Office Buddy II

Posted by: on Sep 13, 2006 | No Comments

This one I’m not so fond of:

Office Buddy

Posted by: on Sep 13, 2006 | No Comments

The Lizard Menace continues to plague Shanghai office buildings:

The Hotel Domestic Floor

Posted by: on Sep 13, 2006 | No Comments

Made it to Shanghai. There were “Typhoon 3” and “Red Rain” alerts today in Hong Kong, which means nothing to me, but given that it was raining buckets — sideways — as I walked to work this morning, I knew there’d be trouble.

Once getting to the airport, boarding was delayed 45, and when finally on the plane we were promptly told it’d be at least 2 hours and to get comfortable. They threw up X-Men 2, and started passing out sandwiches. Also, due to language barriers and a variety of re-bookings, I was in economy, which is just a pure joy when headed to the Chinese mainland. Watching Helen Thomas in a 3-way would be more comfortable.

Of course, once the flight was cleared, the movie was stopped never to be brought back. Was Charles Xavier’s death avenged? What became of Magneto’s mutant army?


Once we got to the hotel, I had checked in, and was in the elevator with my boat anchor of a suitcase and a maddening desire to wash off that sticky sweaty layer of human filth that coats one like Turtle Wax when traveling. The elevator door closes, then re-opens, and the front desk guy runs in shouting “room 3008! there problem!” So after waiting around for 10 minutes, I’m taken to the 21st floor. The Chinese National floor. The hallways are filled with smoke, half the doors are wide open, and inside many of the rooms men are gambling and sucking down every last cigarette within a 20 mile radius. There’s frequent shouting in the halls.

It’s about 94 degrees. At 11pm. There’s air condition controls in the room. They do absolutely nothing, but at least they look promising.

On Saturday, I’m off to Beijing for two days. Going to the Wall comma Great as well as various squares and other places which inevitable begin with “The People’s…”

Monday morning, it’s back to Hong Kong.

The following Monday, it’s back to Shanghai.

I used to live in San Francisco. I think.

And yes, David, pictures are coming.

Chinese Pollution + Hot Wet Air ==

Posted by: on Sep 10, 2006 | No Comments

one very sick schmeeve.

MySpace Again

Posted by: on Sep 6, 2006 | One Comment

Don’t know why I’m so petty, I know these idjits are just stealing whatever they find on Google Images, but never the less it’s fun.
Someone should really look into the comments on Missy’s page. And this one. Oh, and one of Amanda Nicole’s (isn’t that 10x more annoying that just “Amanda?”) heroes has a new look!
I can’t believe Makai would associate with people like Hernando:

Why does every MySpace page look like it was done by a retarded blind 3 year old? Is there some “fugliest page on the internets” award I’m not aware of?

TiVo Series 3 p0rn

Posted by: on Sep 6, 2006 | No Comments

TiVo Series 3. In the wild. Here.
Cablecard, yay! HD, yay! 3 years too late, boo! But, note to TiVo: be damn thankful all the Cable companies offer crap DVRs right now. The next round will not be so easy and you can not be so lax.
Also, confirmed: the box will cost $800, as expected.

Air Travel 5 Years after 9/11: Protecting you from Scary Pointy Things and Mascara

Posted by: on Sep 6, 2006 | No Comments

A couple of articles over at Salon by Patrick Smith (I really like this dude) outline the rampant fucktardery Americans face on a daily basis when flying: (Yes, other countries are far more rational)
First, this:

If you’re one of the 21 bomb plot suspects still sitting in British prison right now, it’s mission accomplished. No sooner were we told that a London-based conspiracy had come within days of blowing up several jetliners — an allegation now subject to doubt — when we were hit with a gantlet of preposterous security restrictions and a flurry of overreaction:
On Aug. 16, a United Airlines flight en route between London and Washington made an impromptu stop in Boston because a passenger threw an uncontrollable fit. Before being restrained with plastic handcuffs, the 59-year-old woman urinated on the cabin floor, which apparently was reason enough to summon a pair of F-15 fighters to intercept the 767. (She was not the first airline passenger to so relieve herself in an episode of what we used to call “air rage” — a term that has become almost quaint in the current, overcharged atmosphere.) The aircraft was evacuated on the runway, and passengers were delayed several hours while canine units inspected hundreds of checked bags.
On Aug. 19, a Delta Air Lines jet made an emergency landing in San Antonio, Texas, because — brace yourselves — a passenger spent an unusual amount of time in the lavatory. According to flight attendants, the bathroom’s ceiling panels had been moved and the smoke detector tampered with. The man, a resident of San Antonio, was detained and questioned — including a physical search of his home — before the FBI pronounced him “not suspicious at all.” (The decrepit state of lavatories on most U.S. aircraft makes the crew’s reaction even more overblown, but that’s a topic for another time.)
More toilet trouble that same day, when an American Airlines flight from Dallas to Miami made an emergency stop in Tampa, Fla., after the cabin crew discovered two lavatories with locked doors — and apparently nobody inside them. Police and TSA officials unlocked the doors and found the bathrooms … empty.

