Ted's Series of Tubes
Please read marco’s post on a mindblowing web artifact:
(via Zoya)
Dear visitors from Google. This site is not Facebook. This is a website called ReadWriteWeb that reports on news about Facebook and other Internet services. To access Facebook right now, click here. For future reference, type “facebook.com” into your browser address bar or enter “facebook” into Google and click on the first result. We recommend that you then save Facebook as a bookmark in your browser.
It took me a minute to grok this, since I typically walk around with the conviction that people aren’t THAT naive, but…
What’s apparently happening here is, Facebook users are googling for “facebook login” (because how else are you going to log into Facebook?), clicking the first result (which is sometimes a story about Facebook, on an unrelated site), assuming that the site itself is Facebook, scrolling to the bottom to get to the comment form - still thinking they’re on Facebook - and using the comment form to complain about how this, a wholly different website, is a terrible redesign of Facebook.
I just don’t even know how to start feeling about any of this. It’s like the Twilight Zone episode where you wake up and everyone in the world has started talking a different language.
It’s like… Like if you asked a friend if there was a Starbucks in his neighborhood and he said, yeah I think there’s one half a mile down, maybe. And you drive half a mile and see a big carwash place, and you park and walk in and ask to speak to the manager. And you tell the carwash manager how unhappy you are with this terrible new Starbucks redesign.
We web-nerds laugh when talking about the very old AOL before we had to worry about these silly “URLs” and what not and everything was just keyword based. But non-web people don’t always think to go look at the URL and realize they’re on the wrong page. Google search results are the new AOL keyword.
Timelapse fun of the snow from the last 28-ish hours. More to come as stuff melts in the next day or so.
I remember watching this show as a kid pretty often.
Ok, every afternoon when I got home from school.
Explains a lot, doesn’t it?
Shut up.
The Doggie Song
The dogs, they had a party,
they came from near and far.
Some dogs came by taxi,
and some dogs came by car.
Each dog signed his name
upon a special book.
And each dog hung his asshole
upon a special hook.
One dog was not invited,
and this aroused his ire.
He stormed into the party
and loudly shouted FIRE!
The dogs got so excited,
they all forgot to look.
And grabbed the nearest asshole,
from off the nearest hook.
This is a sad, sad story,
for it is very sore,
to wear another’s asshole,
you’ve never worn before.
So this is why when dogs roam,
o’ver land or sea or foam,
they sniff each other’s asshole,
in hope they find their own.
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My friend Andy recited this verbatim the other night after class as we were walking to the Metro.
Via @edvard_grieg and @chiefBrwnMeanie. TinEye consulted but no match. If you made it, tell us. It’s a winner.
3am. Can’t sleep. Messing around with Tumblr themes.
This week I finished up and launched the new website for the media consulting firm I work for. Soon we’ll be re-working our interactive firm’s website, too. And there’s my own crappy portfolio site that could really use some love. All of this to say that it’s hard building your own stuff. The deadline pressure of actual client work forces us to think creatively and move our butts (especially in the heat of a campaign). And then we make some really cool stuff. But I’ve never set a deadline for finishing my own dumb site or really sitting down and crafting my own custom Tumblr theme.
Probably because grad school work keeps popping up and eating my weekends. Not that that’s a bad thing, but in May I’ll be done. And then there’s the election. So we’ll see.
Need sleep.
