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I'm scratching my head right now. I don't see any links from the Disney home page to thisblogismyblog.

This posting should have been up a week ago (or more). I lack the desire to edit this, so I hope it's somewhat cohesive. There must be more Ted Stevens insanity by now. And perhaps even in my bookmarks folder. But in the spirit of quantity, with quality a distant second, here's a posting for you.

It's clearly what the people want. We don't want his legislation. We want him to explain more things to us. Preferrably all technical items. Perhaps he could fill in for Walt Mossberg at the Wall Street Journal for awhile. Maybe he's the next John Dvorak, oh, Jon Dvorak doesn't really write all his material. Could Ted Stevens at least start blogging? Or maybe a podcast. That would totally rock. And there would be no end to the soundbytes DJs and producers could get their hands on for their mixes.

Ok...now that I've started typing this, I've done a patrol around my little internet and found some other people's internets had some interesting Ted Stevens related material. Enjoy the links.

Yep...links. (in addition to those above, naturally.)
Oh, look...he does have a blog. Thank heavens for Theodore Stevens! (liberty taken with pronunciation of the last Stevens, but I've been called a liberal, so I should know something about liberty, right?)
Ted Stevens is selling his internet on craigslist. (Not surprised, it doesn't sound like it works as well as mine. Explains why it's only $19.)
Ted Stevens Internet Fan Club on myspace. This user's mySpace account was previously closed in relation to his song in honour of Ted Stevens. Who's that cuddly fellow that owns mySpace again? No no no, it's not Tom. The other one. Right, Rupert.
Will the real Rupert Murdoch please stand up? (Props to the "Dirty Digger" for his love of the Pixies.)
And here's the fake Rupert Murdoch mySpace page.

Apparently, I have no fucking idea how to set an alarm clock. The controls seem as alien to me as the controls on a VCR did to the previous generation. I've set them before but it's been some time. For years I worked an evening job without need for such interruptions. And then came children. Nature's own living breathing alarm clocks. Right now it seems as if I'd have a better chance of setting them than I would this alarm clock. I've managed to make different abbreviations flash on the display panel, found myself the focal point of some soothing sounds, and moved some numbers around with no clear indication of whether this device will wake me up tomorrow morning or simply wreak havoc on the magnetic forces of our planet. Yes, like Lost. Exactly.

I know when I need to wake up, if my body decides not to get up at that time, then it truly must no deem it necessary. Good night.

The comedian-in-chief clearly did not ask, "Is this thing on?" with a tap of the microphone. So the world gets a private moment between a couple leaders of the free world. There's a lot of talk about this around the blogosphere, and I'm sure there will be a piece on The Daily Show, followed by its posting YouTube. That's just the nature of these things.

Links:
Guardian Unlimited: NewsBlog
Transcript by Adam Boulton
Crooks & Liars
Ezra Klein

Oh and a little bit of Guess who's coming to dinner. Will the White House open the door to thug/oil baron? The answer may be inidicative of upcoming US policy in the Middle East since Kazakhstan opened airfields to us previous in the US conflict/bombing with/of Afghanistan. (Sorry I get a little slash crazy here and there, and that time it came while I was actually trying to make a point.) But it could also be that there's lots of oil in Kazakhstan. And people do crazy things for that black stuff.

You kow, I get so bored with these stories of guys trading a paper clip for a house, don't you? Isn't there some type of fiery bus crash or bombing to report about?

Good job, Kyle.

Listen to Ted Stevens describe how the Internet works (courtesy of The Daily Show), and decide for yourself if he should have any say in any legislation involving the Internet. I would venture to guess that given a Tivo, Senator Stevens would figure that the technology was reverse engineered from some technology found out in Roswell.

We've had Silicon Valley and Silicon Alley, but I'm not sure which Internet/Tech hotbed exists in Alaska. I would guess it would be the Silicon Pipeline, but unless data's in the form of black gold, it's got to find some other way to travel.

But since Stevens has been all for further oil drilling in Alaska and the rest of the frozen tundra, his use of "tubes" as a metaphor for the Internet should not be a surprise. Tubes and pipes have very similar technology. He knows how pipes work, so those "tubes" must work the same way.

