If you don’t live in Oklahoma City, well you probably have a lot more fun on a regular basis than we do. But if you have some time set aside from painting the town red, feel free to check out these few images from the front lines. These are all taken from our downtown area called Bricktown; it’s a town made of bricks.
I’ve mentioned this in the past, but occasionally I turn a blind eye to Pressed & Bound and host another podcast. The show in question is, of course, Nintendorks Radio, of which we have hit 53 episodes. Good job everyone! The link to the episode is within this MAGIC BLOCKQUOTE:
It’s time for another edition of Nintendorks Radio with your hosts Travis Woodside and Garret Evans. You can get your episode now on iTunes (search for Nintendorks Radio in the iTunes store) or right here. Or you can refuse.
Episode 053 – Samus is a 1950s Detective
We discuss the Nintendo Media Summit, Metroid Other M, Heavy Rain, and telephones.Also note a special NEW SEGMENT called “I show Garret some box art and see if it makes him laugh.”
I made that banner, by the way; I just want you all to know that.
As everyone as already guessed, the show is late. Turns out that when the internet doesn’t want to work right, or is having tube problems, uploading a 200mb file becomes a pain. For whatever reason, the last couple of days has been slow going in the upload department. As of this morning, the show was uploading at 13.3kb/s, which would estimate at 5 hours to complete. Hopefully that will be finished by this afternoon. We apologize for the delay.
I had forgotten for a while that this page even existed because Google Buzz came out two days ago. Anyhow, on with the ancient Japanese poetry!
God damnit, Google.
You’ve made everything so good
and easy, like your mom.At first Google wave,
Now Google Buzz is in town.
Next? Google Engulf.Don’t get me wrong here.
I like Buzz. But we’re skirting
the edge of safety.Soon my Google car
will drive me to Googlemart
for a Googlewich.But no, fo’ realz ya’ll,
Check me out on the Googles.
I’m witty as hell.
I might have lied the other day when I said I’d had the last word on the nook. There’s no last word, people; none. This weekend Barnes & Noble pushed out an update for our little book reader: software version 1.2.
Gizmodo has the full scoop on what was updated, but here are is the nitty gritty on what has changed:
What?! Haiku? Yes. BEGIN:
Hey, February,
thank you for eating up so
many syllables.Dear Taylor A. Swift,
Christ girl, you can’t carry a
tune in a bucket.I think I might start
karate soon. Cobra Kai
never dies; believe.Why does Snoop Dog use
an umbrella? Wait for it…
Wait…wait…FO’DRIZZLE.Dear Mass Effect 2,
Thanks for allowing me to
bang hot aliens.
Gimme that Christian
side hug, unless of course you
have nice girl boobies.I’m a rough rider.
We don’t fill up with Christ’s love.
Mostly, we use booze.If you really want
to have strong karate, then
you will sweep the leg.How does Diddy keep
his whites so white? You give up?
He uses bleotch.
Christian Side Hug haiku is referenced from this:
Today I got myself a fancy new Barnes & Noble Nook. The long and short of it is that it’s pretty fun to use and the screen looks great. I don’t have much time right now to discuss a whole lot about it, but I made a fun unboxing video:
I hope to have some more in depth thoughts about it soon, once I’ve had a chance to play with it more. Enjoy!
This is a very short message, but I am just testing to make sure that all is well with the hosting transfer and for all intents and purposes I think it might be. Please let us know if anything is not working for you like it should or if you see something that’s been there forever that looks wonky.
The other benefit besides me saving money is that I was able to use put all of the posts and such into a new database; a new database that supports php 5.0, that is. Wordpress is moving to that being more or less the standard with all of their new revisions and I’m glad that I can finally update the guts of the site to these new version now. Before, I was stuck with an older, less secure release because the database on the old hosting account was using php 4.whatever and there really was no “easy” way to transfer it all. Which is not to say that simply making a new database, putting all the old files into it, and then relinking it is difficult, per se, but it’s a pain in the ass and I really didn’t want to do unless I had to. And I had to when moving to this new hosting plan.
That’s all for now. I should probably get to editing the last episode of the show soon…
Well, not really, but kinda.
I just wanted to inform everyone that in the next couple of days you might see some outages here on the site as it gets moved from one hosting plan to another. In the end it should all look the same and everyone should be happy (the URL will be the same), but there might be some downtime in the middle, and for that all I can say is that it might be a good time to go read a nice book. I don’t know where you could find any suggestions on good books, though, but I’ll keep my eyes peeled…
Today’s CLWED comes to us all the way from the internet. Stetler Goodhart (bedsits@bikecap.nl) brings us an excerpt from chapter 11 of Samuel Hopkins Adams’s Average Jones:
Tisement in the other. The adventurer-bug flourished a farewell to the girl with his antennae, and retired within to advise his fellows of the charms of freedom. “Very well,” said the girl, in demure tones, though lambent mirth still flickered, golden, in the depths of the brown eyes.
“If you persist, I can only suggest that you come back when Judge Ackroyd is here. You won’t find him particularly amenable to humor, particularly when perpetrated by a practical joker in masquerade.”
“Discovered,” murmured Average Jones. “I shouldn’t have vaunted my poor French. But must I really take my little friends all the way back? You suggested to the mystic voice within that I might be invited inside.”
“You seem a decidedly unconventional person,” began the other with dawning disfavor. “Conventionality, like charity, begins at home,” he replied quickly. “And one would hardly call this advertisement a pattern of formal etiquette.” “True enough,” she admitted, dimpling, and Average Jones was congratulating himself on his diplomacy, when the querulous voice broke in again, this time too low for his ears. “I don’t ask you the real reason for your extraordinary call,” pursued the girl with a glint of mischief in her eyes, after she had responded in an aside, “but auntie thinks you’ve come to steal my dog. She thinks that of every one lately.” “Auntie? Your dog? Then you’re Sylvia Graham. I might have known it.” “I don’t know how you might have known it. But I am Sylvia Graham–if you insist on introducing me to yourself.”
I have no idea what is going on in this passage, but that Sylvia Graham sounds like a firecracka’!
The best part about these work emails is that they all include a picture with them, but I’m too terrified to open it. As much as I want my work computer to be slower, adding a virus or any sort of craziness to the poor machine would be a bad idea. The world may never know what “envoy.jpg” was, but the mysticism of unknowing is not lost on me. Bravo, Mr. Goodhart; bravo.
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