The ISP I’ve used to provide my shell access is changing ownership. Illuminati Online, once voted the best Internet service provider back in the days when dial-up was all there was, is being sold to Prism.net.
Prism is another local ISP, and the e-mail I received from the IO folks say the changes in service should be minimal. The io.com domain will remain, as will “a majority of services”.
I’ve said it time again: I’m not a movie person, but television is my drug of choice.
So when I was bouncing around Google looking for DVD release dates for the fourth and fifth seasons of Star Trek Voyager, I discovered this site: TVShowsOnDVD.com.
… greatly exagerrated, blah, blah, blah.
Although the way my legs have felt these past three days, it sure felt like dying.
The move is done.
I couldn’t get the cable and Internet access connected till today. Am leaving work ultrasuperearly to let the Cable Guy in. Hence, no e-meeru from me in the past three days.
Musicwhore.org is now being powered by Smarty, and the Audiobin is moving to a donation model.
I’m in the market for a new file cabinet.
Ziplock storage bags are wonderful things.
My mixer blew up when I was trying to play some Shiina Ringo on the piano.
It took a while to get used to sleeping on the bed again.
But all these points will be expounded in detail once my home connnection is set up yet again.
Oh yeah.
GREEN
We should check his e-mails.
BRISCOE
What do you want to bet it’s all Spam?
GREEN
I’m impressed that you know what that is.
BRISCOE
I used to think it was lunch meat.
I can be such an asshole.
Some idiot in Asia decided to link to an image off of Musicwhore.org for his stupid BBS avatar. I have an .htaccess file in my images directory to block such links, but this dolt couldn’t take a hint. As a result, I got hundreds — a little more than a thousand, in fact — errors because of all those broken requests.
So I spent a good part of the day messing with the RewriteRule directive in Apache so it would return an entirely different image than the one this fucker expected. It took forever — damn can Apache be a pain in the ass sometimes — but I finally managed to return of picture of David James Elliott barechested.
(I had already tried one with a shirtless Dean Cain and another of Alton Brown. But my heart was set on a barechested DJE.)
At first, I redirected directly to another server, but I figured that was rude of me as well. So I rewrote the directive to point back to a dummy directory on Musicwhore.org. By the time I was ready to launch the new .htaccess file, the idiot changed his avatar to something other than an image on Musicwhore.org.
I win.
The moral of the story: don’t link to my fucking images, motherfucker.
(That asshat was lucky I didn’t point to pr0n.)
I’m surprised by my strong reaction when I read this comment on Metafliter, calling rap music the “ultimate musical nightmare”.
Maybe five years ago I might have agreed — although I wouldn’t have called it “ultimate” — but today, I don’t.
Zap2It has this ridiculous habit of putting awful photos at the top of its news stories with no captions. Cases in point:
New ‘Law & Order’ Will Offer ‘Trial by Jury’
Paired with some really bad writing, it takes some effort to get to the meat of the stories on this site.
I’ll deal with the whole Ozomatli situation in a later entry, but for now, I need to make note of a URL:
This is the band I sought out on Wednesday night, and I really liked what I heard. Vaquero is still recording demos, and when I talked to the lead singer, he said they may have an album out next year.
For now, you can listen to some MP3s.
One interview. Three different edits.
George Michael must have one hell of a financial advisor if he can offer up music for free. “I’ve been very well remunerated for my talents over the years so I really don’t need any more of the public’s money,” he says.
Pretty good especially since his career has made a lot of stumbles in the last decade. A lawsuit with the label putting out his next album, getting arrested for public indecency, raising the ire of Bush-Blair supporters — had he spent the money he earned in the 80s already, he’d be hurting good.
“Believe me, I’ll be of very little interest to the press in a certain number of years,” Michael continues. Honey, that’s the reality now.
I’m pretty sure only the geekiest of music geeks would find how DJ Danger Mouse made The Grey Album remotely interesting.
