Lots of Monkeys

I’ve recently received some delicious K-pop. The CD in question is BoA, and she’s arguably the Britney of the Far East. Standard pop, but since I can’t understand a word she’s saying, it’s so much better.

The only con so far is that it’s a “copy control” CD. Had a “do not copy” logo and everything. I am currently in the process of defeating the copy control protection Sony saw fit to place on it. When you want to play it on your computer, it actually wants to install its own player.

Oh, hell no.

Good old reliable analog rip. Not as fast, but just as effective at pirating music as it was back when I was a youngster. I remember when the boombox with two tapedecks was hot shit. Regardless, there’s no way I’m carrying this CD around.

Too big.

Also, thinking about being übergeeky and purchasing a scott evest. Anybody want to talk me out of it?

Anyone?

Aw crap.

Orange-Plus Alert?! Or is that “Orange+?”

I know that they’ve been thinking about adding another color to the terror threat level codes. I can only extrapolate that they are doing this in order to further befuddle the American Public.

Either that, or somebody’s getting a serious kickback from Crayola.

In a bizarre twist of life imitating art, The Onion actually managed to beat this one to the punch. I was searching through the archives, found nothing, but did manage to find this snippet from the article (“Orange Alert Sirens To Blow 24 Hours A Day In Major Cities”) from another blogger:

“The newly added levels are Orange-Red Alert, Red-Orange Alert, Maroon Alert, Burnt Sienna Alert, and Ochre Alert,” Ridge said. “They indicate, in ascending order of fear: concern, deep dread, severe apprehension, near-crippling fright, and pants-shitting terror. Please make a note of this.”

Regardless of what color they decide to add, I’m probably going to ignore it, and keep my ear to the radio.

All this, and I still have helicopters doing low flybys over my office. Nothing like the soothing whump whump whump accompanied by the shuddering of the ceiling to make me feel productive.

When the fish are talking about the end of the world, what can one do but wonder if the end of days are, in fact, upon us? With that, I leave you with a quote from Ghostbusters:

MAYOR
What do you mean, biblical?

RAY
What he means is Old Testament biblical, Mr. Mayor. Real wrath-of-God-type stuff. Fire and brimstone coming from the sky! Rivers and seas boiling!

EGON
Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes! Volcanoes!

WINSTON
The dead rising from the grave!

PETER
Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!

Although it doesn’t come across in the text, Bill Murray’s delivery of the human sacrifice line is beyond priceless.

If lawyers wrote porn.

It’s only four lines, but here’s a teaser:

“Deirdre, I stand for the motion that we should be making sweet sweet love.”

Aw yeah.

Via Slashdot: Motorola concepts for wireless everything.

While the idea of being a walking network is somewhat cool, the real world consequences of being exposed to that much electromagnetic radiation can’t be good for you. I imagine our children recoiling in horror when we tell them, “Oh yeah, we used to put cell phones directly to our heads.”

And yet, somehow, I still want a set. Especially the glasses. But in black. Oh yeah.