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Friday, September 23, 2005
At a game company I know of (which shall remain nameless) there was a certain game developer (who shall also remain nameless) who was infamous for using profanity for nearly every label they inserted into the code. Apparently they aren't alone: Linux is also full of swears (via digg.) Thursday, September 22, 2005
When I saw the Power Squid that bloggers were gushing about earlier this week, my first thought was, "I bet I could cobble something like that together for a lot cheaper." MAKEBlog confirms it by showing you how to make your own power outlet multiplier. Perhaps, like me, you've been reading the post-Katrina reporting of the Times-Picayune. Now (via Making Light) read the story behind the story, of the journalists who stayed behind: "A few of us started grumbling immediately. We can't just leave the world's biggest story in our own hometown, we griped in hushed conversations. Sports Editor David Meeks, formerly the suburban editor and the man who hired me in 1998, harnessed the unrest. He made the pitch to Editor Jim Amoss: Give me a delivery truck and a small group of writers. We'll go back. "How are you going to eat?" Amoss asked him. "How are you going to file?" "Jim, we'll find a way," he said" Seriously. Read it: "As he scoped out his friend Margi Sunkel's house Friday for our next headquarters, Meeks told a local cop of his plans. He asked if the police might keep us in mind and send patrols around. "Are you armed?" the cop said. "No," Meeks said. "We're reporters." He thought he'd given the right answer. He hadn't. "Can you make yourself armed?" the cop responded." Jon passes along a link to Reporters Without Borders' Handbook for Bloggers and Cyber-Dissidents. Peruse it to learn about everything from getting started with a blog to blogging anonymously via proxies and encrypted email. I've been mulling over this and passing it around for a few days now: A great article on genre maturation, consolodation, and innovation in the game industry. Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Marx Out of Print--a great archive of pieces by, with, and from the Marx Brothers (via Incoming Signals.) Tuesday, September 20, 2005
You're alone, in a phone booth surrounded by concrete with no memory of how you got there, and you're running out of air. Can you solve the mystery of Fleep? Check out what happens when you put 50,000 word balloon stickers up on advertisements and posters across New York and wait for passers-by to fill them in with whatever they like (via Boing Boing.)Sunday, September 18, 2005
"Gola-hap-shet then bought his last piece of land, and the god Amun-Re spoke to him once more. "Gola-hap-shet, I bid you to buy land that has nine action cards, and you shall hire nine farmers to till your fields; if you do this for me I shall shower you with glory, but if you do not I shall smite you." And Gola said unto Amun-Re "you are a day late and a dollar short, for I have already bought all the land I can own and there are not enough farms for nine farmers to till, and let's not even get started with the power cards." Over on Board Game Geek, a hilarious session report following a game of Amun-Re (via Wil.) |
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