searching @ tastypopsicle.com
I've decided to open up the weblog archive. At one point is was closed off except to registered members due to an incident, However, that company has since closed its doors so they can just eat it. Use the search to find something that youmight be looking for. Maybe you'll find it.
weblog archive : september 2003
Also, I think you should check out some the projects at 52 Projects - something to do. Some of them sound like a lot of fun. Others sound like a lot of work. I choose fun over work.
"The icon was created by several artists, but it is the middle section, painted by an apprentice, that has a negative bio-field."
It tastes like Friendster
Web of deceit: Telling your true Friends from the Fake
If you build it, they will come. But don't expect them to play by the rules.
That's an Internet truism the folks who run Friendster.com can't quite bring themselves to accept. The Friendster site, which allows folks to create and expand networks of friends via the Internet, is one of the most clever online phenomena to come along in years. Even cleverer, however, are the attempts by some users to make Friendster far more wild and woolly than its founders ever imagined.
Without any advertising, Friendster.com has managed to snare more than 1.7 million personal profiles from users whose average age is 27. But what sets this "social network" Web site apart is that you can't just show up at this party -- you have to be invited to join.
Let's say your friend Joe invites you to join his Friendster network. If you agree, you then have access to the profiles of all of Joe's friends -- and their friends, and their friends (the maximum degree of separation is four).
Perhaps Friendster's most compelling aspect is that it allows you to do very specific searches among the profiles you are linked to. For example, if you move to Chicago, you can find an instant group of new pals by asking Friendster to show you the people in your network who are, say, between 23 to 28 years old and who live within 5 miles of your new hometown. Even more fascinating is the way you can actually see the chains of friendship that link you to each individual.
But once you start perusing the profiles of your new pals, you soon come across a fair number of Fakesters. It's easy for a member to create a fake profile and ask another Friendster, fake or real, to be friends with your "creation." I have a sneaking suspicion that that's how Jareth, King of the Goblins ("I enjoy stealing babies and tossing them in the air") got in my social network. Ditto for Brad Pitt, the City of Chicago and Kylie Minogue, all of whom have profiles on the site.
Bring up the Fakesters to Jonathan Abrams, the founder of Friendster, and he does not sound amused, to say the least.
"In any popular service, especially a new one, people are going to do silly stuff," he says. "A very small number of profiles have fake stuff in them."
So the truth squad has stepped in: Friendster has begun to eliminate profiles it deems fake. Star Trek's Borg Queen and the Giant Squid (favorite music: "the wailing of damned souls") are gone.
But a backlash is brewing. One Web site, z900.com/Fallen, is allowing Friendster members to post purged profiles on its site, and a group of exiles called Friendster Revolution recently established itself on Yahoo's discussion groups (its leaders: Pure Evil and Jesus).
"I ended up having a lot more friends through the Borg Queen than I did through my real profile," says the 32-year-old New Yorker who created her (he doesn't want his real name used, for fear that his real Friendster account will be deleted). "I thought Friendster was so fascinating, the way it mixed up real profiles and fake ones -- the fake ones just spiced it up as far as I was concerned."
The Borg Queen's creator says he and other disgruntled users have created a host of rogue profiles since the deletions began, some mocking Abrams personally. Friendster Revolutionaries also had planned to stage a protest when Abrams appeared at a dating-site panel hosted by Urban Singles in San Francisco on Thursday.
"I'm in marketing, and [creative Fakesters] are the kind of thing that creates buzz," he added. Abrams, he said, "could really work with these people and use them to his advantage."
And it's not as if Friendster is the first Web site to deal with unruly users. "It's all a matter of how you engage the community," says Craig Newmark, the founder of Craigslist.com, where the job ads, forums and personal ads attract millions of people every month. Newmark says his site is more or less self-policed by users, who "flag" members who may be creating problems; the site's staff then steps in and tries to resolve conflicts.
But perhaps the deletions are connected to Abrams' grand ambitions for Friendster: He says his goal is for Friendster to have 10 million users, and he also plans to eventually charge for certain aspects of the service.
"What we're trying to do is create a filter," says Abrams, 33, a Silicon Valley entrepreneur. "You don't want to go to a party or a bar where there are three million people. The whole point is to deliberately limit" the number and kind of people one individual is linked to.
Perhaps it's that whiff of elitism that has inspired Web wags to create an array of Friendster imitators, such as Introvertser, (www.gregstorey.com/airbag/introvertster), which allows you to "help your friends get a clue that you really don't like people or care for idle chit-chat," Enemyster is coming soon, but the parody site Fiendster.com is already up and running.
In another effort to subvert the system, a new site called Pretendster (www.tree-axis.com/pretendster) is allowing Friendsters to link to as many Pretendsters, or fake Friendster profiles, as they'd like, thereby allowing users to increase their friendship networks -- and brag about it. Just as downloading on Napster became almost a competitive sport a few years ago, acquiring huge Friendster networks seems to be a trend among the young and techno-savvy.
"In New York, pretty much anyone that you meet at a bar or a party -- there's a 30 percent chance that they're on Friendster," says Jeff Gramm, a musician and financial analyst in New York.
"I temped for three years, and I was always dying to find distractions on the Internet. It's kind of the perfect one," Gramm says.
Especially if you haven't heard from your old friend Brad Pitt lately.
Please post your favorites so we all can eNjoy!
So far, Big Pimpin' is pretty good.
