Ubuntu

I've decided to conduct a little experiment. I'm a big fan of Open Source applications, and wanted to see if I could furnish a computer with nothing but free/OS software. And if I was going to do it right, I figured I should just ditch Windows all together (since, of course, any Windows operating system costs an ass load). I have an old laptop that had been running Windows XP; I found an Open Source program that completely erased the hard drive and I installed Ubuntu.

Ubuntu is a completely free operating system that is supposed to rival any Windows system. It can be a bit more cumbersome, especially when trying to install programs. But it looks neat, and is supposed to be much more reliable than Windows. We'll see... I'm on it right now, and all is spiffy.

I'm a dad!

Pandora VS FineTune

Okay. I really was planning on reviewing my new He-man DVD, but I got sick the night after my last post, so much was pushed to the wayside. I'm feeling better now, and my ADD has moved me to bigger and better ideas (the adventures of Orco and Man-At-Arms will have to wait).

I'm a big fan of free music streaming sites. They're a great way to kill time at work and find a few new bands in the process. There's two that I use:

www.pandora.com

No, it's not a porn site. You begin by typing in the name of a band or specific song. Pandora then generates a random playlist that it thinks you will like based on whatever you entered. Each song played can be given a thumbs up or thumbs down. Somehow the Pandora genie takes your vote into account when choosing the next song. The idea is that the more you vote on songs, the more specific your playlist becomes.

Pros:

• Surprisingly, it's pretty accurate. I've had my account for over a year now, and I rarely get the errant song.
• Super easy to use. Once you log into your account you need do is turn on your speakers.
• Pandora has a huge library of songs. All genres, includes rare and live tracks.

Cons

• Pandora isn't perfect - it's good at figuring out what genre you may like, but you still get bands that rub. For example, I have to constantly give thumbs downs to the likes of Sum 41 and Fall Out Boy.
• Users are given the option to skip through songs, which is good (see above), but you can only use this feature so many times per hour. Which is bad.

www.finetune.com

I'm pretty new to this one. It's the same basic idea as Pandora, but much more specific. Instead of entering one song and letting it figure out the rest, users begin by generating a playlist of 45 songs. Think of it as an online mix tape. From there you can add as many more songs as you'd like.

Pros

• No Sum 41 or Blink 182.
• This seems to work better for more eclectic tastes in music since Pandora's song-generating algorithm focuses heavily on genre.

Cons

• You can only have 3 songs per band on your playlist. It makes sense - they don't want people just adding an entire album and playing it over and over. But still.
• I've had some trouble finding songs on Finetune. There's a ton of bands, but not always the entire catalog of songs, so it can be hit or miss.
• Again, you can only skip so many songs in your playlist at a time. This isn't too big of deal since all the songs were specifically placed there.

He-Man, The Beginning

I found this http://www.amazon.com/He-Man-Masters-Universe-Episode-Collectors/dp/B0009HBPHQ in the bargin bin at Walmart. It's a double disk claiming to be comprised of the 10 greatest He-Man episodes ever made. We'll see about that.

Be prepared for a sweet DVD review.

Mobstar

Mobstar seemed like a neat idea - think dungeons and dragons meets James Bond. You begin the game as a lowlife crook and work your way up, striving to one day be a mafia godfather. You can kill people, commit crimes, form gangs, steal cars, smuggle drugs, and do all the other fun things mafia members get to do.

But becoming a mafia member was too good to be true. After spending the last four days playing, I've learned that most of these features are only available to members after the $27 yearly signup fee. So I've wasted my time - because I have better things to spend my money on. Like this.

Student Sample

Blogomaniac

Livejournal was my first glmipse into the world of blogging and web 2.0 culture. I didn't have any interest in collecting friends with sites like friendster or tagworld, and I still don't feel the need to create an account for photo hosting sites like flickr or photobucket. Yes, I was happy with Livejournal - if anything, it was a way to keep in touch with some friends, and occasionally post funny/offensive stuff.

The problem is that LJ is going the way of the buffalo, and I have a hard time letting go. I still use my LJ, yet I feel compelled to keep up with all these new blogging trends. I have a Myspace account, this newly created blog, as well as accounts with social bookmarking sites Digg and de.licio.us.

How many sites and services do I need to expose myself (not literally - like I said, I'm not huge on photo hosting) to the world? If the answer is "one more," then take a look at my newly created Twitter account.

If Tim Armstrong deserves a solo album, so do I.

http://epitaph.com/artists/album/500

OpenOffice and DarkRoom

I found a program the other day that someone made called Dark Room. It's a bare bones writing application designed for those who are easily intimidated by a blank Microsoft Word screen and an ominous blinking cursor. It's a black screen with no menu bars, no tool options, and bright green text. The idea is that it's supposed to get rid of any distractions or anxiety for the procrastinating writer.

