Howdy, partners. Got another link for you.
Garfield minus Garfield.
From the site's heading/synopsis:
"Garfield Minus Garfield is a site dedicated to removing Garfield from the Garfield comic strips in order to reveal the existential angst of a certain young Mr. Jon Arbuckle. It is a journey deep into the mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against loneliness and depression in a quiet American suburb."
Great Idea. Who would have known that Jon was such a sad, lonely man.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Cowbell
When Al Gore invented the internet, he opened the door to vast potential. Here was an invention capable of great things; it seemed the sky was truly the limit. However, in years that followed, practical applications worthy of the internet's upside were few and far between. For every YouTube, alas, there were thirty GeoCities sites devoted to Hillary Duff.
Indeed, as we float along the endless river of virtual fecal matter, we are occasionally able to pull ourselves up from the cesspool, clinging onto the hope that one day, the internet will be used as it rightly should. This blog, of course, is one of those glimmers of hope. But today, my friends, I have been shown another.
What you see here embedded in this blog is a little miracle I have assembled using the site www.morecowbell.dj. Let it sink in. That's right. It's the Doug theme song with copious amounts of cowbell and Christopher Walken clips added to it. This website lets you upload any song from your computer, and gives it the Cowbell/Walken treatment. If you don't think that's the greatest idea of all time, you're reading the wrong blog. Play with it for a while. I think you'll agree with me.
Thank you Alex Romansky for showing me the light.
Indeed, as we float along the endless river of virtual fecal matter, we are occasionally able to pull ourselves up from the cesspool, clinging onto the hope that one day, the internet will be used as it rightly should. This blog, of course, is one of those glimmers of hope. But today, my friends, I have been shown another.
| Make your own at MoreCowbell.dj | ||
What you see here embedded in this blog is a little miracle I have assembled using the site www.morecowbell.dj. Let it sink in. That's right. It's the Doug theme song with copious amounts of cowbell and Christopher Walken clips added to it. This website lets you upload any song from your computer, and gives it the Cowbell/Walken treatment. If you don't think that's the greatest idea of all time, you're reading the wrong blog. Play with it for a while. I think you'll agree with me.
Thank you Alex Romansky for showing me the light.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Letter to the Editor I sent the Daily Campus
On the surface, the 2008 school year started like the other three I have been privy to in my tenure here at UConn: Moving back in, seeing old friends, and readjusting to the grind of an academic workload. However, three things in particular have left me quite agitated. What am I talking about?
Let's address grievance number one in mystery novel fashion. I am sending this letter to the editor via Gmail. Why would I, a UConn student, disregard my Huskymail so? Maybe because it's terrible. It's so slow, in fact, that I have been interjecting tasks in between perusing my e-mail, so as to reduce down time. For example: Open inbox, make breakfast. Click on an e-mail, take a shower. Send a reply, solve the Riemann zeta-hypothesis. Huskymail is so slow, if I sent this e-mail from my student account, I could beat it to campus in a footrace. The whole new Students page is the same way. Slow, faulty, won't work in Bookworms, (haven't tried elsewhere on campus, but I'm not hopeful), you get the point.
Agitated by the futility of the Students page, I head to campus for my classes. I turn into W Lot, just as I have for the past two years. Only this year, I pull into the lot to find a scene reminiscent of all the cars trying to leave New York City in Independence Day. My bus comes and goes as I drive around in circles looking for a spot. I bite the bullet and park in the employee lot in the very back of W, operating under the assumption that being on time to class is somewhat important. Thus far, I have not been ticketed (thank you, UConn parking. I mean that). I already paid 86 dollars for my commuter pass, so 35 a pop for parking tickets does not appeal to me. Parking services informs me that the lot won't clear up until about the 25th, and that there are spots in F lot, behind Dunkin Donuts. No. I like W Lot. It's on the way, and it has buses that go where I'm going.
Dejected, I later take solace in the fact that I get to eat lunch. God bless America. I enter the dining hall only to find good ol' UConn has gone trayless. I do my best Ringling Bros. balancing act, which I will explain in detail. My silverware is in my pocket. My plate, full of food, now acts as my tray. I put a salad bowl on my plate, covering it in ketchup and other messy amenities later to end up on my shirt. A former two-drink diner, I hold my one drink in my hand as I pray that no one bumps me, starting an impromptu mid-90s kid's movie food fight. If this is the best we can do to go Green, I'm buying a H3.
I'll close by saying exactly what I said to my TV during the UConn/Temple football game. Come on UConn. You're better than that.
Let's address grievance number one in mystery novel fashion. I am sending this letter to the editor via Gmail. Why would I, a UConn student, disregard my Huskymail so? Maybe because it's terrible. It's so slow, in fact, that I have been interjecting tasks in between perusing my e-mail, so as to reduce down time. For example: Open inbox, make breakfast. Click on an e-mail, take a shower. Send a reply, solve the Riemann zeta-hypothesis. Huskymail is so slow, if I sent this e-mail from my student account, I could beat it to campus in a footrace. The whole new Students page is the same way. Slow, faulty, won't work in Bookworms, (haven't tried elsewhere on campus, but I'm not hopeful), you get the point.
Agitated by the futility of the Students page, I head to campus for my classes. I turn into W Lot, just as I have for the past two years. Only this year, I pull into the lot to find a scene reminiscent of all the cars trying to leave New York City in Independence Day. My bus comes and goes as I drive around in circles looking for a spot. I bite the bullet and park in the employee lot in the very back of W, operating under the assumption that being on time to class is somewhat important. Thus far, I have not been ticketed (thank you, UConn parking. I mean that). I already paid 86 dollars for my commuter pass, so 35 a pop for parking tickets does not appeal to me. Parking services informs me that the lot won't clear up until about the 25th, and that there are spots in F lot, behind Dunkin Donuts. No. I like W Lot. It's on the way, and it has buses that go where I'm going.
Dejected, I later take solace in the fact that I get to eat lunch. God bless America. I enter the dining hall only to find good ol' UConn has gone trayless. I do my best Ringling Bros. balancing act, which I will explain in detail. My silverware is in my pocket. My plate, full of food, now acts as my tray. I put a salad bowl on my plate, covering it in ketchup and other messy amenities later to end up on my shirt. A former two-drink diner, I hold my one drink in my hand as I pray that no one bumps me, starting an impromptu mid-90s kid's movie food fight. If this is the best we can do to go Green, I'm buying a H3.
I'll close by saying exactly what I said to my TV during the UConn/Temple football game. Come on UConn. You're better than that.
Monday, September 1, 2008
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