I enter my username and password and hit return. What do I get back?
If the site is smart enough to understant I am trying to login, why doesn’t it just log me in?
Author: Muttrox
Links o’ Interest
God covers Beyonce
This movie stars brands. Try it.
Stay classy Canada
Pirate vs Legal movies.
Found in a 1st graders backpack
Wes Anderson directs Spiderman
Babies with laser eyes.
The real America. Sadly.
Supercut of mirror scares
Traffic girls from North Korea are hypnotic
A letter from 14-year old Slash, apologizing for talking about his guitar so much.
School uses spycams installed in take-home laptops to monitor students. At home. Unreal.
Antarctica is bleeding.
Understanding the Bush years and Desert Storm.
Networking passive aggressive notes
A brief history of pretty much everything
6 crazy coincidences
After hours at the airport
Understanding the derivatives market. I’m sure there’s a logic hole somewhere, but I can’t find it.
Americas top 50 franchises
The man who escaped into Auschwitz.
On Catholics and torture. Worth reading in full.
Roger Ebert’s Last Words. And his remembrance of Gene Siskel.
Lighting a cigarette from the Olympic torch – that’s an arrest.
The science of touch.
Triumph of the Cyborg Musician
How Google works.
Joe Scarborough has Issues
The Who at the Super Bowl, a Last Addendum
I just found this. Much better, the show they gave at the press conference.
And because I forgot to put it in before, the best show in recent memory:
You Know How I Know I’m Not Gay?
Because a rectal exam is just horrifying. It’s not an interesting sensation, it doesn’t make me curious, it just makes me wish I didn’t have to get one every year.
The Who at the Super Bowl
If I were a 20-something who was seeing the Who for the first time, my main reaction would be “Their drummer is pretty good. The singers good for an old guy. I don’t get the guitar player, is he a singer also?”
They needed more practice. They needed it because of all the changes they made to their signature songs, amending them for time. Almost all of the transistions were shaky. These were the worst parts. Invariably, someone in the band was a little unsure if the switch was happening. Pete was often cutting out at these points. When he was playing it was not with his usual confidence.
Whenever they did happen to play 30 seconds or more of a song with no edits, it was great. They looked like a fantastic band. These are the parts I’m going to reply tonight before hitting delete. But just then a chorus would get skipped, Pete wasn’t sure if they were supposed to go to the break so he’d a big sustain note to cover it… sloppy work. And his voice was just horrible. What was going on there?
They did say afterwards that they couldn’t see anything, and it appeared they were having trouble hearing.
These days they say about themselves, “We’re not The Who. But we’re the best damn Who cover band in the world!” Unfortunately last night, they weren’t even that.
Update: Just listened to a second time. I upgrade it to a B-.
The Super Bowl
I publicly predict that The Who will be mediocre.
Links o’ Interest
The first Calvin & Hobbes interview in 21 years. Boring, but still.
How a corporation became a person: An overzealous court reporter.
Gravity sucks
Unclear on how a dollar store works.
An interactive visual look at bipartisanship in the Senate.
Scale. No, forget that. Here’s scale a hundred times better. Truly mindblowing.
Charlie Brown at 35
Saints, Colts Hoping To Resolve Super Bowl Through Diplomacy
Even though I disagree with the message, this is a very clever ad.
Westboro Church meets it’s match. (If you don’t know who they are, google it. The most despicable human beings on Earth.)
125 rare photos of famous people.
Man saved on frozen sea by webcam spotter
Winter 2010 Olympic Hotties. Here’s my favorite.
Links o’ Interest
Baby platypuses. Platypi?
Learn about blue whales
Boy calls police to surrender his pacifiers.
Press this in dire situations.
What to do if I’m murdered
Why did Sauron attack Middle-Earth? Self-defense against Gondorian aggression!
