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This is gross, but interesting when you think about it.

So somebody has decided to Frankenstein together Krispy Kreme doughnuts and Fat Burger to create the Fat Kreme. I gotta say - I am at once fascinated and revolted by the thought of that. Oh look … Pictures.

This is interesting, but gross when you think about it.

I never really got the whole cam girl thing. Well, I get it at a base level, but I have trouble imaging these kinds of pseudo-prostitute types of bargains going on with these young girls and behind the backs of their parents (at least I thought it was behind the backs of the parents).

It’s also interesting to see somebody setting up a blog to organize their thoughts for a school paper. Seems like a lot of hassle to me — particularly given that it’s a short-term kind of need. Whatever works though I guess.

Why is it that Homunculus suddenly seems to be everybody’s favorite new pet word? I can honestly say that I’d never run across this word until about 2 months ago. I’m still not entirely clear on what it means, but I sure can’t seem to get away from it. I’m finding it used everywhere that I go.

Also, it turns out I didn’t know there was a difference between toilette and toilet. I get paid because of my mastery of words. Clearly my employers are getting the short end of the stick with me because it turns out that when it comes to words, I totally and completely suck.

Oh, Wow!!

The Butterfly Alphabet has got to be one of the coolest things ever. Via MeFi

Gyroball is hard.

The Blood Gulch Chronicles

In the time between the Covenant invasion of the outer planets (Halo) and the subsequent alien invasion of Earth (Halo 2), there was a brief period of civil war among the human marines. Places like Sidewinder, Derelict and Chiron TL34 were the sites of fierce battles where red and blue warriors fought for control of mankind’s future. The Blood Gulch Chronicles tell the story of the men stationed in a desolate outpost as they fight for control of the universe’s most strategic dry creek bed in the middle of a box canyon.

Sort of a Clerks meets video games kind of thing.

I keep a yellow legal pad on my desk at work for taking notes and the like. Somebody will call me, or I’ll call them or whatever, and I’ll carve out a little corner of space on the page. Frequently I’ll write down the callers name or where they’ll calling from because if I didn’t, I’d forget it instantly and because if I didn’t, I’d never be able to figure out which cryptic zen minimalist note or reminder to myself went with which person (often I can’t figure it out again anyway).

Sometimes I’m writing sideways or at an angle whatever I need to do to make the best use of the page, filling it with the most random string of words imaginable. Some times the page becomes dense with these notes. sometimes I’ll jump forward a page even though the previous page is only half full because I’m expecting I’ll have to take a lot of notes, and I want a clean space to work with. Within a day, two at the outside, these notes are already well on their way to being impossible to decipher. This legal pad is for short-term not long term memory.

Occasionally though, I will need to refer back to one of the notes I took. I’ll flip back, and when somebody calls again, likely as not I’ll just start taking notes on that previous page. So, as that page fills up, as they all inevitably do, I’ll flip forward expecting to find a brand new, pristine yellow page waiting for me. It’s always a shock when I find some of my notes on this new page. Notes by the way that I only half remember taking and that I can only just decipher:

www
zapdata.com
on-line
10¢ 1,000

It’s like some kind of bizarre note from myself in the future. A stocktrade that will set me up for life perhaps? In this case, it was fresh enough that did remember what it meant, and I could easily have dispensed with at least half of those lines and not lost the meaning. But, when I’m talking with a sales person (which I try not to do very much), I sometimes have to distract myself from the voices in my head telling me to Kill, Kill, Kill…

Maybe a little precious, but Kurt Halsy’s art work is really very nice.

Stolen from indogoblur who also pointed me to brittlestar below.

Oh, I totally want to go to a Quiet Party. There’s no talking allowed (or should that be aloud?). Rather, people are given paper and pens and have to scratch out little notes to each other.

Sounds great, but the real reason I’m blogging it is because of the killer comment from gottabefunky over on MeFi: So it’s kind of like a big game of Pictionary where the clue is “Sleep with me”.

Nice!

There are a few interesting tidbits in this ClickZ story, but mostly I’m just setting an anchor in case I ever want to find it again.