Ok, I am political. John "I'm Not Bush" Kerry wrote to me today, using an envelope with a hand lettered font (just so I know he wants me to think he cares) asking for money. Ummmm. ... No.
Not today anyway, John. I'm waiting for something to come out of your mouth that I can get behind. Like, what the f- are you gonna do about this Iraq mess, and how are you gonna get my salary up to where I can afford more than my bills and the occasional bit of high tech entertainment?
I might retire in six more years, along with 50 million of my closest friends, and then we'll have nothing to do but sit around all day blogging and fishing* so whatcha gonna do? Huh?
Speaking of presidential politics, there's all this talk about John McCain - cross-party SOD, dump Bush and run Republican, etc. Excuse me but the guy has a job, namely filling in for Barry Goldwater while he's dead. So let him do it, alright? Somebody's got to rattle the Repub's cages, otherwize they'd all be Oren Hatchlings.
I've read (in blogs, but I don't remember where - sorry**) two conspiracy theory thingies. One, and I very much doubt this one, is that Nicholas Berg's murder was faked. The other, and I really wonder if there is any merit to it, was that there were two Israeli spies (Mosad?) caught observing the jet bombing of the WTC from a vantage point in New Jersey. They supposedly had prior knowelege of the event as they had been tailing the hijackers. According to the rumor they were arrested and deported without being interrogated.
Like I said, conspiracy theory stuff, but if true ...
* I don't fish, it's a metafor.
**I know, bad form, no link and all, but hey. Google it or something.
Original content of this post has been replaced. But here's an endorsement for a particular charity that takes dogs to visit children in need of love, but can't get it from the adults in their lives.
The problem with getting website traffic by 'tapping into blogs' is that ya got to give up control and let the value of your message carry on its own.
Carol's Collection has a huge spam update. Some of the articles linked talk about a problem I am infected with, email spoofing. I have no idea where it's source is, but my work email address has been hit with literally hundreds of emails a day, telling me that I've sent someone a virus and that I should stop.
Well, listen folks, I don't have any viruses to send. Spoofing is where my address has been used by a virus (or other) spammer to make the recipient think I'm sending them a spam or virus. I have uninstalled all email programs from the Wintel I use at work, password protected my work Mac and live behind an OSX firewall here at home. Still hundreds of mails like this get to me every day:
Hi, I just turned 18 and if you want to see the nasty things I'm doing right now, install this viewer [really a virus] and you'll get my personnal webcam.
Like I care. Or,This is your boss. Read this document RIGHT AWAY [really a virus] and let me know what you think.
Like my boss cares what I think. My favorite is:Your email has been blocked due to the virus it contained. You are a bad, bad person.
To which my reply is, "Pbbbbbbt!"
My solution is to add a 'gone on vacation' auto-reply for the summer months, and let anybody with a NEED TO KNOW in on my super-secret other email address by word of mouth. You all already know it. So long spammers!
Like a good scam and you're tired of sending fake accounts to ex-princes of Nigeria? Check out the P-P-P-Powerbook scam wherein an Ebay hijacker gets taken to the cleaners. [via Gia's Blog from blogless Dil.]
Imagine Rowan Atkinson mixed with Marshall Mathers and you'll have a good image of Mike Skinner. Well, he sounds like neither, but he's a British rapper, and if you're looking for something fresh in the genre, this guy's it. Kelefa Sanneh's NYT review of his new disc, A Grand Don't Come for Free implies he doesn't match lyrics to beats very well, but, well, they talk funny over there, right mate, so suspend your expectations.
American urbans'll find it a bit strange. Gone is the bravado of a bunch of stoned guys riding around in the back of an Escalde swilling Tangeray, shooting at anyone who eyes their women. In fact, Skinner gets knocked out of the way when he wanders into a club looking for his friends high on too much E (on the best single tune, Blinded by the Lights,) and when he gets violent "it's like total agony" in the album's capper.
It's a concept (get over it, dude) album - you know, boy meets girl - boy looses girl, ... - that's it. The tunes are catchy, he leaves out the American accent and, well, it's fun to listen to. Buy it at iTunes cause it's a quid - I mean a few bucks - less than in stores or Amazon.
By the way, you can try the official The Streets website, but it's ...uh, lame. I stole bits of their graphic none-the-less.
