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Got an interesting virus email today, this one claiming to be an invoice from United Airlines for a ticket purchased online. No bad links or anything, and the login it gave was one of my actual addresses; it was only when I saw that the “invoice attachment” was a zip file that I caught on.
Never, ever open zip files that you get in an email. People know that by now, right? It’s 2009.
(And never eat yellow snow. That’s a goodie from 1942. –Kara)
No, I did not tan. I did almost fall off a pyramid, though.
And I’m going to be on The Erika Moen Show in a couple hours, along with its host, Erika Moen! And Matt! I’m gonna be the big time!
I’m flying to Mexico with Kara’s family in about three hours, and as far as I know I will have no phone or Internet access until Tuesday the fourteenth. So long, shivering masses! See you when I’m sunburnt.
Today’s DAR is sort of about our cocktail party!
Somyr Perry, whom we know from the following clause has fantastic taste in writing, discovered Ommatidia and made a meme out of it on her blogging community, Open Salon, which as far as I can tell is Livejournal for real journalists. Most of the posts are getting tagged or collected (except the ones that aren’t), and some of them are really excellent, that last in particular. You are awesome, Open Saloners! Now buy my book.
The unlooked-for side effect of my generation’s financial crisis has been, for me, that the world of finance is suddenly quite interesting, and worth learning about. There’s nothing like open-mouthed horror and blind panic to inspire autodidacticism. I still know very little about how finance really works, of course, but the punch line is that most financiers apparently didn’t either.
In that vein, I recommend one of the most darkly hilarious articles I’ve read in a while.
Okay, so the season break lasted a little longer than we meant it to. But we’re buffered up, geared down, spitshined and BACK!
Sequel to Stephen’s: a gentleman by the name of Gabriel had the clever idea of taking all the words in the Proserpina stories, minus her name, and doing up an eerily well-informed wordle.
I finally figured out an in-continuity reason why the Burly Brawl looks like a crappy video game for its second half! It is a crappy video game! The rendering engine for the Matrix itself can’t keep up with that many polygons moving that fast at a lifelike framerate, so everybody’s faces and clothing lose polygonal depth and end up looking smooth and unrealistic.
I only regret that this does not explain the increasingly monologue-driven and stupid plot. (To see me regrettably attempting to do just that, please reference The Grand All-Encompassing Star Wars Conspiracy Theory.)