That’s all I gotta say
That’s all I gotta say
I just can’t stop with the Youtube posts. Maybe it’s some strange desire to distance these quality videos from the stink of YT. All those worthless uploaded videos wasting space and bandwidth on servers in Palo Alto. sheesh.
When I saw this next one I immediately thought of silly little children who we don’t realize can grow up. One day we laugh at them for their tottering and unlearned mannerisms… the next day they control us and torture our babies in exchange for a nation state in Osaka, Japan.
It could happen.
Bringing you the greatest of YouTube on an extremely irregular basis.
Some of Dali’s craziness in video form: please note the cat.
I just got an email from the folks at Writely that my password will now become my Google Password. I guess this means that Writely is one step closer to joining the barrage of awesome google services.
You can think of Writely (if you haven’t heard of it) as a Microsoft Word on the internet. You can do nearly anything you can do in Word from a web browser. Your work is saved every 15 seconds or so, and it’s my word processor of choice mainly because I’ve lost so much work from computer crashes or general stupidity in my life.
Writely has been in Beta for over a a year now since being bought by Google but it should soon be a household name (that is if Google doesn’t change its name to something more Google friendly like “The Google Writer” or something dumb like that).
There’s a lot to be said for the changing dynamic of national identity, tv culture, and all-around hilarity when a TV host (on cable no less) is able to thwart a nation’s process of naming a structure as prominent as a bridge.
It reminds me of the types of hooliganry that the Something Awful.com goons take part in whenever there’s some sort of open-ended vote on ‘their’ internet.
A spectacular video art piece-style video with a mesmerizing soundtrack called the “church of the future.”
For more great things from the creators of this video, click here.
If you’re a regular to Moneydick.com (and my stats say many of you are) you know about my funny spam posts. These are spam emails that arrive in my mailbox with nothing but nonsense filling their ridiculous bodies. Here’s my latest: the fifth posted on this website.
This one has a particular poetic significance that caused it to be posted here:
(to see all of the hilarious robotronic spam messages I’ve received click here.
And this other fellow here, this SaintLuke the Evangelist. You can imagine, then, whether certain thingscan make any impression on me!
Shebecomes a Princess, you say, and Princess of Laurentano: let us say,Queen of Colimbetra!
Any newswas fresh to him, a distant echo of the life of the great worldbeyond.
Yoursalvation rests with yourselves, is what I say.
Shebecomes a Princess, you say, and Princess of Laurentano: let us say,Queen of Colimbetra! But do you know how they live down at PortoEmpedocle? Nocio Pigna went on, stretching outhis long arm with a menacing gesture. I seek my own convenience and theirs at the sametime: is that right?
There are three hundredthousand of us, my boy, at this very moment. Any room will do for me, replied Laurentano. What do you want here, prowling about at this hour in the morning? After a while he shrugged his shoulders and began to look about him. I seek my own convenience and theirs at the sametime: is that right?
And theresplenty of stuff behind it, you know! And this other fellow here, this SaintLuke the Evangelist. Let him come toValsania, now, if you dare!
Well have to find a tutor, a nurse foryou.
Shebecomes a Princess, you say, and Princess of Laurentano: let us say,Queen of Colimbetra! My dear sir,sighed Preola, shutting his eyes. What do you want here, prowling about at this hour in the morning? The patriots and the priests deceived them and aredeceiving them now!
She is going to shut herself up at Colimbetra!
PoorAdelaide, it is too bad really, after waiting fifty years!
Marco Preola was tired: his head drooped, as he murmured:Porto Empedocle. Yoursalvation rests with yourselves, is what I say.
Sciaralla saluted him humbly, then, pointing to the dogs, asked:Can I dismount? Putyour hand on your heart, now, and tell the truth: you dont work atall!
There’s nothing simple about this display of genius. I want to go to Japan so bad.
update: Serenading for 2007: Serenading gone wrong
What is serenading? All YOU need to know is it’s a tradition at Vassar college when freshmen bow to seniors. Ketchup and chocolate sauce is often thrown/poured. Then there’s singing and some dorm wins a lame prize. You can get a taste of what it’s like from these 468 saucy pictures.