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This is a damn right wing conspiracy. You know the Bush cronies pressured the big wigs at Viacom to go after Google. Ok...maybe not, but it could be. Either way, I'm really disapointed. My budy the silentpatriot was my hook up for a quick fix of the best of the The Daily Show or the Colbert Report and now...its over. Whats the world coming too!!?!??!
YouTube Pulls Down Comedy Central Clips - Mashable!
In a move that’s deeply irritating some of the channel’s biggest fans, clips from The Daily Show, The Colbert Report and South Park have been removed from YouTube today following a DMCA from Viacom’s Comedy Central. Searching for the shows will still yield results, but clicking through to watch the clips results in the message “This video has been removed due to terms of use violation” or “This video has been removed due to copyright infringement”. The news first appeared on Newscloud. Comedy Central owns some of the most popular content on YouTube, and video sharing sites have driven a massive amount of interest in the shows. The hosts will most likely be unhappy about the move: Jon Stewart said in an interview in 2005: “Getting it off the Internet is no different than getting it off TV”, while Colbert plays up to the YouTube audience, even demanding his cut of the money when the Google-YouTube acquisition occurred earlier this month. South Park’s recent World of Warcraft episode, meanwhile, felt like it had been produced with the online audience in mind.
If you've ever wondered what our esteemed Presidents job is, or if he think's hes doing well, take a look at this clip, compiled by the Daily Show with Jon Stewart, which really seems to help Bush summarize his position.
If you're spouting any of the drivel here, you're wasting our oxygen...not to mention the hours of our lives that we'll never be able to reclaim. Please cease and desist! Immediately....IF NOT SOONER
"I'd like to respond to that, but taking into account your background,
education, and intelligence, I am quite sure that you would not be able
to understand."
Conversational Terrorism: How NOT to Talk!
Just when I thought I had come up with a question that Google couldn't answer "Did you ever wonder what an 250lb pile of silly putty would look like?" or "How many people does it take to pull apart a 250lb pile of Silly Putty that accidently got stuck together?" Well, Google has us covered once again. These guys are wacky.
Not long ago, I walked by the desk of software engineer JJ Furman, and saw that he had made an interesting addition to his desk: a large blob of Silly Putty, about the size of a grapefruit. Intrigued, I asked how he'd gotten so much of the stuff. The answer? A bulk order directly from the manufacturer! Of course.I knew then that I wanted some, and it dawned on me that I probably wasn't the only one. So I set out to place a really, really big bulk order. An email went out to cohorts. Their orders came in. Three weeks later, I had an eighth of a ton of Silly Putty delivered to my desk.
Naturally, we were all curious to see what 250 pounds of Silly Putty would look like, so before distributing the stuff, we put it all in a single pile to see. Huge mistake.
The problem was that once together, Silly Putty doesn't like to come apart, and none of us had any idea of how to deal with this effect. We tried everything: very strong people (didn't work), scissors (stabbing worked, slicing didn't), 28-gauge steel wire (broke), 22-gauge steel wire (broke), 16-gauge steel wire (too thick), and twisting and breaking (worked well for "smaller" pieces -- under five pounds, that is.)
Two hours later, with the help of more than a dozen enthusiastic Googlers, everyone was finally able to walk away with a giant piece of Silly Putty.
And then what? Some people are giving it for holiday gifts. Others are using it to exercise their arms, play basketball (rebounds are tough), and of course, imprint entire newspaper pages.
Any regrets? Absolutely not.
Wooohooo... this is a good one. Marry my Oprah...is actually code for Mary my crazy psycho chick from Santa Fe New Mexico. Who would have thunk it?
CNN.com - Judge tosses Letterman restraining order - Dec 27, 2005
SANTA FE, New Mexico (AP) -- A state judge has lifted a restraining order granted to a Santa Fe woman who accused talk-show host David Letterman of using coded words to show that he wanted to marry her and train her as his co-host.Judge Daniel Sanchez on Tuesday granted a request by lawyers for Letterman, host of CBS' "Late Show," to quash the temporary restraining order that he earlier granted to Colleen Nestler.
She alleged in a request filed December 15 that Letterman has forced her to go bankrupt and caused her "mental cruelty" and "sleep deprivation" since May 1994.
Nestler requested that Letterman, who tapes his show in New York, stay at least 3 yards away and not "think of me, and release me from his mental harassment and hammering."
