Archive for May 11, 2004

The lady in the cube next to mine would appear to be experiencing difficulties with her computer. This has been the soundtrack over the past couple of minutes:

BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP

(long pause)

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP

BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP

(softly) “Son of a… gun.

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Zing!

“Walking through the turn-of-the-century expositions devoted to ’small press’ comics, visitors were greeted on one side of the aisle by roughly drawn ‘zines’ about disaffected white youths with bad jobs, failed relationships and genital warts; and on the other by strange, multidirectional experiments and oddly-shaped cardboard constructions with day-glow silkscreen covers.”

I don’t feel about Scott McCloud the way most comics people feel about Scott McCloud, but his pre-emptive introduction to the Flight anthology is clever and even biting, as quoted above. Self-indulgent, too, but what do you expect? It’s comics people.

“Zines About Disaffected White Youths with Bad Jobs, Failed Relationships and Genital Warts” is really too long to be a band name, but it might work for a horse.

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In the vein of “gruntled” and “whelmed”

Even when the economy’s good, you never hear about “upsizing.”

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Segued from last entry’s title text

Yeah, tabbed browsing, evangelism, blah blah et cetera. I really like Firefox a lot and since I open up pretty much every link I hit in a new tab, does anybody know if there’s a way to reverse the default behavior? That is, I’d like to make links automatically open in new tabs except when I hit CTRL. My readership is and always has been largely nerds, so one of you has to have some idea what I mean. Shoot me.

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Now it is time for him to make a song

I really liked reading about Jake Berendes’s neo-discovery of headphones and what it’s like to have a soundtrack all the time. I wear headphones pretty constantly when I’m outside my apartment, and his description of that experience is one with which I identify well.

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Apparently I got a message on my work voice mail yesterday, wishing me a happy Mother’s Day. Awfully sweet of whoever that was. It’s been months since anybody called me Mom.

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