I'm a victim of procrastination, so I thought I'd give it a try. I actually found the simple black background more intimidating that a Word document. But it got me thinking about some other possible writing applications.

I've heard a bunch about OpenOffice, but never got around to trying it. It's basically a Microsoft Office clone, but it's free and has loads of extra options. It's also pretty much compatible with its Microsoft counterpart. I just installed it, and although it's still a white screen with a blinking cursor, perhaps the slight change of scenery is just what I need to become more productive.

Helvetica

I found someone who is a bigger dork than I am. He wrote about dedicated to the font, Helvetica. My birthday is in November. Just thought you'd like to know.


http://www.amazon.com/Helvetica-Homage-Typeface-Lars-Muller/dp/3907044878

Roadkill

This article is actually a pretty clear indicator of how bad it is in other part of the world, but I actually found myself smiling. As soon as I read the title, a familiar picture that is an Internet favorite popped into my head. So perhaps by posting both the article and the picture at the same time, you'll see why I smiled.

http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNews&storyID=2007-05-08T141119Z_01_L07317596_RTRUKOC_0_US-ISRAEL-ACCIDENT.xml

Plagiarism

I was going to vent about a hassle I had recently in one of my grad classes regarding an idiot group mate who plagiarized part of a project. But that got me thinking about my own experiences, and this came out instead.

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I was never really a bad student in school. I was smart enough to know how to get maximum reward for minimum gain. I rarely studied, and was irregular at best with homework, but I could carry a relatively intelligent conversation in class and I was generally well-liked by my teachers (which certainly didn't hurt the grades).

I have two distinct memories from English class - one from seventh grade, the other from eleventh. For different reasons, both have stuck with me, and while locker combinations and schedules have long since faded, these two events pop into my head all the time. The funny thing is, I'm sure the teachers have no idea. Interestingly enough, they are both about poetry.

Seventh grade. The assignment was to write a poem. I'm sure there was more to it, but it's unimportant now. Maybe something about poetic devices. As usual, I put it off until the night before. I'm actually not incompetent when it comes to writing poetry, but I was having a tough time getting started. But when I did, it was in the back of the family van on the way back from the grandparents' house. I remember reciting it over and over in my head since I had nothing to write my poem down on. Maybe this is why I can still remember today how my poem began.

The next day I handed it in, and all was well. I even added some clipart for some extra pizazz.

I don't remember how long it was before the teacher graded and passed those poems back. When I got my poem - the one I was proud of enough to have memorized - I couldn't understand what I was looking at. In his red pen, my teacher had written, This is very good. I hate to ask, but are you sure you didn't have help with it? He gave me a 100, but that meant nothing. You can't put comments into your gradebook, but it sure did cound more to me. At the time I was more angry that he had put such an accusatory question on my paper, but now I see what a slap in the face it was. He basically called me stupid, and unable to produce the quality of work I had handed in.

Flash forward to junior year. The project was to hand in a small collection of poems. Again, specifics don't matter. What does matter is the fact that I felt utterly unmotivated - not unable, mind you - to complete the assignment. So I took the easy way out. I dug up one of my obscure punk rock CDs and jotted down the words to one of the songs. It was an Operation ivy song, pretty sure it was called Freeze Up (funny how that detail is important enough to remember). I mean, come on, the teacher was brand new, and this was before the days of the omniscient Google search, so I felt I was safe.

Turns out I was. The teacher had no idea. In fact, she thought "my" poem was so great, that she pressured me for a week to enter it into an upcoming contest. At first paranoia suggested she was messing with me - the old Tell-Tale Heart approach. But she wasn't smart enough for that. She genuinely loved my poem. And she just couldn't figure out why I was being so bashful about displaying my work.

Her relentless compliments were more damning and more punishing than anything she could have done if she had known my crime. I felt like a complete failure. But I learned my lesson.


I guess it makes sense to pair these two separate memories together. One questioned what I did, the other praised for what I didn't. Unnoticed accomplishments and rewarded failures. I know which one I prefer.

How to steal wifi signals

My WiFi situation at home is not good these days. The two signals I usually steal won't connect (perhaps I have suspicious neighbors?), so I'm down to one unsecured Linksys network that is real finicky and generally unreliable. However, the next time you visit, and you want to jump online real quick to see how the WootOff is progressing, this is what you need to do.



Directions:

1. The only place where the signal can be detected is at the top of the stairs in front of the bathroom door. Not too big of a deal if you own a laptop, pain in the ass for desktop users.
   
2. Now that it's detected, you need to coerce the computer into actually connecting. This is achieved by hold the laptop over your head at a slight angle while facing the bathroom window. Of course the bathroom door and the blinds need be open.
   
3. Once connected, you have the blistering speed of a one bar signal at your disposal. At this point, you can lower the laptop from above your head (by now the neighbors are probably watching through the open bathroom window) and you may even be able to sit down in the hallway.

