Tuesday, August 23. 2005i feel hip-hop
Dear Audiophiles,
I have some questions for ya'll:
And finally, a question about hard drives:
Your lazy audiophile, spoonfork Listening to: Bran Van 3000 - Afrodiziak War Driving KL
Toxicle has a map of wi-fi hotspots in Penang (Penang is in oversea exclaimed Alphademon, too bad you only managed to get as far as Butterworth dude), complete with a Google Earth map.
I was in KLCC the other day for a video shooting with the fine folks from Reuters for a rockumentary, and in between shots and occasional twist-and-turns of my heads looking at pretty girls, I managed to collect a few statistics for you wifi hackers:
Associating with one telco's network was much fun. There tons of open ADSL modem with default usernames and passwords. A few years back, I even managed to discover printers, and cash registers. Yeah cash registers with IP addresses, no kidding. And if you're lucky and diligent enough, you might strike the cash machines. Listening to: Pixies - Debaser i feel stero
Why can't they just form a straight line in front of the goal post?
She is HOT. Alphademon, go and save her. Sell everything you have. Save her!
Elsewhere: Listening to: Underworld - King of Snake Monday, August 22. 2005flickrl.icious
I've told you that flickr is just plain fantastic. And now, there's flickrlicio.us which features pictures of babes from flickr. Rocking. This is something that I wanted to do for a long time, but heck, someone beats me to it. One thing that I found is that most of the babes pics on flickr are the ones that are carefully posed for the camera, rather than random and spontaneous snaps. But hey, a babe's a babe.
And oh. flickrchicks. Listening to: Mars Volta - Sarchophagi i feel dirty
Programming is becoming a repetitive task. I feel like a machine. Seems like all that I ever done was create object, retrieve object data, manipulate object data, insert object data into database. Over and over. It's so repetitive. And I cannot stand repetitive tasks, day and night. But isn't its a fact that day in and day out all year round we'r doing the same think?
I believe that all humans are unconsciously trying to be machines. Look at moms, for example. Super machines. Look at working moms, superduper machines. Look at Japanese porn stars - 45 minutes of in-and-out action. Very very repetitive I tell you. Heck, even womenz drools at guys that have well-defined abs. Aren't well-defined abs more machine-like than say, Homer's beer belly? We are fascinated by machines. F1 - men and machine. The Olympics - faster, further, higher. That's men with their machinistics ideals. Aibos. Toyota. Sony. Machine-making corporations, i.e. robots. The Genome Project - humans trying to 'erase' their imperfections. Blogging. Podcasting. We express ourselves electronically. The personal computer, the notebook, the smart phone - human to machine interface device flickr. Our memories are stored electronically. What is our fascination with machines? The answer is simple. In the near future, our lives will be complemented by machines. They will be the citizens of the future. They will become the backbone of our economy. They will become the workforce. They will replace us humans. We will become the couch potato watching the idiot box with all the machines around us doing our bidding ("bring me my tacos you useless japenis junk"). And then we realize that we can't just sit around doing nothing all day. We realize that we have to be above the machines. We have to be the machine. We are and will be, the only perfect machine. Listening to: Underworld - Dirty
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