Much as I'd love to post something, I'm in a hurry to catch the shuttle bus to Caltrain. So, instead, may I please draw your attention over here: our own Honorable Mssr. Quicksilver has been populating it with content, and you'll all be able to, too, if you send email to ohreally@mnslab.com. Tell me the username you want, and I'll mail you your password. Also, expect a couple of days' turnaround. I'll be doing this manually, keeping it real, and I'm pretty much going to be off teh intarwebs until Sunday night. Well, probably.

OK, people; go get your swerve on. It's fucking FRIDAY, yo.

"I decided to try out veganism a little over a week ago -- so far I feel great, and it's a lot easier than I thought." I'd add a snarky line about this, but it doesn't need one. Xeni did the heavy lifting by establishing her week-long expertise on the subject in the first line.

In case y'all forgot, Cory has a new book, and he also has a new book. Oh wait, that's the same book? You mean the same one that dude has posted at least an ad a day for for the last few weeks? Oh. Oh boy. Let's all go down to Barnes y Noble and stand in line for Cory's new book. Oh me? Well, I'll meet you there. I have some other stuff to do.

Can we stop automatically stating Bruce Schneier's speculation as fact?

Then, of course, there's the classic Frauenfelderian backtracking moment, which you all were kind enough to draw attention to already.

HEY U GUYZ, PHOTOSHOP CONTEST AT WORTH 1000!11111

Also, why does it not surprise me that this is the side Cory would be on, if he lived in the Star Wars universe? When I was in second grade, I rooted for the Rebel Alliance. Eventually, I grew up, and found myself in support of the Empire.

And now, the crowning awkward boingboing moment of the weekend:

"no sneaky running out into the Magic Kingdom and riding the Haunted Mansion in the nude!"

I don't know about all of you, but I'm creeped out now by the visual of that college dropout touching his own junk late at night, running around Disneyland in his Canuckistanian Birfday Suit.

And on that note, work awaits.

1) Looks like Cory's on the verge of catching the same bug someone else on that staff has, or maybe he's just been drinking Potomac water.

2) Shameless Xeni brown-nosing reveals that Battellah thinks 1) blogs should do more merchandising to be more like that other blog, "amazon.com". And 2) he also thinks what we all need are some extra pop-up windows. Both of these ideas are just plain retarded. Nevermind the conflict between this post and, say, the one posted right after it. It's funny, really; Xeni speculating about Google use is like homeless people speculating about mortgage rates.

So that's not two things, it's four. You are all grown-ups, you'll learn to deal with the disappointment over time. Well, you regular readers, at least.

Just like Autumn used to bring a new crop of mouthy, self-assured, delusional fucktard-newbies to USENET, long before port 80 brought your Grandma and your Little Cousin Jeffy to the Internet, Eric Corley and pals have been recruiting mouthy, self-assured, zit-encased 13 year olds with marginal technical abilities (though, admittedly, slightly less marginal than their little sisters and their My Little Ponies) for their "once in however often" 2600 conferences, held in what may be the shittiest hotel in Manhattan. Well, they're tearing that shithole down. Well, well, well, whaddya know? Something wonderful on the directory of wonderful things! Oh, wait... It seems she actually posted it because the Wookie wants everyone to keep the hotel alive, so these glorious Newbiecons can continue, unfettered. OMFG, IF THEY TEAR DOWNZ TEH HOTAL, WHERE WILL WE HAVE OUR M33TZ????

You know, I can think of a hack that would solve that: RENT OUT ANOTHER HOTEL. I hear there are one or two of them in New York, someplace. OMFG, I'M SO L337.

So, I, like, was reading this website called, like, boingboing or, like, something, and, like, did you know that dude called cory or, like, something has, like, a new, like, book or, like, something? WHOA, I"M TOTALLTY GONZA GO GET IT! Cory sez i, like, totally should. He also thinks I should stop drinking and smoking, coz, like, all the cool kids are doing that. And stuff,..

However, in the interest of full disclosure, this actually didn't totally suck. Not totally, anyway. Then again, I'm partial to that cardboard-tearing noise stuff.

Posted live, from the crapflooder's mom's house. She's not that good on the mic, but at least I can chalk "tag a crapflooder's mom" off my list now.

Makes me sick just looking at it. Fucking n00b, I must be the only person he's beaten in the damn game.

All you mns-haters out there better add that code to your rivals list so you can show him who's boss on a real playing field.

-- Mr. Q

A: Not having a livejournal in the first place, thus being disqualified from Special Olympic participation.

Now, let's get down to business, shall we?

Somebody call CNN, an old tv show filmed in the 60s has cultural debris in the background that's also from the 60s! Can you believe it? Mark can't.

Meanwhile, Cory Doctorow fills in for Xenifer, recycling Ye Olde Ancient Goatse Meme. Always fascinating and in vogue, just like the word "blogosphere". Oh wait...

Still, he finds the time to post another ad disguised as a blog post for his "new" book, just in case you missed the three other times El Mierdaperro shilled himself in the past 7 days. Four times, seven days. I guess maybe he took the weekend off...

OK, people, chat amongst yourselves. And WILKOMMEN to our new German visitors.

Mark Frauenfelder is apparently on my Mom's mass-email list. From five years ago.

Alright, fuck this, I have shit to do.

Possibly tell me if this means the mentally unstable, threat-issuing, pudgy, abused, used-up skank known as Violet Blue is going to lose money? Because if she is, well, that qualifies as "wonderful". And if she isn't? Well, maybe an article like this one (Xeni's, that is) would fit in better someplace like "Z-List Authors' And Their Uninteresting Personal Problems Dot Com" or something.

Sometimes it's hard to decide:

"I spent the better part of my weekend wandering through though these and muttering "wow" to myself."

Jesus H. Christ, that's lame. Then again, I'm guessing she pokes around at her stats and mutters "wow" to herself most weekends.