General Warnings:

• For some reason, although it should have no bearing on the WiFi, the signal will be lost if the screen is readjusted to anything more than a 90 degree angle.


• While sitting on the floor, Ruby, my cat will most likely claw at your legs, as this is seen by the animal kingdom as an invasion of territory.


• While surfing the Internet, the upstairs bathroom is off limits, unless the occupant does not mind peeing with the door open and the window blinds up. It's unconfirmed whether or not the flushing of the toilet affects the Wifi; I recommend not chancing it.

How To Steal WiFi

Museum of Bad Art

I've been itching to post something new all week. I haven't shut down my computer at school for two days because I keep minimizing interesting sites that I want to add to my blog, but as soon as I start, something distracts me, or I draw a blank on what to write. Until now.

I present to you, museumofbadart.org. Some guy basically digs through garbage and scowls around thrift stores to find paintings that are just bizarre. I've posted a few of my favorites, but you need to get into the site to get a true appreciation of the collection. The best has to be the two trees that appear to be hugging - one of them definitely has an erection.






Museum of Bad Art

Horse leaves deposit at bank

Okay. I get that the guy may have had a few too many and fell asleep in the bank foyer. I'm not sure why he would have his horse with him?

http://www.newsvine.com/_news/2007/04/24/681029-drunken-man-parks-horse-in-bank-foyer

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On an unrelated note, Wednesday night Grad class permits for multiple postings in a relatively short amount of time. What else is there to do during class?

The Oozinator

You know that some douche at SuperSoaker was put on the spot during a board meeting, and came up with this piece of shit. Nice job, asshole. Way to turn the youth of the nineties into cum-bathing homosexuals.

President Bush hates black people

Your Scene Sucks

I actually give this guy a lot of credit. He's basically tearing down all the people who buy his stuff. If you go to the root address, you'll find all the shirts he's designed for the bands that he's poking fun it. That's gutsy.

Reading the profiles, I can think of at least one person for each. Ahh, stereotypes.


www.yourscenesucks.com

Scamming in the Music Industry.

I've heard stories about things like this before, but considering the source, this is probably pretty accurate. Steve Albini is a well-known Sub Pop producer (having worked with pretty much everyone - including Nirvana, Pixies, Fugazi, Leftover Crack, etc...) as well as founding member of Naked Raygun, so I imagine he's been around the block a few times when it comes to the music industry.

He is currently most active as a record producer, but he dislikes the term and prefers to be credited as recording engineer (if the record company insists on any credit at all; Albini is comfortable with receiving no credit). Contrary to common practice, Albini does not receive royalties for anything he records or mixes: he charges a flat daily fee when recording at his own facility, but uses an admittedly somewhat arbitrary sliding scale when recording elsewhere.
-Wikipedia.org

The article itself is just okay, but the break down in thebox at the end is fascinating.

http://www.arancidamoeba.com/mrr/problemwithmusic.html

Struwwelpeter

During Winter of 1845, German physician Heinrich Hoffman found himself in a tough situation. He wanted to buy his son a book of fairy tales, but he found none that met his highly righteous standards. So instead, he purchased a blank notebook and began writing his own, focusing on the negative consequences of poor decisionmaking. They're all pretty sadistic, but my favorites are "The dreadful story of Pauline and the matches," and "The story of little suck-a-thumb." After reading them, it comes as no surprise that Hoffman worked as a doctor in an insane asylum. Perhaps he put a few too many hours in around the crazies.

I'm told Dwight Shrute read these during the "Bring your child to work day" episode of The Office. A Youtube search proved unproductive, but if anyone has it, I'd love to see!

http://www.fln.vcu.edu/struwwel/struwwel.html

He shoots, he scores!

Other than for the alphabet roadtrip driving game, what good do advertisments serve? Most are either bland of mildly obnoxious in an attempt to be memorable. The Geiko Cavemen have yet to convince me to to switch insurance (in fact, the irritating commericals actually pissed my wife off enough to cancel her account with them), and although I know the Barnes firm phone number by heart ("call 854-2020"), I still wouldn't trust those freaks with my lunch money. If I have to look at advertisements, they may as well be entertaining.

http://www.getitinwriting.biz/blog/2007/04/amazing-advertisements_678.html

32 Nerdiest Tattoos on the Planet

All 32 can be found at http://www.celebritytattoos.org/32-geek-tattoos/. I can take or leave the Star Wars tattoos, but I am a fan of the old school Nintendo sleeves. Extra props to the Tanuki Mario tat. Long live Super Mario Brothers 3.

I admit it. I've become a digg.com addict. I'm the guy that refreshes the page every thirty seconds to see if a new link was posted. It's the same way with del.iciou.us, and most recently with stumbleupon.com. With all these random links, I decided I needed an easy way to keep try of my wonderful web tidbits, as well as a convenient way to share them with my friends. So here it is. My new blog.


So keep an eye out.