You’ll remember that some time ago I explored some of the creative possibilities of eBay‘s context-sensitive ads and their quirks. Well, I think I’ve been bested by an observation by The Register:
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You’ll remember that some time ago I explored some of the creative possibilities of eBay‘s context-sensitive ads and their quirks. Well, I think I’ve been bested by an observation by The Register:
Seth Godin thinks that job interviews are pointless, and he makes a convincing argument. Give his blog a read.
Most of you who read this spend far more of your time on the receiving end of job interviews, and so his thoughts perhaps aren’t so much use to you, unless you feel bold enough to tell a potential employer what they’re doing wrong at the interview (“you know, this isn’t a very good way to hire people…”) – that said, I might just try that next time I’m in any kind of interview situation – but if you find yourself on the other side of the desk come recruitment time, give it a read.
I frequently find myself impressed with some of the more unusual things it’s possible to obtain on the internet. I was browsing the binaries newsgroups when I came across this gem of a self-help film:
A few interesting things about this film:
Just plain scary.
A little more research and I found the web site of David DeAngelo, who made the film: there’s a page to sign up for his online course in meeting women online… the page starts by promising the usual crap that you can get from any spam-ridden inbox: “how you can manipulate your online profile to inspire interest,” “how to be confident when it comes to talking on the phone,” and so on, but the thing that got my attention was the following line. It’s as much bullshit as these programmes always are, but it makes a promise I’ve not yet seen in my 12 years of net-surfing:
Inside you’ll learn… a “secret” email subject line that drives a woman crazy
with curiosity and gets her to open YOUR email first.
What do you know: women’s heads are hard-wired so that a few key words in a subject line will get them to open it, no matter who it’s from or what the context in which they receive it. Dating be damned: if this were true then I would subscribe to the program. Why?
A balanced diet, like that depicted in the pyramid, will help you stay healthy at Troma Night:
Here’s a conspiracy theory for you: Tie Rack are a decentralised, corporate-funded, international network of smugglers and drug runners. It stands to reason:
If I go missing in the near future, it’s because I’ve revealed Tie Rack’s dirty secret. You know what to do.
We’ve just received a postcard from Heather…
…which immediately got us out of The Game. For those that aren’t sure how that could have happened from an innocuous postcard, the
blame goes to Jimmy, who took great pains to get us to associate the word cheese with The Game. Heather writes:
Hello Troma Geeks!
Thought you’d all appreciate this lovely cheesy postcard. Weather here remarkably like Aber, but seaside not so good. Difficult to have BBQ on sinking sand. Is also very good alcohol country – every pub is a CAMRA member & has a cask marque. All kinds of bizarre wines. Tell Jimmy I’ve found his ideal part of the world!
Heather
Thought I’d share that with you all this morning. Right: off to work…
Scott Adams has written a fabulous blog entry about strippers at Chinese funerals, but it’s not quite as funny as the latest xkcd comic. For those who aren’t sufficiently geeky (if you’re a geek: read the comic first then come back here), sudo is a command found on some computer systems that allows you to act as if you had greater (typically) priviledges than you wouild normally have. In the comic, the speaker attempts to do something, fails (because he’s not permitted to perform that operation), and tries again, this time using sudo.
Well; I thought it was funny.
If you’re still not laughing, watch How Lord Of The Rings Should Have Ended.
Strange. First Faye’s comment on Andy‘s controversial blog post diappears. Now her entire LiveJournal is empty of posts (not just friends-only but gone, as far as I can see), but the account still exists.
Faye? What’s going on? Has the internet eaten you whole?
EDIT: The plot thickens. I’ve just remembered that I noticed this weekend that Faye changed her RockMonkey page recently: it’s now a lot tamer than it used to be, doesn’t link to ARSEnalScumDepreciationSociety, and one of Andy’s infamous spelling mistakes has been fixed. Perhaps the internet really is eating Faye up…
Here’s a fab little Flash game I just discovered: Arrow Tag. I’ve just won with a time of 14 minutes and 35 seconds. Think you can beat me?
Just read a great article on brain activity during sexual stimulation and specifically upon orgasm: scanning people’s brains while they’re engaged in sexual activity with their partners has lead to some fascinating results. From the article:
In men, greater activity was seen in the insula, which deals with emotion, and particularly in the secondary somatosensory cortex, which rates the significance of physical sensations. This suggests that the sensory input coming from the genitals is being judged highly important and pleasurable by the brain.
Women, however, show very little increased brain activity, and only in the primary somatosensory cortex – which registers purely that a sensation in the genitals is there.”In women the primary feeling is there, but not the marker that this is seen as a big deal,” Dr Holstege said.”For males, touch itself is all-important. For females, it is not so important.”
I fascination turned to amusement when I read about some of the difficulties the participants had under experimental conditions, though:
The experiments also revealed a rather surprising effect: both men and women found it easier to have an orgasm when they kept their socks on. Draughts in the scanning room left couples complaining of “literally cold feet”, and providing a pair of socks allowed 80 per cent rather than 50 per cent to reach a climax while their brains were scanned.
We’ve been watching a little of A Town Called Eureka of late, following the discovery that Matt watches it and so does my mum. We watched the first episode earlier this week, which I found to be well-performed and a great idea… but terribly realised. Nonetheless, I thought to myself, it was a pilot episode and they are often shaky, so last night we watched the second episode.
