I’m a hero.
I’d actually stopped looking for it, but managed to spot it two weeks ago during the following brilliant segment.
Hickory smoke lady. Haha.
Why are they airing those names in the first place? For magic like this.
There’s nothing better than watching him break character. I would have done anything to be in the room when that was first pitched.
I’m going to post 50 times over the next 50 days. Crap like this is the only thing that routinely gets me back in the habit of writing. So whatever I’m thinking about or doing over the next two-ish months, you’ll get a front row seat. I completely understand if you duck out after the first act to beat traffic.
And yes, this totally counts as today’s post.
So I’ve got cancer.
Well, I’ve actually had cancer for nine months now. Ten months? I don’t know. Math was never my strong suit. You’d think I’d better remember when I first had surgery, but it’s baseball season. I’ve got more important things to keep track of.
Things didn’t get too serious until last month when, during a routine visit, my doctor said “so yeah, get ready for chemo. Your cancer is a little bitch.” I’m paraphrasing.
Thus began lots of chemotherapy. I’m four weeks in and luckily it’s one of those good cancers. Stage II Testicular Cancer is fairly curable, plus I get the bonus perk of talking about my junk with complete strangers. But I felt like I needed to say something, otherwise the jokes that are soon to follow on Twitter and Facebook might seem a little out of left field.
In the mean time, if you want to help out, say a few extra stupid jokes today in my name. Trust me, I can sense them.
When I started blogging, the platform of choice was called GreyMatter. Somewhere along the line I moved to MoveableType before eventually settling on WordPress. It’s been my blogging platform of choice for the past seven years, but now I can’t go ten feet without hearing about Tumblr.
I’m still debating if I want to stick with WordPress here or just take the dive into something new, but in the meantime I’m just going to post everything to this site and my Goob Is Goofy tumblr site. Because if there’s one thing I’m known for, it’s being able to eat an entire cake in 24 hours. Well, that, and for how accommodating I am.
One of the reasons I wanted to get this site running was to collect some of my work in one place. The problem with writing is that I tend to lose track of 99% of it while in reality only 98% is truly forgettable. I’ve run or contributed to dozens of websites and trying to remember, let alone find copies of, it all can be daunting.
I figured I’d start with FacebookTalk.com. I started it in September … 2006? I have no idea. It was when Facebook rolled out the infamous “newsfeed” that everybody hated for a few days before forgetting all about. That’s when the media also took notice of Facebook and since so many people were angry, that’s all they talked about. I thought the furor and subsequent news coverage was not only stupid, but funny, so I slapped together a site and started writing.
It didn’t take long for me to get bored. Seriously, how long can you talk about Facebook before wanting to bash in your face? Exactly. Now try running an entire website dedicated to it.
I abandoned the site (partially to put more time into HIF) and figured that was that. A few months later I noticed I had a ton of email in my FBT inbox. It was all crap like “how do I change my password?” or “how can I read my girlfriend’s private messages?” Turns out that, by some crazy fluke, my site was the first Google result for “contact Facebook.”
What resulted was a series of back and forths where I made fun of people who couldn’t read that my site had no affiliation with Facebook. The jokes themselves aren’t all gold (though I still cackle at the race car bed exchange). However the series always held a special place in my heart because it was the first stuff I’d written that got attention by other blogs and that turned into a paying gig (National Lampoon bought the site).
And remember, FacebookTalk looked nothing like Facebook and had giant text saying not to contact me for Facebook tech support.
Anyone who watches The Daily Show knows how funny NBC newsman Brian Williams is.
Told of Meyers’s appreciation for his “comic instrument,” Williams replies, “That’s odd. We’ve never belonged to a health club together.”
Well played.
I’m almost ashamed to admit I knew nothing of the events exquisitely reported in this article.
As Rosenberg dug deeper into the subterranean world of Guatemalan politics, he told friends that he had begun receiving threats himself. One day, Mendizábal says, Rosenberg gave him a phone number to write down — it was the number that showed up on his caller I.D. when he received the threats.
Rosenberg told friends that his apartment was under surveillance, and that he was being followed. “Whenever he got into the car, he was looking over his shoulder,” his son Eduardo recalled. From his apartment window, Rosenberg could look across the street and see an office where Gustavo Alejos, President Colom’s private secretary, often worked. Rosenberg told Mendizábal that Alejos had called him and warned him to stop investigating the Musas’ murders, or else the same thing might happen to him. Speaking to Musa’s business manager, Rosenberg said of the powerful people he was investigating, “They are going to kill me.” He had a will drawn up.
Set aside 30 minutes and have a read. You won’t regret it.
[via Kottke]
I had to stop this video halfway through because my head hurt from just pondering the logistics of it. Unfortunately they don’t provide any data, but the thanks page mentions people who helped “during the last year,” which sounds about right.
How pissed do you think the makers were when they learned the triceratops probably never existed?