They’re going to expect more of you
1. Go to google.com. 2. Type “where is Chuck Norris”. 3. Press “I’m feeling lucky”. 4. You are welcome.
How a stray mouseclick cost a bank $150K and chocked the NYSE. Adventures in poor user interface.
Lunch notes from my wife
Cooper Manning, the other Manning brother
Before they were too big to fail.
Using the zero-rupee note to fight corruption in India. When psychology meets corruption.
Links o’ Interest
The gathering
5 Insane Fan Theories that make the movie better
The fake freeway sign that made the roads better
Reddit’s comment of the year
Jesus makes things so hard
Dirty Harry has a problem
Maybe it’s just a phase
The dungeonmaster of the rings
This poor guy – and so funny
Printers are from hell
That’s how it happened, street life
Drumming up business
Fantastic law firm ad
What? You were the Joker, right?
The 4 myths of profile pictures
The band OKGo explains why they can’t allow their YouTube videos to be embedded on any other sites
Google’s new approach to China
He calmly announced his own murder, and almost brought down the president of Guatemala. Then it got weird.
Saint Elizabeth and the Ego Monster: The downfall of John Edwards
I Love my Daughter
My little girl is 20 months old. I just got a call from the wife. She is singing along to Who Are You. I love my kid!
And as usual, for no reason, here’s a bonus track. The very cool demo version of “Athena”. I love the funky guitars.
Poker Update: Even More Whining
Wow. That was a fun night, fun people, but boy o boy, the poker is just ridiculous. Plenty of good starting hands, plenty of good flops, and yet I was eliminated in 35 minutes flat. It went so fast I didn’t have time to pay for my Coke, I had to track down a waitress on the way out.
The first hand, A-10. I raise it. The flop is K-Q-x. I raise again on a semi-bluff and I’m called. I raise again on the turn and I’m called. I check the river, he turns over pocket queens.
The third hand I have A-10 suited. Again I raise. The flop is 6-8-J and there are two hearts. I raise again. Still two callers. The turn is a 4. The river is a 5. No hearts. There is a raise. She’s got the 7 for the straight, I can tell. I fold. Yes, she had Q-7. So did the other person. Both fo them stayed in for 3 raises and hit inside straights.
The fifth hand I have to fold my pocket sixes to big raises after a flop with two overcards with 3 players in the hand.
I am now short stacked. I have A-9. I raise preflop and get one caller. The flop is A-8-5. I got all in with my last 300. I am so excited that I knock over my Coke when I’m pushing my chips in. Soda all over the place, but mostly on me. Son of a gun. He calls with pocket 9s, and I double up, though I’m still short-stacked.
(They are supposed to give me bonus chips for ordering something, even if it’s only a Coke. Where’s that lady with the bonus chips, I need them!)
The next hand there are three limpers, and I look down at pocket Aces from the big blind. Yes!! I raise it up to 150, they all stay in. The flop is K-x-x. I slowplay it with a check. I figure one of these three will have a King and raise it. Yep, she puts another 150 in. I go all in, another 520. The first raiser thinks about it. She has a big stack and what the heck, she calls. The second player has no idea what’s going on and randomly throws her chips in. The first player turns over K-Q (yes!), the second player K-6 (yes!). All I have to do is avoid queens and 6s. I am roughly a 75% favorite. The river is a 6. The clueless dumbo wins. Talk about being Hellmuth’d! I have no beef with the first player. Top pair and a queen kicker, of course you call. But the second player had top pair with a weak kicker and two all-in players in front of her. She should have folded, she didn’t, and she tripled up.
At least the second player didn’t have quite enough to cover me, so I have 220 left. Blinds are now at 20-40. I’m in the small blind on the next hand. With two limpers I look down at A-Q. I go all-in. I get knocked out.
I mean, c’mon! This just ain’t right. That’s six hands with good cards. Only two of them connected (you would expect about 50% to), and of those two, one was a monsterous bad beat with pocket aces to a know-nothing. Geez, I just can’t win this year.