We're getting a rabbit
9/11 - Two years later
Life with Mayor McCheese
Life with Bunny, I mean, Mayor McCheese, has been a roller-coaster of emotions these last 5 days. I've diagnosed him with Bunny Hyperactive Disorder (BHD) as he seems to be a little CrAzY. After purchasing a wonderful cage for our new friend we came to the thought that he may not be happy in it. After all, it's a cage and would you be happy in a cage? So we let him run around in our kitchen for the first couple of days. This proved to be messy as we hadn't yet purchased a litter box for it. At any rate, Sunday night we had everything all set up from him in the kitchen. He had a litter box and a bowl with water in it and some food in a dish and so much room to run around and play in. We even got one of those gate things that you put in a door-way to prevent a dog or a baby from escaping your home so that the Mayor would not be able to create chaos throughout the rest of our home.
Unfortunately, there is some room between the refrigerator and the wall. It found it's way to the back of a "rabbit hole" and proceeded to try to escape. You see, he couldn't possibly escape because it was just the back of the fridge, but he doesn't know that. He's a bunny. Nevertheless, the Mayor was determined to scratch his way to imaginary freedom. We quickly put a stop to this nonsense by fashioning some cardboard to block this path. Mayor McCheese was neither happy nor amused with these changes.
We went to bed that night hoping he would come to his senses and realize that he was stuck with us. That we were going to give him a happy home with love and kindness. However, this was not to be. At 4am I heard tremendous sounds coming from the kitchen. I went to see what trouble our bunny was causing. I was not amused with what I discovered. Litter and food were all over the floor and he had manged to topple our recycling bin so cans and containers were everywhere. He had also managed to gnaw away and some of our new cardboard barrier. I shook my head and went back to bed realizing that in a couple of hours I would need to be up to get ready for work and to clean up the mess he had made.
I learned a good lesson that night. For instance, the rabbit stays in his cage now. Like a prisoner doing hard time, we allow him to come out and play in the kitchen for a couple hours at night while we are home. I have also repositioned the gate so that it blocks the rabbit hole of freedom. These changes seem to be working at the moment. Soon he will learn that while he may be the Mayor, I am the Dictator.
I put up some more pictures of Mayor McCheese from the weekend (thank you Amy for taking most of them). I need to learn how to do some color correcting, though. Maybe, if I'm lucky, someone will teach me. Wink, wink. I let the Mayor out last night for a little bit and he seemed fine and well behaved - and then he peed on the floor. I think he did it just to mock me. Why bunny, why??
The Mayor and The Dictator
Oh and before I forget to mention it, congratulations to Amy!! Two of her pictures are being shown at her school. She submitted 3 pictures into an art exhibit and they chose two of them... I'm very, very proud of you, baby.
Last night we rented Wonder Boys - it's a movie about a writer whose a college professor and his relations with the people around him - and he (Michael Douglas' character) smokes a lot of weed. I highly suggest you see it if you haven't already mostly because all of the college scenes were shot on my alma mater's campus - Carnegie Mellon University. I can still remember being there while they were filming the movie. They were all over our campus. I had never really appreciated how much goes into making a movie - there we soooo many people. It was good to see the old college campus again. Sometimes I miss college - like when we used to drink 40's. That was fun.
And if you haven't been to the Explodingdog web site then you are missing out on some humorous drawings. I particularly eNjoyed one of yesterday's - i computered it
Ahhhhhhh HA HA HA LMFAO!!! Mushroom, mushroom!
And in sports: The White Sox have no chance to be the playoffs this year - they had the chance and then they just started losing. Meanwhile, our favorite team the Cubs (they're your favorite team too - so help me God) are once again tied for first in the NL Central. With 6 games left in the season it's still a tight race even with St. Louis 3.5 games back. The game plan is simple - keep winning!
The Cubs: National League Central Division Winners
Saturday evening the Chicago Cubs made it official - they are this year's National League Central Division winners. Milwaukee (the worst team in the NL Central) beat the Astros (the second to best team in the NL Central) 2 out of the 3 games in Houston. The Cubbies did the rest by winning 2 of their 3 games against the Pittsburgh Pirates. Whoo hoo!
Now, I'm not one to normally cheer against the Cubs, but I'm afraid that I need the Cubs to lose one of the next 3 games against the Atlanta Braves. Not all 3 and not even 2 - just one. You see, we have tickets to this Saturday's game IF the 5 game series against the Braves needs to go to game 4. You following me? Good, keep up now.
Enough of the Cubs for a moment. Let me tell you about Friday evening - the horrible, horrible evening it started out to be. It all began with the rain and the cold. Oh, how rainy and cold it was. I had so many places I need to go: pick up film for Amy, drop off the dry cleaning, maintain my sanity. it was all too much. And then it happened. How could it have happened? I was blessed with a flat tire out in Lombard. A kind man was trying to motion to me that I had a flat, however, I thought he was just a CrAzY guy in his car. I wish he was crazy, but he wasn't. So, on that cold, rainy evening I learned how to change a flat tire. I had everything I needed thankfully. It was only a matter of figuring out how it all worked together. It wasn't a happy moment in my life, but it did teach me a lot. For that I am grateful. If it ever happens again, though, I cannot be held responsible for my actions.
Mayor McCheese update: oh how he mocks me!! With his pooping and peeing and his eating and sleeping. Bunny Stew has never sounded so good.
The music that I'm groovin' to is - Norah Jones - or some crap like that
welcome.to.chicago :: 18 jun 2013 @ 2.02am CT