Published on September 20, 2006 @ 1:18 pm .
My main Morman-man, Ken Jennings, was recently profiled by Time magazine and in Time’s utterly infinite wisdom decided to bestow upon him the title celebrinerd.
That’s all well and good, and Ken seems to have accepted the title with all the grace and dignity that he accepted being a world-renowned Jeopardy quizmaster, making it even more difficult to hate the guy. But why would you? He’s Ken Jennings! His hair smells like babies, and he can create candy with his mind!
Anyway, Ken’s trying to track the progress of Time’s newest neologism, and his fans are trying to help out, but none of them have seemed to have heard of a google bomb before, and if they have, seem to have forgotten that it works a little bit better if the word in question, in this case celebrinerd, were a link to a specific page, in this case Ken’s.
So if you liked him when he was on Jeopardy, or if you’ve got a thing for Mormons, or if you just like further perverting the internet with google bombs, or if you like the sound of celebrinerd, help Ken out and put up a link. If nothing else, it’ll get him to stop being so smug and going on and on about how wicked smart he is. Stupid Ken Jennings I hate him so much!
Published on September 20, 2006 @ 9:01 am .
We’re being trained on some new software all day today, so I don’t really have time for a for-reals post. Instead you get these nuglets.
1) This morning I watched Wookie climb into the litterbox halfway and pee all over the floor. My options were to watch it happen, risk getting sprayed with cat pee, or go make breakfast. I went to make breakfast. On the way to the kitchen I passed the cooler in our living room (don’t ask) and I checked to see if the Nattty Bohs inside were still cold. They were, but all the ice had melted, so I decided to move them to the fridge. On the way I dropped a wet beer onto the front of my pants, so now it looks like I’ve peed myself. Meanwhile Wookie has jumped into the open cooler full of water and jumped out again, so she’s whining, cold, and wet. I guess that’s karma.
2) I shaved with a Gillette Fusion this morning. It’s the razor with 37 blades, plus an extra blade for “detail work” and a hidden blade in case you get jumped while you’re shaving. Anyway, it actually didn’t give me any better a shave than the three-blade razor that I normally use, which is weird because the 33% increase from two blades to three blades is significant, while the near 50% increase from three blades to five blades is hardly noticeable. Plus, in essence, all you’re doing is shaving your face twice in the same direction when using a five blade over a three blade. This makes no sense. If I ever see the guy that invented the five blade razor I’m going to punch him in the nuts. Not because it sucks, mind you, but just because I’m the type of guy who punches people in the nuts.
Feh. Gotta go get trained now. Maybe I’ll ask a whole bunch of questions about DOS and see if they throw me out.
