570 bars. Drink your way through Seattle.

Once an ambition of mine, now laid aside. Via Absolute Piffle.

Viking Kittens fits my long-standing mission of bringing examples of online silliniess with a feline theme to your eyes.

BUT!

It also goes against my longstanding mission of wiping out incidents of Led Zeppelin consumption. THAT mission had its’ highwater mark when I took a nail to a roomie’s vinyl copy of , um, I think it was called “IV”?

It was thoughtless of me; I was but a callow youth. I made good. I’m still kind of embarassed about it.

(There’s a theme of busting records here this week. Did I do it as a child?)

(OMG, yes. I had an Oscar the Grouch 45, “I Love Trash”, which I still have. It was something I treasured but somehow it bothered me that the record was not itself trash; if it were, that would be, I dunno, esthetically pleasing? So I verrrry carefully broke the single on one side. So carefully, in fact, that you can fit the edges of the break together and play the record.)

(Damn, I’m kind of… different, huh?)

So, in the interests of demonstrating my broadmindedness, there’s the link. Via the only Chaucer-citing blogger I know of. He got it from the revivified Daypop, whence it came from mefi.

Got that?

Texarcana Library – all of it, online.

I keep telling Cinescape I’m gonna get webcomics covered for ’em.

Maybe I should start at the blog. What do you guys say? Should I become the world’s expert on online comics?

There’s a million of ’em.

While The Fat Guy was experiencing “severe technical difficulties” as I wrote this, last week, among other thing, he posted item two in my list of that which made me laugh as I sweated my way through the fall of95{
In typically amusing fashion he’s thoughtfully provided not only a notification of his difficulties but also a dancing pig, which may be relied upon for hours of compelling and thought provoking entertainment. Hell, it worked for Hee Haw, right?

UPDATE: he’s back.

Dancing pig here.

However, what he posted last week was a guide to interpreting what an acquaintance referred to as “moron art”, the warning graphics affixed to heavy machinery and, I suppose, intended to
a) protect the manfacturer from lawsuits and
b) provide the end user with entertainment and a moment’s thought prior to, for example, attempting to use a Cat dozer-dumper to cut overhead electrical wires.

Should Mr. TFG re-establish his content, I will certainly link to it here.

Typophile | The Smaller Picture: Collective consciousness in an experiment of type design.

Go!

It’s neat.

J-Track 3D is a real-time, 3-D, rotatable locator map of the Earth and all artificial satellites, courtesy (natch) NASA.

Via the awesome powers of MeFi.

Rate my Kitten, courtesy of the hard working grad student known as poupou, an opportunity to redeem my presentation of my cat hates you dot com and other unsavory feline links a ways back.

Dammit – I just noticed the Googleseek isn’t giving good search again. Geez, the nerve of some free services out there!

The Illuminated D’Lish! is Ken’s daylong tribute to his 50,000th vistor, and as long as I’m not imputed to be a monkey or marine mammal, it’s a big improvement!

The Illuminated Donkey‘s reflections on turning 31 include likening me to a monkey in an apparent (if futile) attempt to demonstrate his superior morality and intelligence. Boy, if that ‘s the thanks I get for the Ken Goldstein Project, I’m afraid I’ll be having to take THIS up with Mother Goldstein.

Not only that, but monkeys are Paul’s beat this month.

UPDATE: My mistake, monkeys were merely a suggestion. I bet I know who the suggestor was.

Horde Projects details the various efforts of the Horde project, which, given my cursory examination, look a LOT like the future. GPL, open source, collabo-dev, PLUS standards and a long-term strategic vision. This looks cool.

Their IMP is up against the more old-skool lookin’ squirrelmail for my use here at the moment. Man, I think I’m finally starting to have enough background technically with the backend stuff to make meaningful business-oriented evaluations of this stuff. Finally. You leave the back room for a couple measly years and you’re as clueless as a mangerial type. Oh wait, I was a managerial type.