful.

18. Do you eat raw oysters?

No. I also do not eat raw slugs.

19. Are you claustrophobic?

Let me out of here!

20. If you rode a motorcycle, would you wear a helmet even if the law said you didn‘t have to?

Yes. I only have the one brain, and flawed though it might be, I'd like to keep it safe inside my head.

21. Name five great Presidents.

Those guys on the mountain plus one.

22. Name three shitty Presidents.

Clinton, Chirac, Putin.

23. Now call me fanny and slap my ass. Just kidding.

Yes, Fanny.

24. This is the 4th of July. Did you set off any fireworks?

No, because (a) I'm in Australia and (b) the miserable excuse we have for a state government has banned private firework displays without a permit.

25. If you could have dinner and conversation with anyone in the history of the planet, who would you choose?

The young Diana Rigg, I think. Yes.

(Questions from Gut Rumbles via diuerse sources.)

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Mud Pies, Anyone?

Blog of the day is Mudpiemarie:

1. How are you planning to spend the summer?
Tough one. I think I'll be at work during July and at work during August... Oh wait, that is the entire summer. Can we say bitter? Anyway, I am taking a dance class this summer and I am going to attempt to take a couple of days off around labor day to go to New York.

2. What was your first summer job?
My first summer job was babysitting the devil child. Devil child was five years old, watched Mtv, had a dog that could jump as high as my head, and invited large quantities of toddlers over to her house when I wasn't looking. She also had one of those Barbie cars that runs on batteries, except her batteries were never charged so I would end up pushing the thing back home. This would always lead to the argument of why I couldn't push her in the car, which would inevitably lead to her having a tantrum and me looking like the devil babysitter. Ahhh, the joys of early employment.

Don't go there expecting lengthy and detailed political analyses (but then, you won't get those here, either). What you get is little slices of Jeanine's life (no, I don't know what happened to Marie) and wonderful photos. Jeanine has a really good eye for composition and colour. The site design is delightfully minimalist too.

She had this to say about Harry Potter:

Friday was pure crazy-stuff at the bookstore. We sold 650 copies of HP5 that night. In the whole scheme of things that may not sound like a lot, but you must keep in mind that every copy had at least two people attached to it (if not more). So according to my calculations, we broke approximately 108 fire codes on Friday night.

I had been fooled into thinking that we were actually going to open the boxes prior to midnight so we could have them ready to sell. I was wrong. We sliced the boxes open at midnight and sold them straight from the boxes. Oh the nerdiness. People were actually taking pictures of the boxes. Oh wait, I did that, too.

And like all right-thinking people, she lusts after the Macintosh G5.

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Stuck... Can't... Move...

No... updates... for... a... little... while... because... my... ISP... is... routing... all... packets... via... Mars...

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