not falling down

Whoops. I don’t think anybody saw that, but if your RSS aggregator did happen to grab it in those fifteen minutes, I apologize for yanking it back out of sight. Send me an email telling me who it was about and I’ll give you a consolation prize.

Everybody else: don’t worry about it. Nothing to see here!

I was wondering when somebody would get around to this. Tycho weighs in about the sound and fury surrounding Jason Kottke’s idea that hey, people should donate lots of money to him so he can just do his “web log” all the time. Crucial to Tycho’s statement is the fact that, as I and all my cool friends know, webcomics have been doing the same thing for four years.

Yeah, yeah, bloggers are all USA Today thinks is important on the interweb, but some of us young rebels are actually into other kinds of sites! Nice lag time, new media.

Speaking of Centre, look at the cute little freshmeats in London! Who are juniors now, I guess? And what is Drew Lally doing with people in college? Go back to GSP, Drew Lally!

Hey, Centre survivors: want to see Beau Weston on CNN.com?

Are you sure you want to delete [name of empty database I was deleting]?

You will immediately lose ALL DATA, FOREVER!

ALL DATA, FOREVER! I deleted the interweb!

My campaign to report as junk every “MSN New Feature!” Hotmail announcement does not appear to be having the impact for which I’d hoped.

This particular takedown bait is mostly awesome for the fact that you can keep hitting refresh to get a random strip every time.

All RPGs currently implemented on computers (including consoles) take the form of applications: behaviors written with an end in mind. But pen-and-paper RPGs aren’t applications. They’re operating systems.

Discuss! Or don’t.

My poor friends page and feeds page are all full of grief and sorrow. Fear not, bereaved hipsters! I know you’ll miss that guy who took a lot of drugs and helped you realize that editors are Satans, and also took a lot of drugs. But remember that you can still see him whenever you want: dancing, forever dancing, rendered almost as realistically as he was in his own writing.

So what happens to Doonesbury’s Uncle Duke now?