Thursday, December 31, 2009

You're The Webby Awards Now, Dog

She taps my shoulder, because I'm laughing so hard at the computer. I take off my headphones, she asks what it is, so I unplug the headphones to allow the sound to fill the room.



She, sadly, was not as amused.

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Tuesday, December 29, 2009

No, It's Not Good At All



You know I love Banksy, and Simon Cowell does now, too, thanks to a million-dollar gift from Santa. Cowell got the above artwork by Banksy, a poorly photoshopped version of Degas' Dance Class At The Opera, with the bitchy American Idol judge included, ready to release a deluge of insulting cruelty on the Victorian ballerina before him. Maybe she can come back next year, after getting some professional training first.

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Friday, December 4, 2009

Find The Red Balloon

If you see one of these today, let me know. I, um, lost them, and, er, want them back.



DARPA are offering a big cash prize to anyone who can correctly list the GPS coordinates of these red balloons. I can only gather that, in the interest of making it difficult, one or more will be here in North Dakota, so I'll be keeping my eyes open. The game is designed to test the reliability of information found by mechanical turks, social networks, or other online adhocracies. Bigger social sites, notably Fark and Metafilter, are planning on donating winnings to charity. Contestants have nine days to turn in their data; I'm predicting a correct and vetted winner will come forward within an hour of the balloons' release.

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Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Fart on Pet

English teachers at Ben Franklin Junior High in Fargo, only a block away from this sign, must be patting themselves on the back. Some students actually paid attention on anagram day:

I'm not sure what they did with the extra 'R' when rearranging 'APT FOR RENT', but they did 'fix' both sides the same way.

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