What follows is my annotated synopsis of the episode. If you plan to watch it, you might want to skip it, but I’d recommend reading my comments and then simply skipping it:
Start Of Spoilers
The episode starts where the last one left off, with Jack Carter having just taken up his position of sheriff in the town of Eureka, Walter Perkins has been killed by a tacyon-related
accident, and his wife Susan has been killed in a fake suicide.
During the course of the episode, a partially visible glowing humanoid shape is seen around town, and sightings are accompanied by electromagnetic disturbances which shut down computers and damage lights, but only when it’s convenient to the plot for it to do so. Meanwhile, Susan reappears in town, and it becomes apparent that there are two of them which an atomic-level analysis shows are identical, which, of course, would not be the case even for identical twins or clones because of chemical changes due to diet, lifestyle, etc. A DNA test, which would have actually proven that one was a twin or clone, is not done, because it would be “too primitive” (even though it could conceivably achieve the correct result, albeit with less flashy lights and cool scientific equipment). Curiously, despite never having met and the clone having been made seven years ago, the two women dress identically at all times. It is later determined that one of the women must be a fully-grown clone made by Walter, and a scientist makes a throwaway remark that this would explain why the computer had said that the dead Susan was made of “younger” materials, but for some reason he didn’t bring this up earlier, instead claiming that the two were identical.
Normally rational scientists turn to supernatural beliefs in order to explain the electromagnetic disturbances and the humanoid figure, repeatedly talking about “ghosts”. It later appears that Walter, killed last episode, is not dead but is merely “existing in an alternate timestream” (which by itself is fine – this is a work of fiction, but I don’t appreciate the way that the scientists feel the need to use oversimplistic analyses and excessive buzzwords when talking to each other). In any case, they put him into a device resembling a magic eight ball (which they presumabley had lying around for just this kind of occurance) which will make him all fine again. His former wife, the original Susan, has since pieced together the full story: after they divorced seven years ago, he came to Eureka, made a clone of her, built the house that they had designed together and had a son. In the end, despite the fact that doing so will probably cause irreparable damage to the boy, the original Susan agrees to stay (after all, they only divorced once, then he made a clone of her which, when it died, caused great distress to her family, and now – despite being an intelligent woman, she’s decided that a woman who looks identical to his mother but knows nothing about him is a better adoptive parent for a young boy than, say, anybody else on Earth).
Oh yeah, and Jack Carter moves into a house with a personality and a will of it’s own but no overrides. Well, I suppose comic effect is allowed.
Spoilers end.
The problem with the show, I suppose, is that it doesn’t know what it wants to be. The idea behind it lines it up perfectly to be a great sitcom, but it’s hard to see the humour because
it’s trying so hard to be a gritty drama. Meanwhile, unforgivably awful pseudo-science means that you want to hurt yourself, or, failing that, the screenwriter. The action
seems distant from the characters: always as if everything will work itself out in the end and the actors just came along for the ride. Rather than actually having anything to do with
the plot they just sit in the foreground and make jokes about the scientific buzzwords that they’re saying, and each other’s inability to comprehend them.
The show pisses me off.
Matt made a blog post about a TV series – A Town Called Eureka – which he’s been watching. In episode 4 (which has just been broadcast in the UK, two weeks behind the US schedule) several of the characters get together in a cramped space full of technology to watch films, once a week. Matt observes that everything in this segment of the episode just reeks of Troma Night – all that’s missing is a sponge-throwing and a Hollywood Pizza delivery to make the two identical.
I’ve put a copy of the relevent scenes online: click here to watch. You’ll need Flash Player version 8 or above and a reasonably-fast internet connection.
Woo! I’ve managed to get ScummVM DS working on my Nintendo DS. Put simply, this means I can play fab old LucasArts games like all the best Monkey Island games, Day of the Tentacle, Indiana Jones and The Fate Of Atlantis, and Sam & Max Hit The Road (which is on my screen right now). It’s just plain beautiful.
Really… just… beautiful.
I read a really great article over on the Interesting People mailing list today: On The Implausability Of The Explosives Plot. It’s well-written, only slightly cynical, and – crucially – exhibits a knowledge of chemistry and basic security policy that seems to be beyond the entire research teams of the scaremongering governments of today’s Western world. Plus, it’s amusing. Enjoy.
On a not-unrelated note, if you didn’t see The Power Of Nightmares when it was broadcast and haven’t seen it since, you’ve missed out. Follow the link.
I’ve been impressed, again, by Dreamhost, who provide hosting for this and many of my other websites. During a fit of stupidity, I
accidentally rm -rf *
‘d Abnib Gallery. For those of a less techy nature, I deleted it: pictures and site and all. Whoopsie.
So I thought: perhaps they have a tape backup or something. I filled in their support form, which asks lots of useful questions like “How much do you know about this?”, with options ranging from “I don’t know anything, hold me by the hand,” to “TBH, I probably know more about this than you do!” and a nice scale of rating the urgency, as well as indicating how many calls they’re dealing with right now and a link to an outstanding issues page.
Within half an hour I’d been e-mailed back by a tech support person, who explained in exactly the appropriate level of detail that hourly and daily backups (with grandfather-father-son
fallbacks) of everybody’s home directory are made into their hidden .snapshot
directory. I took a peep, and lo and behold there was my backup. Very impressed.
Now, if only they’d improve the reliability and speed of their Rails hosting, I’d offer them a round of oral sex.