This is the same Senator Ted Stevens vehemently opposed cutting off funding of his "Bridge to Nowhere" in Alaska, when some selfish senators, even fellow Republicans, wanted to divert the money to assist Hurricane Katrina recovery efforts. How dare they.

This $223 million bridge would connect the 8,000 people on one side to the 50 on the other. The Gravina Island Bridge (proposed name for the bridge) would apparently be nearly as long as the Golden Gate Bridge and as high as the Brooklyn Bridge. The last time I checked a lot more people use those bridges, perhaps during the New York City Marathon alone.

(Upon further research, it looks like the bridge is no longer earmarked to receive its federal funding, although Alaska would still receive the money to spend on something else.)

This is also the same state that spent $500,000 in tax dollars to paint a giant salmon on an Alaska Airlines plane. This was to help promote the Alaska fishing industry in their battle against salmon farms. $500,000 could have been better spent elsewhere. How many people can even see ? I don't see too many planes pulling along side me on the highway, usually I'm underneath them, and their pretty high up. And even if it looked like a flying fish over my head, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to run out to the fish market shortly thereafter.

Save the Internet, folks. It's still ours. It doesn't belong to Ted Stevens. I'm not sure he even knows how to turn an Internet on. For shits and giggles, let's hand him a solar calculator duct-taped to a toaster oven, and tell him it's the Internet. Although he'd probably be sharp enough to ask where the "tubes" were.

...won't mention Rocketboom, I swear.

I need to prove to myself that there's something to talk about besides Rocketboom. But Jason Calcanis isn't offering me any jobs at Netscape, so I can't tell you about that.

I guess he doesn't remember my scathing commentary about Amazon.com that appeared on in the Silicon Alley Daily right next to Douglas Rushkoff. (I'll have to dig it up soon.)

Scathing is a fun word, kind of like scalding except there's no connotations of boiling water being spilt on your person.

This posting was going to link to Andrew Baron giving his side of the Rocketboom debacle over at Dembot, (that's his blog, or at least one of them). But at the present time, Dembot is down. I'm sure it will be back, and then you can hear his side.

In a nutshell, Andrew Baron says that Andrew Baron does a lot of work over at Rocketboom. It says that he does just about everything. He even came up with Amanda Congdon's quick head turn to the other camera. I'm not sure he holds the patent on that, so perhaps Amanda will use that in the future.

That said, Joanne Colan will be the new host of Rocketboom. Joanne was apparently a VJ on MTV Europe. But now she got a pretty big shoes, (seat, whatever you'd like to add) to fill. It's very possible that this whole thing will work out quite well both for Amanda Congdon and for Andrew Baron at Rocketboom.

All they have to do is deliver. Simple,huh? The world may not be watching, but the blogosphere is, and that slight sound you hear is the blogosphere tapping on the shoulders of two friends collectively to tell them about all this. Even those who still don't care have the seeds planted in their brain, and when Amanda Congdon starts showing up on The Daily Show or some other media outlet, they'll know why they know who that is.

Amanda Congdon attempts to clear up the he said/she said. Andrew Baron comes out smelling like a real prick. I'm sure there will be a rebuttal.

This is funny.

So is this.

Today I discovered that I share a birthday with George W. Bush.

I'm still not sure how to take it. Thank goodness for Suzanne Somers and Sylvester Stallone.

I'm still reeling.

What's This? No more Amanda Congdon at Rocketboom. Will there be a reason to return? There seems to be some he said/she said business going on. Amanda says they didn't want her anymore. Rocketboom (a.k.a. the other guy) says she wanted to move to L.A., and they couldn't acommodate her.

The only thing we know for sure sure is that I'm still not sure how to spell acommodate.

Let the blogosphere be my spellchecker, I say. Comments are always open.

I'm sure we'll see Amanda again. So, might as well bookmark Unboomed in the meantime. I've only been visiting Rocketboom for a short time, and although the content and writing works well, her personality and delivery has made it more interesting. Is Rocketboom done? Has there been a job posting on Craigslist yet? Who knows? Maybe you.

Kittens and baby monkeys are friends.

Amazing photograph. Thanks to Hemmy.net for finding this for me. Hemmy found it at CityRag. So, I'd like to thank them even more.