Lawyers for Letterman contended the order was without merit.
"He is entitled to a protection of his legal rights and a protection of his reputation," Pat Rogers, an Albuquerque lawyer representing Letterman, told the judge Tuesday.
The New Mexico court doesn't have jurisdiction over Letterman, who is a resident of Connecticut, Rogers said.
Nestler appeared in court without a lawyer and represented herself.
Responding to a question from the judge, Nestler said she had no proof of the allegations she had made against Letterman.
She also said that if Letterman or any of his representatives came near her, "I will break their legs" and establish proof of her allegations.
Nestler said after the court hearing that "I have achieved my purpose. The public knows that this man cannot come near me."
She also said that her comment about breaking legs "is not a threat."
"I appealed to the court for a restraining order to keep this man away from me, but now that's been denied me," she said. "He has access to me. He can actually come for me or send people. He has many accomplices. I know this sounds crazy. I was crazy to have listened to him in the beginning."
Nestler's application for a restraining order was accompanied by a six-page typed letter in which she said Letterman used code words, gestures and "eye expressions" to convey his desires for her.
She wrote that she began sending Letterman "thoughts of love" after his show began in 1993, and that he responded in code words and gestures, asking her to come east.
Nestler said Letterman asked her to be his wife during a televised "teaser" for his show by saying, "Marry me, Oprah." Her letter said Oprah was the first of many code names for her and that the coded vocabulary increased and changed with time.
I've been saving this one up for some time now. I think it's been aged long enough that it really needs to be enjoyed.
A few weeks ago Steph and I drove up to Vermont to do some wedding related "stuff". It was a wonderful trip filled with all sorts of wedding goodness :( The trip there and back, while four hours, could have been worse. There was no traffic to speak of. We got home Sunday evening and parked the car on the street, where it sat for about a week or so, through a small snow storm and some rain. Come Sunday night, in preparation for alternate side of the street parking (a pleasure that we under privelaged automobile owners of New York City share) on Monday, I went out to move the car.
No sooner did I turn the car on did the interior lights start flickering on and off. The doors were closed, the rear gate was closed...all was buttoned up tight, yet the lights would not go off. At this point I'm a bit ticked off as one would be when one's relatively new car (only 1 year old and 11,500 miles) begins to suffer a bit, but I ignored it and proceeded to get out of the spot to move the car. No sooner do I put the car in gear and start backing out, easing on the brakes, do I hear the most god awful grinding noise ever. Immediately I'm thinking shit...that can't be good. I new right away that my breaks were shot and that the noise I was hearing was the sound of rivets that hold the break pads on, cutting into the rotors. I'm thinking SHIT!!!...this is gonna be expensive.
I must pause to mention that when I bought the car, it was a dealer demo with 5,900 miles on it, so I specifically asked that the breaks be checked. And so they were, a thumbs up was given by the dealer and off I went with the feeling that no matter what I did I was going to wind up eating shit for new break pads.
So, I went back into the house to call Land Rover road side assistance because I didn't want to do any damage to the car by driving it to the dealer, Manhattan Land Rover, who is on the Upper West Side in Manhattan. Road side assistance was very pleasant actually and asked if I needed the tow right away or if it could wait. As it was late on Sunday evening, and the dealer was closed, I said that it could wait until the morning. The tow truck came in the morning, loaded up my little rover and off it went. I called the dealer on my way to the office to let them know it would be arriving and to also let them know what was wrong. No problem...
Day one: nothing
Day two: no call
Day three: no call
Day three.5: call the dealer...errr...
Me: hello...what's up with mi coche?
LRM: Well sir...we've fixed the light and alarm problems.
Me: Alarm problem?
LRM: Yes sir, the problem with the alarm...
Me: there was no problem with the alarm when I brought it i.......never mind.What about the noise from the brake area?
LRM: Well we haven't looked at the brakes yet.
Day four: no call
Day five: no call
Day five.5: call the dealer
Me: What's the story with my car?
LRM: Well, the car needs new brakes.
Me: New brakes?
LRM: New brakes...and rotors.
Me: New brakes AND ROTORS!?!!!???!! WTF!! (I'm already tasting the shit and it doesn't taste good).....and how much is that!!??!
