return void;

I’m telling you, there are things that need to be said that aren’t getting said. Why? Fear. In this brand new burgeoning world of Web 2.0, there are groups which threaten the integrity of these new architectures. They exist in the back alleys — the streets that used to be the Main Streets but are now just ancient and rarely traversed trails between towering constructions of virtual netropolis.

Few dare to travel along these darkened paths anymore, and those that venture there are a silent and reclusive breed, often bearing multiple schizophrenic identities and leading triple lives which transitionally fade in and out of each other like the colors of overlapping subsets in a Venn diagram. Ego and elitism are their currencies, and they are traded and protected with remarkable intensity and secrecy.

One of their members has a toe in the fresher waters of the mainstream, which is ironically defined by its indefinition, but refuses to open the sluice gates between a reservoir of knowledge and the confluences of this forum because of the afore mentioned fear and a reluctance to bite the hand that feeds, so to speak. So, I have defined as one of my challenges the arbitration of the conditions under which this stalemate can be dismantled.

Can a language of obscured terminology mapped by shared subtext keys allow for a dialog to begin for this silenced minority? You know who you are, so try it. Work backwards from something simple and harmless. Perhaps, a subtle drawing out under innocuous pretexts will help: Not even Apple is exempt from the techno-elite hating game.

Discuss with passionate abandon, you newly free but remaindered fearful. There is a rabbit hole here, will you descend, or remain in your shadowed ambivalence? There are guides throughout.

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What song do I hate? I think “Daughters,” by John Mayer, would be a good candidate. I don’t know why he bugs me so bad.

–Brandon Flowers on what song would be playing if he went to hell. (2005) (Rolling Stone Magazine)

Well, that song used to bug me too, for a reason I can’t ever admit, because men don’t admit sh*t like that in public, and yet somehow, despite his Alanis Morissette-esque “too much information”-style of songwriting, I’m betting he’s getting laid on a regular basis. So why do people (read: guys) hate Mayer? That’s a good question. So is, why do haters hate?

For myself I’ll say this: I own all his albums.

Crystal and I were watching Late Night when we heard about an episode of Hardball where Howard Dean made an appearence. This is the good part: he was quoted on TV saying that, when it comes to the supreme court, you can’t play “hide the salami.” Here’s an excerpt:

MATTHEWS: Do you believe that the president can claim executive privilege?

DEAN: Well, certainly the president can claim executive privilege. But in the this case, I think with a lifetime appointment to the Supreme Court, you can’t play, you know, hide the salami, or whatever it’s called. He’s got to go out there and say something about this woman who’s going to a 20 or 30-year appointment, a 20 or 30-year appointment to influence America. We deserve to know something about her.

For more details, you can read this MSNBC article.

Apparently, a deceased woman bought a lottery ticket and won.

Actually, it seems her 38 year old daugher bought it with her stolen credit card. After the daughter drove to Salem to collect her first installment payment of $33,500, police started tracking her. When they raided her home, there was very little money, but plenty of meth. Either the woman bought $33K in meth or stashed the money in case she every got out of prison; which makes the most sense.

I seriously doubt that she was smart enough to stash the payment before being picked up considering she won the lotto with a stolen card to begin with.

All morning I’ve been playing this game a friend has sent me. The object of the game is to move the pointer around the maze without touching the walls. If you touch the walls, you loose and have to start all over.
The first level was easy, but level 2 is when it gets tough. I could only get to about 75% of the maze. It was so hard that even my low-sensitivity USB optical mouse could not beat. If you can beat this game I would have to say you are a very dexterous person! Good luck.

YATBORKNA: Yet Another Thing Bill O’Reilly Knows Nothing About

I think that this is a worthy addition as YAIA (Yet Another Internet Acronym) to add to an already bulging list. I think that it can be used in nearly any situation.

YATBORKNA: Young people in America.
YATBORKNA: Civility.
YATBORKNA: What the word “spin” actually means.
YATBORKNA: Integrity.
YATBORKNA: Being cool, or just being a nice guy.
YATBORKNA: Not being a dick.
YATBORKNA: Respect for others.
YATBORKNA: YATBORKNA.

Here is a PDF version of Harriet Mier’s letter of withdrawal to President Bush. It doesn’t need to be said, but I’ll say it anyway: the Internet is F-ing cool.

And now, the glib editorial: No really, it’s not you, it’s me. You’re a great Supreme Court, it’s just that I’m at a different place in my life right now.