I’m giving her an Internet high-five.

D:

thedailywhat:

Creepy Camera of the Day: Wayne Martin Belger’s “Third Eye” — a pinhole camera constructed using a 150-year-old human skull.

Its photos are suitably terrifying:

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“Wait a minute — Xena can’t fly!”

He’s like the Comic Book Guy, except with worse skin and less confidence.

My only life goal is to be like Harrison Ford.

ambrosiakrys:

This man. <3

You don’t think Apple is filling that North Carolina data center with Xserves, do you?

John Gruber

Possibly the dumbest thing he’s ever written.

Bobby McFerrin teaches the audience how to be played as a musical instrument without saying a single word.

mbimotmog:

As a rule, every non-freelance job that I accept comes with a tentative one-year expiration date from the words “you’re hired.”

That is to say, I make an agreement with myself that—barring some irresistible offer—I will work at that job for at least a year before considering employment elsewhere. But, rather than just say “glad to be here” and begin a slow countdown from 12 months to zero, I respond to conditions and add or subtract time accordingly.

Here’s a sampling of the most recently relevant ones:

• I can complete an HR-mandated task online without having to engage an Employee Support Helpline — add one week.
• The company’s “Social Media Policy Blood Oath” is updated, requiring a new multi-step acknowledgement process — subtract one week per update.
• Performance Reviews yield insightful feedback that guide rewards and compensation — add one month.
• Management explains that career advancement is contingent on “increasing my visibility” — subtract two months.
• I have admin rights to my work computer — add two months.
• My membership on a work-committee is mandated — subtract two weeks per committee assignment, subtract three months if the committee is a “Fun Committee” or similar such nonsense.

bananacasts:

• Perceived top performers are burned-out long-timers, people who attend meetings more than do work, or are just insufferable douchebags on power trips — subtract six months
• Going to the bathroom involves taking one of several serpentine paths through the office — subtract three months
• Job requires paying close attention to email at all times as email is misused as a notification service — you’ve been here too long already

• Free lunch once a week — add two weeks
• Same food for free lunch every week — subtract one month

I’d love to know what’s on the “Software Reinstall Drive” that ships with the new Macbook Air. My guess: a barebones system that downloads installation packages from a server.

A friend of mine said she was playing a drinking game for SVU, but they only had one rule: drink whenever someone uses a proper name. That sounded too easy to me, so I came up with my own rules.

Drink every time:

• someone is murdered
• someone is raped or molested
• someone finds a dead body (twice if it’s floating)
• a detective violates a suspect’s civil rights
• a suspect being interrogated decides to wait for their lawyer (twice if someone says the phrase “lawyer up”)
• a judge gets angry at a lawyer

Finish your drink when:

• the real perp is the last person you expected
• a detective’s ability to investigate a case is hindered when memories of a personal tragedy resurface
• Cragen wants to see someone in his office… now

Do a shot any time the D.A. messes everything up (two if its Casey Novak).