Take a moment and read the above story. It's an amazing and downright soul-filling story about Panic's Audion product, an MP3 player that came out before iTunes -- and was the first shareware I paid money for. I've always thought Panic was a set of cool guys with a lot of class, and this just confirms it. I'll miss Audion, but I'm enjoying a lot of their other software, and hope to do so in the future.
Yeah! Mr. Covered Justice, The Crusader against Calico Cats, the Troubador of "Let The Eagle Soar", the Biggest Peeping Tom In The World, is leaving the building!
Of course, his resignation letter shows just how trapped he is in a combination Edward Scissorhands/Dr. Strangelove movie reality, but what they heck, as long as he goes... who am I to argue.
I wonder... you think we can get him to talk about precious bodily fluids?
I came home Wednesday, passed out, woke up at 4:30 Thursday morning, and found... my computer complaining about my hard drive being full.
Now, I've got 3 hard drives: a 60 Gig and 2 16 gigs for the system drives. To fill up 90+ gigs is a little extreme, even for me. But I hadn't picked up my Audio Hijack streams in a while. Several months, to be exact.
Nothing like being busy to keep your mind occupied.
So, I decided to go and get a 250GB hard drive and get that going, while at the same time trying to find a new way to cut back on audio.
And then I got a message for Firesign Theatre's new podcast....
I'm a doomed man.
But alas, we shouldn't: primarily because we're not all one or another, no matter what the politics may think.
Actually, the map above is quite interesting: note that there are a number of pure red areas, and a number of pure blue areas, but not where you think: the "blue states" are very mixed, while the "red states" tend towards the extremes. In texas, we've got some very, very blue areas towards the bottom, and some very red areas at the top. Alabama and Mississippi have some extreme blue parts, especially around the cities and the Missippi river. And one county in South Dakota, next to Nebraska, is more blue than San Francisco. Definitely take a look.
For those of us feeling a little depressed by the recent election, the above should serve as a quick reminder: Darwin tends to win in the end.
The election was a bust, granted; it was close, 48% or something to Kerry, 52% to the Shrub. And I'm disappointed. No, more than that: shocked. Amazed. Frankly, annoyed. And pissed off.
What does it take to convince people that might doesn't make right? What does it take to convince people that Christianity isn't the only religion? What does it take to convince people that they're being flim-flammed by a fast-talking group of morally bankrupt suits?
But aside from that: why is every freaking Democratic group saying things like "work together", "build on this foundation", and crap like that? There's a time to be a grown up, and for the next day or two, I am *not* going to be bridging any gaps. Dammit, I don't want to be part of any group right now, especially this one we call America.
It may be the most adult thing to do, but that doesn't mean I want to do it right this minute. The last time I felt this helpless, a teacher was attempting to flunk me because I'd put something in the college paper derogatory to the chancellor.
So, give me a few before I start building a bridge. Especially don't hand me a hammer, I might do something nasty with it.
I decided to get an early start on voting today. I figured 6, maybe 6:15 should be enough.
There were at least 150 people ahead of me.
By the time the polls had opened, the line stretched from my point, well over the 150 foot limit for canvassing, across the front of the grade school that I vote at, and down to the road it fronts on. I couldn't *see* past that.
When I left at 7:50 this morning, the line was still back to the road, a minimum of 600 feet. I estimated around 600-1000 people.
It's these times I'm proud to be in a democratic country. No kidding aside, no cynicism, just plain pride. For once in this country, people are voting.
I hope we see more of it.