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"Losing Lois Lane"

Superman, dumped by Lois Lane, moves in with Jimmy Olsen. Great Superfiends/Justice League gags abound.

I gave blood today, and while I was bleeding into a plastic bag for the benefit of five anonymous folks, I got to thinking...

Remember old-fashioned shareware? You don't see much of it of consequence around these days, but in the days of BBSes and the early Internet it was a tidy business, working smoothly for the mutual benefit of both users and programmers.

The classic model of shareware has mostly vanished in this age of Digital Rights Management, product activation, registration codes longer than your arm, and Paypal links. The basic idea was that if you got hold of a piece of software, you could try the whole thing out for free. If you liked it, you could - on the honor system, mind you, most of the software wasn't crippled or limited in any way - send the author a few dollars for hir work.

I decided that I'd like to release my fully functional blood as "Share-Blood." As with the above model, any of you potential accident victims can have full normal access to the unit of my blood that is now in the system. If you get into an accident in the future, you're in the Long Island area, and you're compatible with blood type A+, you may benefit from my regular blood donations. In that case, throw me a sawbuck next time you see me, and we'll call it even.

This will also be on the honor system. I see no reason why this plan shouldn't make me instantly rich while still enabling me to valiantly claim that I'm saving lives.

Remember, I'm only asking for a small amount of money. Isn't your life worth it?

If this doesn't work out as planned, I may have to somehow limit the functionality of the free version of my blood, or implement some sort of banner ads.

THE RESCUE TOASTER IS MINE!!!@#$%^&*

I'm going to adapt this model kit to fit what he looked like in Sealab 2021. Get him a little broom, maybe a necklace made of teeth...

...resulted in my new status as part of a Coven.

It may be a while before I can find the words to describe it.

My deepest thanks to all involved.

"In The Corner" is the drum-and-bass product of more than a little stagnant melancholy.

Vocal clip snagged from FF8, which may never be as fun for me as it once was.

I feel a bit better now I've vented that. Maybe I can actually get some sleep.

MC Chris tour dates

The 19th at 11pm has no cover, age 21+. The 22nd at 5pm has a $10 cover, but is all ages.

Who wants to go with?

There is mysterious new content for Grey-Fire in the works. While that cooks, have a redesign...

Someone once criticized my personal site, claiming I get too "personal" on it.

After all, I blather on about crappy jobs I've had. I talk about my history with public education. I open up about my faith, which isn't what you'd call mainstream. My activities in the hacker community are evident. My interest in subjects which may push other people's buttons is out there, for all the world to see. I run an obsessive fansite for a cartoon. I'm regularly photographed with people who some would not let near their children. I gibber about my politics; in fact just this very morning I playfully referred to our esteemed Secretary of State as "the twunt."

So I was asked, "If you want people to come to you for web jobs and computer stuff, how do you expect to do that when they can see all this about you?" (Of course, this is being asked of me when I'm caught up in way more gigs than I thought I'd get, while I'm actually at the point of turning down offers I just don't have enough time for...)

I'm very interested in what you all may think about this issue. Please comment to this post (on my own site please, the pages on the LJ feed aren't permanent and I don't always get those comments) and let me know your opinions on the subject. Comment anonymously if you like, either way I'd love to learn what you think.

How personal is too personal on a personal site?

New Year's in TImes Square: the good...

• Asking a cop where the trash was, but there was none nearby, leading to the only time in my life I ever littered... under direct orders from a police officer to do so.
• Landing a great spot in the crowd.. Broadway, just behind 47th.
• Meeting a gang of cute tourist girls from Chicago who borrowed my coat... all at once.
• Sitting down for an hour in the middle of Broadway, and not getting run over.
• The look of pure joy on a little girl's face when I gave her a glowstick.
• The world's cutest couple right behind me, celebrating their recent engagement.
• Started a decennial tradition.. now I know what my plans are for 2015.
• (Guilty Pleasure Alert) I do kinda dig that song where Lindsay Lohan bitches about how miserable she is being famous (from her debut album, the purpose of which is to make her even famous-er) and she actually performed it well live.  She can lip-synch sing!  Maybe one day, if she tries really hard, she can be an actress as well.
• They piped Jay Leno's monologue to the Jumbotron, and it was mostly one of his rare good ones.
• Losing count of how many cute tourists asked me to photograph them.
• My first food eaten in 2005 being a hot dog and sausage off a pushcart.. RAWK!
• I am now the proud owner of a green confetti circle.
• Happy strangers sharing the weird NYC-style "We sure are all doing this thing here now!" fellowship that I've only ever seen at New Year's, Halloween, and protests.
• Mot of the cops were in a good mood.
• One of the guests was a 100-year-old woman who was one of the original Ziegfeld Follies girls.
• This one guy who was happily jumping, bouncing, and raving to every song they piped us.. even the old Chuck Berry classics.
• Spending the time with my favorite City.

The bad...

• Spending all but an hour on my feet, from detraining at 3:44 PM to retraining at 1:46 AM.
• Sitting in the street teaches one that Broadway is not good to the seat of one's trousers.
• 90% of cute tourist ladies have boyfriends, and the other 10% have girlfriends.
• Colin Fucking Powell got to push the ball-dropping button, the twunt.
• My damn laser pointer died before I got to do anything fun with it.
• Some dunderheaded cast members from a Beach-Boys-based musical, utterly murdering the Beach Boys' music.
• Having to administer eyedrops to myself in a packed crowd while being bumped around.
• Whoever kept sparking up the pot, without considering all the kids and non-potheads around.
• Why the Hell, Michigan would New York City's New Year's Eve party arrange to pipe in Jay Leno live from California, rather than New York City's Letterman show?
• Whoever that bearded git was they had doing the mic work.
• The fact that they kept pushing the whole "Let's have the Olympics here in 2012!" thing, my take on which is (and I quote) "Screw that right in the ear."
• The few cops who were appreciably more assholey than they had to be.
• The unearthy combination of solids, liquids, and gases resulting from shoe removal upon arriving home.
• I loaded up on salty jerky and stuff beforehand since bathroom breaks are not an option, and I'm still fairly dehydrated.
• Nobody to New Years kiss.

And the ugly...

• Some drunk girl in the Olive Garden repeatedly flashing Broadway. I hope photos of that turn up online... there were certainly enough snapped, and I'm curious how one would live that one down. Not so much the flashing, as the flashing in the Olive Garden...