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Portable Apps

If you’ve got one of those internet usage policies at work that forbids you from installing “unapproved” software (I’m looking at you, Mr. Government worker) but they haven’t quite locked down the USB ports on your PC, then the apps on this site are for you.

Basically, you can put some of your favorite open source apps onto a thumb drive and run them from there. Doesn’t look like they leave breadcrumbs in that pit of despair known as “C:\Documents and Settings” either.
They’ve got Gaim, Firefox, Thunderbird and many more. Looks cool.

Hey, Nad. Post that link to that cheap 300GB external drive.

A few years ago, when I was working downtown, I would often go over to the chain bookstore in the Pavillions at lunch time for a coffee and to browse the books.

There’s an old saying that you can’t judge a book by its cover, but that doesn’t hold true any longer. You can tell a lot about a book by its cover.

Take for example a couple of books I remember seeing: I can have one look at the cover of The Devil Wears Prada and know that I have no interest in it. The same goes for Everyone Worth Knowing. Based on the covers, these two titles are obviously “chick-lit” for the Sex in the City set. The key is marketing.

Normally I don’t like marking guys too much. They’re an unholy mix of salesmen, statisticians, and Satan. But I do owe them one for getting me to buy Lord of the Barnyard purely based on the cover. It had a couple of blurbs comparing the author, Tristan Egolf, to John Kennedy Toole of Confederacy of Dunces fame.

It was a great book, funny and sad. I read it twice in a row. The author was one month younger than me. I could really connect with what he was saying through his book.

Well, I just found out that he committed suicide last year. It’s a shame. He was one of the good ones.

You’re wearing your earbuds. Staring out the window, you suddenly realize that the music is in sync with the scenery passing by. Your eyes opened to the beauty of the universe for brief moment, you see that all is well with the world, that you actually are a special snowflake, and that things are going to be OK in the end after all.

Thank The Chemical Brothers.

Brilliant!

P.S. The windows media player option worked best for me

So this last Saturday, we’re driving up miserable Parker Road, and up ahead in the middle of the middle lane, what should my wondering eye behold but a bunch of dried up weeds and grass wrapped in an old bedsheet, and I mean a BUNCH–this was like a queen-size sheet and it was stuffed to overflowing, Santa-style.

Seeing some weird shit in the middle of the road is not unusual in Colorado, for this is the Land of Crap on the Highway™…my favorite to date was the sofa blocking the left lane of I-70 going up Genessee Hill.

What are your best Crap-on-the-Highway stories?

Propz to Porkchop for coining the term

German Cows, Hell of Sand, and now… “Orbox B online flash game logic puzzle.”

Seen one like this before, but the timed exploding boxes are a nice touch.

Catchy name, non?

Well everyone knows about the man who scorned the current president at one of his pep rallies (see the lovefest over at Daily Kos)…now go thank him. Amazing that this site went up this morning and already has 13,000+ signatures…teh intarwebz are cool and stuff.

Should be faster now.

Thanks VekTor for ridiculing me into finally upgrading

Everything old is new again: Plasma Pong!