The Browsers and The Browsed

I was using the Camino (formerly Chimera) browser, which is based on Mozilla, the basis for Netscape and so forth. But I gave up on a new version coming out, and switched to Safari. Shortly before noticing that there’s a new Camino out. We’ll see which I stick with.

And as to things you can do with that software, I’ve read two web comics recently about violence, lust, and jealousy. One of them is not at all funny and is called Three Men. The other is called
Something Positive, and it’s both funny and wicked.

You All Suck

I hate everybody. I hate overly sincere leftists who think the word ” phallus makes them smarter than anyone. I am particularly annoyed by stupid knee-jerk right-wingers and their Gipper-loving, France-bashing, not-very-funny sense of humor. Oh, sure, garden-variety stupidity always pisses me off too. But there’s nothing like a war to bring out my dislike of humanity.

I may have said this before, but I distrust human nature so much it’s almost Catholic, except without the redemption part.

Hypermediocrity

I’m totally obsessed with fischerspooner right now. Some of the stuff (Emerge, in particular, with the rather encouraging lyrics “you don’t need to emerge from nothing, you don’t need to tear away”) is fantastic and uplifting and just fun dance music. But what grabbed me first was the same trashy, brazen attitude I liked in artists like Peaches and Gravy Train. The song Mega Colon absolutely epitomizes the aesthetic: a sultry woman’s voice singing a song you’d otherwise attribute to a fourth-grade boy. Literally, pottymouthed.

It reminds me of this rant in Vice Magazine awhile back about how the only guys who think thong underwear is sexy are the ones who still think girls don’t poo.

In related news, a black hole is born, and feces befoul our fair parks, our dainty knees, our family homes, and our innocent, sacrosanct childhood memories. Of course we’re going to sue someone about it.

Oh, The Humanity

A friend pointed me to a carefully written, well-balanced article about the war and the left. It hurts that it is such a rare thing to see a journalist really consider an issue like this, with really legitimate pro and con arguments: is the suffering of war greater than, or less than, the suffering of the citizens of Iraq?

The author has a really good point: this is the one of the most difficult cases since Stalin– it’s not clear-cut like a lot of the others were. But you don’t see a lot of acknowledgement of complexity at all. Maybe I’m suffering from lone moderate syndrome, but I’m much more used to seeing the clueless sort of protestor. And what could be more evocative of current politics than a guy who chains himself to the wrong building?

Could be worse. You could be the Slut of Ronkonkoma.

Foom

Since I live so close to work, I went home for lunch today and decided to make some toasted cheese-topped open sandwiches. I turned the oven to preheat, and began slicing cheese so forth. A minute or two later, I opened the oven, which had apparently suffered from a lack of oxygen: the gas was on, but not lit, until I opened the door. Then, air rushed in and the gas could ignite. Along with most of the hair on my forearms. Whoo.