I got my first computer around the age of 12. An Apple ][c. Sweet ass green screen, five and a quarter floppy, hex code hacks ripped from the latest copy of Computist never far away.
Yes, I was once a social retard. Yes, I have actually had sex since. Yes, sometimes even with other people.
Around 16 I found a new kind of green, and a few thousand days of gravity bongs and crazy trains obscured my interest in computers. Until around 1997 when I got sick of managing nightclubs and decides that whole dot.com thing actually had some legs. Taught myself enough Web 1.5 lingo to Kei-shuffle my way into a gig with an e-commerce blah blah blah bloo and ended up using Windows for years and years…and years.
Then about 2 years ago, well into my self-education towards the code cowboy you read before you, I rediscovered the wonder of Apple through the beauty of OS X. Better integration of applications. Extra features in the Adobe suite. Scriptable everything. Standards based UI design. And, sweet sweetness, it ran on BSD. 20 years past and I had come full geeky circle home. I still keep a couple of Windows boxes around for gaming and running evil Internet experiments against The Man, but I wholly endorse Mac OS X as the best damn design, development and all purpose entertainment environment ever realized.
Except for one thing.
There’s no standard keyboard shortcut to maximize a window.
What Cupertino fuck ducked the smack with the obvious hammer and forget to include this as a cross-app standard feature? The world may never know.
Anyway, probably an oldie but goodie to some, but I’ve recently started using Many Trick’s Witch, a sweet OS X app carousel replacement that allows maximization of minmizooted + a couple more windows management ninja tricks. It’s done much to abate my, though thinly veiled, ever present computer generated angst. Check it.
What seemed like a thousand gathered in San Francisco’s Justin Herman Plaza yesterday for a Valentine’s Day flash mob pillow fight. Lady Miss Meg, Pretty Vikki, Duetz, Nifamatic, Sherri + KrisTimesTen and I threw down. I got a stack of pictures I’ll post later, plus a few minutes of video before a woman in an orange bunny suit knocked me to the ground.
Behold the giggling screaming sweating moshing laughing feathered mob of fun bags.
Update: Nifamatic’s written up a great play by play of the events here.
Fall Out Boy “Infinity on High” Showtune Emo Punk Funk
I never dug these guys before. In fact, I thought they sucked.
But I was listening to Dr. Drew on the radio the other day, with them as guests hosts talking to 15 year olds about the herpes, giving advice on the best methods of fostering a healthy masturbation addiction and playing a couple of tracks from their latest album, Infinity on High.
Now, call me a punk showtune anthem lovin’ Nancy boy, but I’ll be damned if this disc doesn’t seriously fucking crush. These boys are longer & smoother on crunchy chords, wailing guitars, angst fed Broadway lyrics + emo soul metal funk pop hooks than my magnificient high school mullet flowing out the window of that candy red ‘74 Impala: cheesy as they come, but honest nonetheless.
For the hair impaired and otherwise, and until someone sues me, check out this track:
It’s common knowledge the battle between pirates and ninjas is an ancient rivalry predating the birth of Christ, the extinction of the dinosaurs and that first scene in the X-Files movie where the caveman gets his ass kicked by the Great Gazoo’s evil big brother.
But a lesser known truth is that this deep racial hatred, somehow, borne a secret and forbidden love. Some faithful night saw a stealthy shuriken chucking badass and his swarthy eye-patched partner getting busy like Humpty in a Burger King bathroom.
The result: a Ninja Pirate! A Pirate Ninja! A Ninrate! A Pirja! An…um…
Whatever. Anyway, a celebration of this unholiest of dark spawns is now available at Starzan Tees, born, bred and raised by Tara and her man Patrick…and home of the best shirt ever.
