Category Archives: Information Stupor Highway

Idiocy on the internet.

Reader Appreciation: A Short Follow-Up

Thank you to the readers who, within a week of my last reader appreciation post regarding jew midgets, found the site by searching for “muscley midgets” and “annoying jews.” I feel like we’re covering a lot of ground here.

Oops, I Just Spammed Myself

Fucking technology. I just spammed myself. Look down.

See that post called 19 January, 2011 22:58? I didn’t write that. My email did. My blog host, WordPress, offers posting-by-email. And YahooMail has shitty security. Put those together and you get me spamming my own blog.

I broke the link so you won’t click on it and virusize yourself, but I couldn’t resist keeping the post up. Moral of the story: Fucking technology.

Reader Appreciation: You’ve come to the right place

Thanks to the reader who found the site by searching
jew midgets.”

Reader Appreciation: Yeah! Fuck ’em!

Thanks to the reader who found the site today by searching “fuck clouds.”

I know, right?

Thanks, also, to the readers who’ve noticed and noted my recent output decline.  I been rasslin’ with a sudden surge in work that people actually pay for and it’s done a number on my priorities. In the new year I look forward to reattaining some sort of equilibrium and in due time I’ll be back on the Superhighway honking away at oncoming traffic.

Until then, friends, I’ll leave you with this. Eat up:

The Closest I’ll Ever Get to Barack Obama

Yours truly, in good company along the margins of the LinkedIn profile of someone I don’t even know. I’d be quite interested to know what algorithm could generate such an absurd professional juxtaposition as myself and our esteemed Commander in Chief.

Must be the Harvard connection. He got his Law degree there in 1991. Ten years later I got my lip pierced at a mall down the street.

Fundraising the Old Fashioned Way, the New Fashioned Way

I don’t like panhandlers. Because they make me feel like a jerk. Because I’m usually too selfish/heartless/lazy/jaded to help them. And anyway, face to face interaction is so outdated. That’s why I like Craig Rowin’s direct but distant digital approach. Plus, when someone asks for an (M)-note instead of a dollar it means that when I say “Sorry, guy, I don’t have it,” I’m not 100% lying. I can pat my pockets all I want. It’s not showing up. Ever.

That gives me an idea for a video.

Worst (Best) URL of the Week

I know I’ve been delinquent this week. And that this ought to be a Google Game. But this is worth it, I promise.

I was on the phone with Hertz rental car. Well, on hold with Hertz rental car, that is. And an automatic message was explaining to me all the better ways of dealing with Hertz than trying to get them on the phone. I could go online, the voice told me. Or, if I were on a smartphone, I could use their mobile site, by visiting
hertz 2 go.com.

Say that out loud.

Hertz. 2. Go.

I was cracking up when the operator finally came on the line. Where were your marketing people on that one? Freaking hilarious.

Reader Appreciation: You Are One.

Thanks to the reader who found the site by searching “ways to find out whether i am a nerd?

You are one, trust me. But you’re among friends. Welcome, and please come back again. Nerd.

Die Antwoord, Die

I know I should be over it by now, but I’m just not. It kills me — a deep down painful kind of death — that Die Antwoord got famous.

I first heard about them from my friend Brian on his blog in February. (I feel compelled to clarify, if you see my comments on the post, that I was quoting the song. Which sucks. For the record.) Meme soon spread, garnering the group’s YouTube videos millions of hits in a few weeks. By May they were opening for MIA and had signed with fucking Interscope. Now they’re returning to NYC to headline at Live Nation’s 600-seat Gramercy (nee Blender) Theater tomorrow night.

With them returns my ire over the power of the internet and the ever obscuring causes of popularity.

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Facebook and the Lost Art of Storytelling

I’m a storyteller. I love weaving a yarn, on the pages of a magazine, or over coffee with a friend. But today’s constant flow of information makes it hard to get the drop on a juicy tale, and that goes for  good gossip as well as hard news. I find myself constantly scooped, even among friends and family.

Here, in brief, storytelling in the Facebook age:

Person 1: I was at Jason’s wedding this weekend.
Person 2: I know.
Person 1: Oh. Well, it was a beautiful wedding.
Person 2: Yeah, I saw the pictures
Person 1: I didn’t know you were friends.
Person 2: We’re not.
Person 1: But you saw pictures?
Person 2: You looked fat.

Person 1: Hey, my college friend Rachel had a baby!
Person 2: Is it a boy or a girl?
Person 1: Oh man, I don’t even know!
Person 2: It’s a boy. Get on Facebook.

Person 1: Big news! I called to tell you I–
Person 2: I know.

And they all lived virtually ever after. The end.