And reflecting on the 5 years since 9/11:

Conventional wisdom says the terrorists exploited a weakness in airport security by smuggling aboard box cutters. This is bollocks. What they exploited was a weakness in our mind-set — a set of presumptions based on a decades-long track record of hijackings. In the past, a takeover meant hostage negotiations and standoffs; crews were trained in the concept of “passive resistance.” All of that changed forever when American Airlines Flight 11 collided with the north tower of the World Trade Center. What weapons the 19 men had in hand mattered little; the success of the attacks relied fundamentally on the element of surprise. And in this respect, their scheme was all but guaranteed not to fail.
In 2006, for several reasons — from hardened cockpit doors to, especially, the awareness of passengers — just the opposite is true. “Any hijacker will face a planeload of angry and frightened passengers,” says Ross Johnson, a former Canadian intelligence officer and aviation security consultant. “And he will be badly injured or killed by the mob. That introduces significant doubt into his plan.” Say what you want of terrorists, but they cannot afford to waste time and resources on schemes with a high probability of failure.
We, by comparison, are more than happy to waste billions of taxpayer dollars and untold hours of labor in a delusional attempt to thwart an attack that, in some sense, has already happened. No matter that a deadly sharp object can be fashioned from almost anything found on a plane — from a wine bottle to a piece of plastic moulding — we are nonetheless asked to queue for absurd lengths of time, subject to embarrassing pat-downs and confiscation of our belongings, lest anybody make it onto an aircraft with a pair of pointy scissors or a screwdriver.
As a traveler, it’s frustrating to see firsthand the ways in which other countries have streamlined their security protocols. I have traveled extensively since Sept. 11, to Europe, Asia, Africa and the Middle East, and based on anecdotal observation America’s protocols feel the most jury-rigged and chaotic.
Alas, a frightened American populace seems to demand not actual security, but security spectacle. We equate nuisance with safety: If it is inconvenient and highly labor intensive, our thinking goes, it must be helpful. And although a reasonable percentage of passengers, along with most security experts, would concur such theater serves no useful purpose, there has been surprisingly little outrage, little protest — not from passengers, not from the airlines, not from the media. In that regard, we’ve gotten exactly the system we deserve.

We truly entrust our lives to idiots.

Dear MySpace Mouth Breathers

Posted by: on Sep 5, 2006 | One Comment

I realize you like my pictures, in particular the “Cleveland Steamer” Family Guy image, Ann Coulter, Captain Caveman, a pile of laundry on my couch (????), and a collar joint which looks suspiciously penis-like. It’s all over MySpace.
I was so thrilled, I turned them all off. Kindly go fuck yourselves.
If you want the pic, fine, but go host it yourself. Not like I created the pics, I found them the same place you did, I just was nice enough to not suck up someone else’s bandwidth.
Take, for example, Amanda. She claims to be 19, lives in “Everywhere you want to be, CA” and lists Ann Coulter, Jesus, and Ronald Reagan amongst her heroes. (Everytime someone loads her page, that image of Ann comes from my site.) Her favorite television show is “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air,” and she loves ZZ Top. She “like[s] many things, but they’re relatively unimportant.” She has ambition, too: “I want to learn as much as I can about everything, just to know it.”
This girl is deep.
Now, I’m sure I have a lot in common with Amanda. I, too, once tried to be a blond skank, passed out frequently in a room full of guys, and routinely examined my genitals for anything abnormal.
Tomorrow when I get bored, I’m gonna replace all those references with “I wanna anally rape my 6-year old sister with a chainsaw” images. And, when you’re in court, I’m going to get on the stand and swear that image never changed.

Dane is Lame

Posted by: on Sep 4, 2006 | No Comments

Salon agrees.
Seriously, I wouldn’t even listen to that dude for 5 seconds with my penis in his mouth.