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March 4, 2011 — 11:15 pm
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End of an era

No, no…not poor old Jane Russell here, who fell off the twig this week, age 89. Bless her heart. There’s always something disturbing about visualizing the old age of people known primarily for their scorching hot sex appeal.

No, I mean Steamboat McGoo, who’s giving up blogging to spend more time at Denny’s. About his scorching hot sex appeal I do not wish to think.

If there’s one thing Ms Russell and Mr McGoo had in common, it was an almost mystical belief in the redemptive power of the booby.

G’wan over and wish the old coot well.

Me, I’ve got a routine blood draw tomorrow, so I’ve had nothing but oatmeal all day, nothing but water from now until morning, and no booze tonight. In a word, meh.

March 3, 2011 — 10:59 pm
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The more you know…

Did you know, Providence, RI is the home of the diner? I did. And then I forgot. And then my mother-in-law called up all excited to tell me it, after she heard it on the radio late last night.

It says here, Walter Scott pulled a horse-drawn wagon up in front of the offices of the Providence Journal and sold plain grub to the newspapermen in 1872.

It’s hard to believe that was the first time anyone pulled food by horse and cart to a line of hungry men, but Providence is jealous of the title, so humor them. To this day, there are a bajillion excellent vintage diners in and around Providence. I’m pretty sure I’ve hit every one on this list.

The American Diner Museum isn’t actually a museum yet, but they’re working to restore a couple of old classics. Some neat info there, including a list of diners for sale. I totally think you should buy one.

The diner in the picture is still going strong in Pawtucket, Rhode Island. I used to live in Pawtucket — Land o’ Limericks — and many’s a hearty Saturday breakfast I’ve eaten at the Modern. Mmmm-mmm!

No idea who the old geezer in the picture is. I stole it off somebody’s blog or Flickr stream or something. His name is Bob, apparently.

Everybody, wave to Bob!

— 12:51 am
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Aw, adorable stoat baby

My new all-singing, all-dancing, 64-bit butt kicker graphic computer has allowed me to revisit all kinds of funness. Like Second Life.

I opened an account at Second Life four years ago (long-time readers almost certainly will not remember Monkeyface McShavedperson). But my old computer and my busy life meant I didn’t spend much time at it.

So, take two. New computer, no life. Until I am clever enough to build my own avatar, I had to buy one. Closest I could get to a stoat was this here albino ferret. Close but not quite right.

Fortunately, I was able to upload some graphics that were a little more…me. Here’s my game face.

I’ve already made one girl scream. Yay!

Anyhow, that’s the signal characteristic of Second Life — users can make things. There’s a simple 3D builder program and scripting language built in, and you can upload images and textures (for a small fee). It’s lead to a thriving online economy in virtual objects. A sort of Market of Weirdness.

Of course, this also makes SL laggy and hinky. You have to stand in one place for a while before you’ve downloaded all the custom objects and textures and your surroundings settle down a little.

The real appeal? I take a sneaking pleasure overhearing conversations, especially between users who have voice enabled. It’s like the old days when the phone lines would go fuckup and you could listen to a mystery conversation between strangers miles away. I’m not proud of this.

Also, people seem to love to say “Stooooateeeee.” I am proud of this.

Oh, and no cracks about furries, m’kay? At least a few SL persons frequent this blog and they’ve been very kind to me (to them, a promise — I will never, ever wear my game face on the nice side of town).

Also, it’s in the back of my mind I might some day make my living crafting really good furry porn.

March 2, 2011 — 12:09 am
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