Other day, the very excellent Jonathan Coulton posted an entry in his blog in which he dissed on various haters who were posting “You Suck” posts on the top ten youtube covers of Coultons song “I’m Still Alive”, which famously closes out the Portal game.
In this post, Coulton says the following:
“Where’s your thing that you made and put online for everyone to see, you chicken-shit cockhole?”
This is totally deserved. Youtube is a great site, and I go there literally every day – but seriously, the comments section is approaching Ain’t It Cool News in terms of retardedness.
Drunken cat-killer jailed for 14 months
[Hoopers girlfriend] received text messages from Hooper threatening to kill the cat. About 3.45am she heard a cat screech and went outside to investigate. Hooper had dealt the cat two heavy blows to the chest and neck with an axe, severing its spinal cord. It died.
Hooper then went inside and the pair had a fight, culminating in Hooper hitting his girlfriend with the glass top of a coffee table. Hooper told police he was “really drunk”. The pair remain together.
The pair .. remain together. Yeah, obviously.
Can any female readers of my blog give me some fucking insight into her mindset here? You, yourself, might not have been in this sort of position, but I’ll bet you know someone who has at least.
If this was my girlfriend, the phrase “so fucking dumped” wouldn’t even begin to cover it. I would plot, and extract, revenge. They would, in all seriousness, Rue the fucking Day. Until they died, or I did. What I would NOT do, is keep going out with them, possibly while saying things like: “It’s _just his way_. He loves me really. Who _hasn’t_ killed the pets of those they love with an axe? I can _change_ him, I’m _sure_!”
I want to kick this guy in the balls RIGHT NOW, and it wasn’t even MY CAT he killed.
I’ve watched episode one of season two of Torchwood today. This episode noticably features James Marsters.
The director of this episode looks to have given him instructions to be James Marsters as much as he possibly can. Which is, it would seem, quite a lot.
I’m pretty sure there’s a three-person support crew just for his cheekbones.
As soon as I saw James, I bet myself $20 that he would (a) fight, and (b) snog Captain Jack. I got the order wrong – they snogged first – but my money changed pockets.
Top school plans to fail boys with bad attitude
One of New Zealand’s top high schools has introduced a tough new scheme in which junior students will be held back a year if they don’t do their homework, have the right attitude, turn up to school on time or bring the right equipment to class. It means even the brightest children could fail a year despite getting high marks in every subject.
If this scheme had been in place when I was in High School … I would still be in High School.
The right “attitude”? The right “work ethic”? These are, of course, not _bad things_ but I don’t think they’re something you can impress upon a child be threatening to hold them back a year. It reminds me of P.J O’Rourke postulating on what whould happen if you made armed forces drill instructors into therapists… “I WANT THAT OEDIPAL COMPLEX RESOLVED BY 1300 HOURS MISTER OR YOU WILL RUN LAPS FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!”
Hell, I haven’t been at High School for nigh on 18 years or so, and I am STILL developing a work ethic that doesn’t involve the phrase “Where possible, do it tomorrow.”
The worst part of it is that the whole thing stinks of subjectivity. It seems to suggest that teachers could hold back students to punish them for things which are simply unmeasurable, and therefore uncontestable.
You need to be able to write to the school and say “95% of the people who worked with myself and Bob Smith would say that we had similar attitudes to work, and yet you gave him a rating of “awesome” and me a rating of “devil child”. Explain!” or even “In addition, 95% of the people who worked with us both said that you frequently mentioned that Bob has “full round lips” and the “taut musculature of a swimmer” whereas I resemble a cornish pastry in appearance, texture, and affinity for sports. Explain. In Detail.”
If the teacher can just come back and say “There’s no actual metrics, it’s just my opinion.” then that’s fucked. Fucked. I’ve had teachers who have actively disliked me and gone out of their way to make my life a misery, and I’ve had teachers who’ve covered for me when I’ve bunked off for a week or so. You CAN’T have a subjective thing like this which _overrides_ the objective scholastic tests. I would pull my kids out of any school that used this system.
Sir Edmund Hillary died today.
I had the privilege of having dinner with Sir Edmund (along with a few dozen other people, admittedly – it’s not like Sir Ed and I went out to Subway for a foot-long meatball sandwich) about a year ago – he told stories of his Everest climb, and spoke a lot about the conquering of adversity in general.
He was an excellent speaker but even a year ago seemed physically quite frail. His health was not good. There were a lot of people standing very close to him, with the air of people prepared to catch him if he should fall. I got the impression that he disliked the requirement for those people to have to be there, and I also got the impression that he’d rather be wearing a pack and climbing another mountain than wearing a tux and having another damn dinner. And I definitely don’t think he wanted people to remember him as an amusing after dinner speaker.
Luckily, this will not happen – he’ll be remembered, forever, as the first dude there was to stand on the highest place there is. Awesome.
 Yes, Sir Ed has a posse.
FAA: Terrorists Could Hack New Boeing Jetliner
Aviation regulators have refused to certify Boeing’s new 787 Dreamliner passenger jet until it redesigns its computer system to protect against … terrorists [using] the Dreamliner’s in-flight Internet system to connect to “systems critical to the safety and maintenance of the aircraft
I cannot even BEGIN to believe that anyone engineering an aircraft would have the entertainment network that delivers Video on Demand, Games, Information and general Data Services to each seat, and not have a COMPLETELY SEPERATE and AIR-GAPPED flight network which, you know, controls the fucking aircraft.
There’s just NO WAY that someone said “You know what’d save resources? We should totally integrate these things.”
Not a chance.