But most of all, great job by *kazzie* for capturing and sharing this moment. Apparently she hung around watching them for over an hour. She's posted a lot of non-monkey/kitten cuddlefest photos as well.

Why isn't this on television yet? It strikes me as The Electric Company for today's kids. Well, I guess as far as I can tell, it hasn't been picked up yet. But maybe soon. I think it's actually gear for a little younger child than The Electric Company. Although, it looks pretty cool to me, and I'm in an older demographic.

Yo Gabba Gabba! It felt good to say it again.

The YGG! folks have also resurrected Biz Markie.

Visit the Planet Grand Theft Auto Forums for a link to a clearer movie showing the Mysterious Ghost Photographer of San Andreas.

Poster "47" provides a link to an .avi file. Mac OS X users will need the DivX Codec.

I spent five minutes with GarageBand. I did not try to figure out anything except for how to record something right away using nothing but myself as the sound originator. And out came what I've affectionately dubbed "recording #11". I think it has something to do with a track I overwrote and how when I first dropped it into iTunes it split all the tracks up separately. One of them was "recording #11".

And yes I realize my timing was off. And that some sounds are a bit random. But I like that, the random part, that is.

If there's no room left for improvement, then there's really no room left is there.

Click and laugh. Can't describe without spoiling. It's short and to the point.

Visit my previous link on the mysterious ghost photographers of San Andreas. The link to the movie was dead. It was a ghost link, if you will. And, if you won't, well...it still wasn't working. But now that's all over. I will probably make this available on YouTube in the near future.

It was made with a digital camera, but I still think it's the only movie online featuring the ghost photographer. I could be wrong. I've been wrong before. But let's just say I'm not and move in.

As far as the new Grand Theft Auto for PS2, Liberty City Stories, no, I haven't purchased it yet.

UPDATE:The video is on YouTube now as well. Here, in my vlog and here, in the greater YouTubeosphere.

Rocketboom explains.

And assuming there is a tomorrow for the Internet as we know it, visit Rocketboom daily. I can't believe it took me this long to find this.

You can now set your browsers to http://thisblogismyblog.com or http://www.thisblogismyblog.com. My lazy ass decided it was time to figure this out. But it couldn't, because all it's good for is shitting and preventing my jeans from falling down. The belt helps with the latter, but I'll give my ass some credit.

So as my ass sstruggled (that's the way asses sspell it) to solve this problem, my brain eventually told it to sit the fuck down, and took over. And now it's fixed. There is a chance that I may have a better post in the near future, but hang on to this one as long as you can, just in case.

I knew nothing about The Fountain when I picked it up at the public library, about three months ago. But I knew that when it was done, it needed to be mentioned here.

I read a lot. Blogs, books, newspapers, e-mails, comics, web sites, professional journals, magazine, and sometimes even the pile of novels that I can't keep up with. And, of course, graphic novels. Now sometimes a graphic novel is a collection of individual comic books bound together under one cover. Well, I'm not sure if The Fountain appeared that way, but I am certain that it is one of the best representations I've ever seen of a graphic novel. This is why people should read graphic novels, and get over the fact that it's a story that has pictures, and there's nothing wrong with that. (Although, I'm sure most of the people that read this blog don't have a problem with it.)

Darren Aronofsky (you know, one "A", like Elvis), wrote this as a movie. The movie was cancelled originally, but was eventually made. But I am not looking forward to seeing it. I don't care who's playing the characters, or how its filmed, or how much is spent on effects.

It's a good story. And the graphic novel medium suits it fine. This may not have been Aronofsky's original intention. But combined with Kent Williams gorgeous illustration, I'm convinced the story as told the way it needed to be.

There's three intricately weaved storylines here, but it's all one story that takes place at different points in history. Despite the battles fought in South America and the travels through the universe, where The Fountain truly hits home is as a story about love, life, and death. Simple, huh?

Isn't every story about that, one may ask? Every story may involve that, but every story may no reflect upon it or encourage introspection on these matters.

I don't want to give a synopsis, but I know when the book was over, I was moved. I shook, I shed a tear.

Maybe I'm a big baby. There's always that possibility. It's not so much that it's sad, but there's something beautiful about The Fountain.

I'm not sure what happened to the style on my site, but if it's white with red and blue letters, than something's not right. Temporary I'm sure.