LRM: Five Hundred and nintey six dollars and unfortunately it's not covered under your warranty.
Me: @#$%^&*() followed by one or two expletives...but not too many. Why isn't it covered by my warranty..I've only had the car for 6,000 miles. Shouldn't brakes last more then 6,000 miles?
LRM: Well, yes sir, but the car was purchased used....
Me: Umm..no...it was a dealer demo..certified pre-owned. LRM: Unfortunately that doesn't make a difference...there's nothing I can do.
Me: Let me speak to the manager?
LRM: Ok..his name is SO AND SO but he's not hear right now. Can I get you a car for the weekend?
Me: Sure....I'll be by in 20 minutes to pick it up and talk to Mr. So and So about the service.
To be continued....
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I received this quote in an e-mail from my Dad today that I just had to share.
"As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
~H. L. Mencken
Correct my if I'm wrong, but I believe that the same could be said for the Local TWU 100 President, Roger Toussaint.
From my buddy Eric's blog ...pickhits... comes this great find. It's the Adventures of Action Item, corporate Super Hero, killer of time...
Check it out...its a hilarious cartoon.
Some places are asking a bit much for fuel these days, wouldn't ya say?
Gas prices: arm or leg?
Check out the new moon.google.com version of Google Maps where you can move around a map of the section of the moon where 6 Lunar landers have been set down.
Also, see if you can find the swiss cheese Easter Egg.... Keep looking....keep looking...keep looking....
Hint 1: You have to look really close...
Hint 2: You have to look really really close....
Hint 3: You have to look really really really close....
Ok dummy...just zoom all the way in to the closest you can go. What do you see?
Didn't you know the moon was made of swiss cheese?
I just had one of those moments when you just have to laugh your ass off. Unfortunately it was sort of at someone else’s expense. Just to set the stage, I needed to call the police station to get a copy of the accident report for our incident last weekend.
Here's the dialog:
Me: Hi, I was involved in an automobile accident last weekend and I need to get a copy of the accident report. Can I came in to the precinct today and get a copy of the report?
Officer: When was the accident?
Me: Last Saturday...the 23rd.
Officer: Yes, I believe that the report should be ready. You need to bring a $10 money order.
Me: No problem. Btw...What was your name?
Officer: Yip (sounded like Yup)
Me: No...What is your name Officer?
Officer Yip: Yip
Me: Huh?
Me: DOH! Apologies... click
Not to be detered by the past weekends weather, we forged ahead with our move to Brooklyn. The rain seemed to be coming at us from all directions...it poured in buckets, with a brief interlude every now and then. It was just enough for us to be lulled into a false sense of security only to be let down when it started coming down again.
BUT!!!
The packing tape, blankets and U-Haul boxes held the water and bay long enough to make it into the new place...save for one food box of non-perishables (and fortunately non-breakables) which broke apart and spilled out all over the steps of the new hallway.
More move related mayhem to come. Stay tuned.
You have to check out this feed from Craigslist. Apparently the readers vote to see which posts actually get classified into the "Best of..." feed. Let me tell you...this is some entertaining stuff.
People have actually posted these to Craiglist...it's like Jerry Springer online.
Here are a few examples:
Dear Ex-Boyfriend, It's Boring To Stalk You NowDearest Ex-Boyfriend,
I'm sorry to say, but it's become boring to stalk you. Your e-mail account, once peppered with love notes from the girl you cheated on me with, is now just a haven for random, two-sentence discussions with ex-roommates about what you ate for dinner and how frickin' cold it is outside.
...read on to find out what happens next.
there's also this little ditty about a Dad and a Turd.
A Turd in the TubAbout eighteen months ago, I decided to do my wife a favor, and bathe our (then) two-year old. Being a toddler, she likes a LOT of toys in the bathtub, along with a metric TON of bubble bath. So many toys and bubbles, in fact, that it's hard to tell that there is actually a CHILD in the tub.
Being a helpful child, she likes to hand you things. Also, being a female child, she keeps up a steady patter of stream-of-consciousness natter in the background as she does so. Like most parents, I tuned it out and occasionally interjected a mutter of my own. Until...
"Here, Dahdee. This is for you." And she hands me a SLIMY, STICKY, STINKY BROWN TURD.
I hollered.
I gagged.
