"America really doesn't give a s*** about New Orleans. We forget. The bridge that collapsed [in Minnesota] -- it's gone, it's yesterday's news. The miners -- if they're not digging a sixth hole, we forget about them. We as a society, we really don't give a damn," Ventura said.

Even our assclown of a president has forgotten New Orleans.

I don't see him making any more bullshit speeches about promising to "rebuild our city" while standing in front of an American flag and broken homes and wearing a button-up shirt with no tie and rolled up sleeves, as if the cluster fuck that is his domestic policy is actually "working" on the problem.

Tale of two cities: Biloxi and New Orleans - CNN.com

Me: Did you hear about that Senator pleading guilty
Bryan: You lose a little street cred when your a republican and you try to bang another guy in the mens room.

(Late night) Quotes at work

"Smoking prevalence has dropped dramatically, and, likewise, most head and neck cancers have declined in incidence. Cancers at the base of the tongue and tonsil are increasing or have remained stagnant. We're not seeing the reduction in incidence that we would have expected," said study author Dr. Erich Sturgis, an associate professor of head and neck surgery and epidemiology at the University of Texas M.D. Anderson Cancer Center, in Houston.

The study authors suspect the reason may be orally transmitted HPV infections.

"Just as cervical cancer is the outcome of a sexually transmitted disease, as are most anal and penile cancers, people need to be aware that they can get throat or tongue cancer as the consequence of a sexually transmitted disease," said Sturgis. "Oral sex can't be considered safe sex."

... ... HAHAHAHA! Wow.

Oral Sex Implicated in Some Throat and Neck Cancers

I got a chance to met Ben Livshits after my web worm talk at BH where we had a discussion about these detection techniques (and why McCabe complexity diagrams are too coarse). I'm finally getting around to reading his paper.

Spectator: Detection and containment of JavaScript worms

I absolutely expected to be fired today. Instead I was applauded.

Life = teh good.

Hip hop + House = Hell Yeah.

Kanye West and Daft Punk - Stronger

You know that dream where you are standing in front of a large group of people. You are giving a lecture. And you look down and you realize you aren't wearing pants. And then you look at the screen and you don't understand what you are supposed to be presenting on.

Yeah. That kind of sums up my Summercon experience.

Only I was wearing pants. I think. Yeah, I most likely had pants.

And I knew what I was supposed to talk about. How well I articulated is another matter.

But I don't fully remember giving the presentation. Something about source code mutation? Anyone? Bueller?

...

I don't drink beer. Why does my laptop smell like beer?

...

I vaguely recall something about screwing with spammers by throttling SMTP transactions, but it seems that talk was mixed with a detailed discussion of Scotch, and why Whisky doesn't have an "e"

When was it that you sold your life or wasted
Every bite of that small slice you never tasted
I guess I should be one to talk
There's nights that I can't even walk
There's days I couldn't give a fuck
And in between is where I'm stuck

Mr. Chainsaw

My parents are both science teachers: which means they always ruined the secrets to magic tricks, they forced me to identify every tree by leaf and bark type, and we always created our own versions of ‘science-y’ toys. We used to cook our Easy-Bake Oven meals with foil and a light bulb, and created our own slime with cornstarch and food coloring.

And, when we wanted our own shrinkable art, did we get the sweet pre-printed HeMan or Strawberry Shortcake sheets? Nope. We freehanded it on blank sheets of plastic, and copying the designs from coloring books. (Luckily, neither of my parents could draw, or else we might have had hand drawn versions of those, too.)

The process is simple. I don’t know what kind of Shrinky Dinks are available, if any, but I’ll always be able to make some on my own… I guess my parents actually taught me something. Nuts.

The website continues with steps on how to make your own personal shrinky dinks from recycled plastics.

A blast from the past.

DIY Shrinky Dinks.

JAPAN! (as in a personal invite to go speak at BH Japan)
HOUSE! (as in a 4 bedroom 2.5 bath in Roswell, closing is on Sept 24th)

But not JAPAN HOUSE! That would just be silly. I've never been to Asia before. I've never owned a house before. Two cherries in one day! I'm a life's experiences whore!

[Does HR inappropriate victory dance...]