Somehow I doubt their commitment to Sparkle Motion.

Though I went in search of this site while thinking of this line, I was dumb and did not come up with the obvious blog tagline; that was Czeltic Girl who helped me out.

As Peter over at Headless Hollow might say, I am increasing the pollination of this chart:

[BB-Blog]: Modern web design pie chart.

BB got it from Yesbutnobutyes, who got it from Screenhead, and they told two friends, etc.

Production Jeff: “I think that yellow area is a little small.”

To be frank, I’ve got a lot to say, but no time to say it. I’ll be leaving in a couple of weeks for the National Stage Combat Workshop in Las Vegas, and before that happens I have a whole pile of mundane bullshit of which to take care [awk].

Meanwhile, I’ve been casually discussing ethics, morality, sexism in comics, application usability, and porn (with no fewer than three co-workers). All of these co-ed ruminations have resulted in plenty of mind-meat, but work prevails, much like England.

New design and all new words coming soon, I guarantee.

The restroom sinks at my workplace are deep half-spheres made of shiny, polished metal set in a tan wooden counter over which hangs, somewhat cheerlessly, a simple metal tube of a faucet. If one places one’s hands below counter level within the basin, the sink is functional as a normal sink would be. But more often, my co-workers are careless with their post-relief ablutions. This results in pooled water across the remarkably level surface of the counter, which could eventually warp the counter but is also unsightly and inconvenient if one brushes against it in the course of restroom business.

There are many complaints about these sinks. They range from derision of the design to outright anger at its users. I choose to see these sinks as a metaphor for humanity’s great diversity. Without going into detail, as I am already verbose, I will sum it up for you, the Steelbuddha reader.

There are those who use the sink properly to avoid splashing.
There are those who splash some, but clean up when they are finished.
There are those who are careless and leave their mark in puddles.

There are those who clean up the mess whether they made it or not.
There are those who seek to get others to clean their mess through group chastisement.
There are those who leave the mess, claiming not to have time or mental space.

There are those who suffer silently.
There are those who actively seek out the offenders.
There are those who passively assume the offenders.

I may have missed my calling as a sociologist.

This little Flash animation sort of represents how I feel this week after my crash course in Flash production.

The folks who brought you Left Behind, which an uncle bought for me but I never read, have created an RTS game where you control the “troops” of either God or the Anti-Christ — from a lofty omnipotent perch, mind you. The minds of Metfailter weighed in in their typical humorous but thought-provoking fashion.

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A comment from Kotaku’s review of the game at E3:

I was equally surprised to discover that “God of War” is a fantastic game, even though I kind of felt like they were trying to shove their Greek gods on me. I couldn’t believe that I ended up actually killing one of them as part of the plot.

I don’t know too much about those Odyssey-thumpers, but they sure seem to like blood and boobs. A LOT.

When I played God of War, I made MHG giggle more than once with my furious, teeth-grinding lambasting of the game’s difficulty, broken only by giddy cries of “Boobies!”

Realplayer #2 and PCIE6 #8. Even Apple takes their fair share of punches (though the Cube is notably missing). I just wish more people believed me when I said to use any browser other than PCIE for the last four years. It would have saved me hours of system cleaning on family machines.

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This, I think, is an appropriate use of time and resources. Thanks to Czeltic Girl for the link.

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Hank Rollins lays it down, poetry style.