I promptly threw up un the bathtub.Which upset my daughter, and pronpted HER to throw up in the bathtub. Leaving my daughter in a tub full of bubbles, toys, turds and puke.
My wife went NUCLEAR. Snatched our daughter out of the tub, ran her into the OTHER bathtroom, and re-bathed her.
Leaving me to deal with scrubbing out the tub and washing shit and puke off of each of the zillion bathtub toys. Gah
Folks, I can't make this stuff up. Ahhh...life, more often then not, it's way funnier then even the funniest fun.
Think your day got off to a bad start? Well, watch this little clip and then tell me how bad it really was.
It looks like portable cellphone booth are set to be all the rage
this year. Get one before they're gone.
via Sensory Impact
I happened to stop by an old blogging friends blog the other day. That blog would be Insignificant Thoughts, lead by a great guy, Vinny, who has a great sense of humor. He...a conservative...me a liberal...have always seemed to get along great, even when we disagree on things. I think it's the Brooklyn connection we both share. But I digress.
He had a post on his blog...a bit boastful I might add...which he came across on another site called Sandhill Trek. I found this post quite amusing and I must say that I give Vinny credit for sharing it, even though he posted some less then steller comments about his liberal friends. Once again I digress.
Sandhill Trek is a great blog which I suggest you check out. Today they had a few new posts covering maps reflecting the rather lopsided electoral vote distribution in this years election. Stop by...you won't be dissapointed.
Anyway...despite what Vinny says, and what venom he sometimes spews (don't we all?)...he's a good guy and I suggest stopping by his site as well and let him know that you came from The Epicenter ;)
Sorry if this offends anyone, but the confluence of events, not to mention the setting, just struck me as hilarious.... So here we go.
The other morning I happend to catch a glimpse of the Today show on NBC where they were doing a story on HyperTasking. For those of you not familiar with the term HYPERTASKING refers to someone who "combines many tasks into one in order to experience more. He may exercise, play tourist and conduct business at the same time by riding his bike through the Blue Ridge Mountains while running a business meeting via his wireless headset."
Other people use the term to describe people who overload with technology just to fit in as much as they possible can into their day. Regardless of how you define it...just understand that taken to the extreme...people get a bit obsessive.
So, after I watch the story I head out for the day...I won't say where I was when this happened in order to protect the innocent (I don't ACTUALLY know WHO it was). So, I'm in the Men's room (I know I know...is nothing sacred) when in the stall next to me, I hear tick tick...tick tick tick tick...tick tick tick tick tick tick...tick tick tick...tick...tick tick tick tick tick.
Some guy, who must have been in one of the stalls on either side of me...couldn't tell which...was typing away on his Blackberry keypad taking care of business while he must have been taking taking care of "business".
But here's the really funny part...all of the sudden I hear THOWP!..."AHHH SHIT>>>F**K>>>F**K>>>F**K." Only guessing here at what happened.
How this happened I will never know...but it was god damn funny.
According to this link I picked up over at Pariahs blog, my life is R-Rated. I suppose things could be worse ;) Check it out and find out what your life is rated.
My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?
Scott Adams must have been by my place before he penned this strip. I would swear that my girlfriend has considered breaking up with me for this reason and this reason alone.
Source: Comics.com
Check out this somewhat overly critical yet very funny post on the new Pentax *ist D on a site that I found a few weeks ago called digitalslr.org. I really like this site because I'm a blossoming camera buff myself and Mike's always got some good info on the latest digital gear.
Kudos Mike.
Seriously...how can a company claim to be ?THE OFFICIAL DIGITAL CAMERA OF THE INTERNET?? when no one owns the Internet? Can someone even legally make such a stupid claim?
Even if it's legal, they should be fined for stupidty. But thats just my opinion which is why I love blogging ;)
Just another day at the office.
Gen. Peter Schoomaker knew when he entered the pressure-cooker job of Army chief of staff that the hours would be a killer. He never imagined the Pentagon bureaucracy would take that literally.
So it came as a surprise when an official Pentagon notice of his demise arrived at his home in Tampa.
Source: Yahoo! News
I just love these political cartoons. Look, Saddam Hussein is a horrible person, so lets not anybody mistake my title....but did any of you listen to Bush get interviewed by Tim Russert? How the hell can we trust this guy any more? Is anyone even listening or are they just blinded by his stupidity?
Source: Cox & Forkum