Because of the water damage, and because I had to clear out the kitchen for the wall dryer, I’ve been eating lots of frozen food which requires very little preparation, such as this
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Today two things from snappy high-tech business mag Business 2.0:

Hack your X-box, piss off Microsoft, enhance your quality of life. Apparently some clever kids are finding all sorts of auxiliary uses for their hacked X-boxes.
Here.
The things only cost 200 bucks, and apparently are getting cheaper. I’d get one, but wait… I don’t own a TV.

And,
this little darlin’ is even cooler than a V-board.

As my students probably guessed by now, I hate shaving. And why not? Any guy who genuinely looks forward to that morning shave is probably still going through puberty.
But lately I am getting a bit tired of the stubbly pirate look (even though my girlfriend thinks it is very manly) so fortunately I have found a possible solution.

Just two silly links today.

Build your own uphill waterfall and amaze your friends!

And,

Heroic monk catches crook, saves a cop. Be sure to watch the video to catch the –yechh– surprise ending.

Have a nice weekend.

Nothing to do with computers, really, but relevant to the hacker mentality:
lifters.
Build your own levitating triangle!

As long as you are going to listen to that godaweful racket, you may as well be informed about it. Know your techno history. –uhmm

Would-be war criminal’s Total Info database likes the way you walk, mama

Most of the article linked below isn’t news; it covers the TIA database and a few little updates. I linked to it because it has the word petabyte in it. Say it real fast. Petabyte. Petabyte. Knabbergeb?ck.

“The amounts of data that will need to be stored and accessed will be unprecedented, measured in petabytes […a petabyte is a quadrillion — 1,000,000,000,000,000 — bytes].”

story here

Not much to report today. I’ve been busy goofing around with Denim, which is a very silly program.
It’s very amusing, but maybe the snazzyness of concept on-paper far outstrips the practical worth in reality.

And I made a crappy font. And I did some translating for my other job–language correspondent for Rammstein–sorta.

White collar shirkers