Snark!

Since Al Gore simply won't shut up (and I still haven't forgiven him for visiting the Seattle area and making it cold again), here is one of my favorite--and disturbing--demonstrations of how we all dodged a bullet back in 2000. Dear readers, I present to you:

Al Gore vs. The Unibomber!

See if you can identify, merely from their published writing, the loon who tried to blow people up, and the nutcase who thinks everyone needs to conserve energy except him. You might be surprised who sounds the most rational....

Sunday Funnies

Yes, real comics. What, you want me to actually *write* something when I'm lounging around in my Blogging-certified jammies? The nerve of some people.

• Dresden Codak. Because life is so much more interesting with time-travelers, robots, and 4 terabyte thumbdrives.
• Lio. Parents, be glad your little darlings don't summon demons, have monster-control issues, or stuffed vampire bunnies. (watch out for annoying popup ads, grrr.)
  
• Girl Genius. In recent episodes, the dangers of allowing a mad scientist to "improve" your coffee machine. (Only three explosions so far!)
• I Can Has Cheezburger. Funny animal pictures with captions in textspeek as a third language. English being a second one. Rlly.
• Bad Cookie. Because you find horoscopes in the comic section, right?
  

Alert! Alert! Marines can read!

I know, I didn't believe it either, but Blackfive is a very reliable source. And they say these Marines want email. So CLICK THIS LINK, MAX!

I'm still trying to find the text-to-pictogram translator, though. Google doesn't seem to have one. Oh well, just try to type r e a l l y s l o w . . . .

The Snark Connection

Remember that really neat TV show called "Connections"? Where your wiry little host took you on a journey that somehow connected Queen Victoria's new heliotrope silk dress to sulfa drugs via coal tar?

Well, your humble Snarkatron is going to try to revive the spirit, in an internet setting. There's an awful lot of neat stuff in the tubes and it's easy to miss some without even realizing it.

Submitted for your consideration: James Lileks, blogger and raconteur, who can make an excursion to a rodent-themed pizza parlor as enthralling as the Odyssy. Cast adrift by soulless newspaper executives and told to cover water board meetings and such. A cry as though a million browsing voices (oh hush, it's poetic license) were kicked sharply in the shins rippled o'er (see? poetry!) the Internet.

It's not nice, or wise, to annoy the geeks for they are legion. And lo! Someone engaged the dimensional clutch and shifted us over to a much nicer one where Mr. Lileks is gainfully employed doing what he does best. And he announced the happy news thusly, in a blog entry titled "Ladies and Gentlemen, I has a bucket."

What is this, you say? Mr. Lileks-I-am-not-anal-the-hyphen-goes-HERE-see-Strunk-and-White-page-48-paragraph-two has forgotten the basic elements of subject-verb agreement?

Not at all. He but shows his instinct for the ephemera of this age, much as he does for the past, and is performing a succinct homage.

I present to you: the saga of the Lolrus and his Bukket.

Translation: He's happy ;-)
And now you know ... the rest of the story.

Remember

Tianamen Square. 18 years ago today.

Remember.