I haven’t been involved with many emergencies in my life. One time I was a witness to a fairly minor car accident and called 911 to report it. Another time I was hiking in Hawaii and there was a tsunami warning, but the waves were pretty small.
Still, I like to think I understand what an emergency is. My understanding is apparently different than the makers of the “one sheet at a time” paper towel dispensers.
Over the past couple years the Internet has started to feel very civilized and polished. Thanks to Word Press and Tumblr everyone who wants one has a slick-looking blog, and thanks to Instagram everyone’s photos look like they’re out of a glossy faux-vintage Urban Outfitters catalog.
But the Internet hasn’t lost all of its charming idiosyncrasies. I’m pretty sure whoever came up with “MAILER-DAEMON” never expected that it would one day be sending emails to his grandmother when she typed in an incorrect email address. If I knew anything about websites I’d change my demon’s name to “CONFUSED POSTMAN.”
One negative of Foursquare is that it makes it a lot easier to justify drinking alone.
I mean I don’t NEED a glass of wine with dinner on a Tuesday night, but at least I didn’t just check into Christopher’s Tavern like my buddy Steve…
In the 90s, concert venues were extremely paranoid about people sneaking in tape decks and cameras to make illicit recordings of the show. I’m not sure what they were afraid of. Even if I could have smuggled in my aunt’s VHS camcorder, what was I supposed to do with the tape?
Now, everyone’s phone can not only record video and audio, but is capable of instantly sharing the spoils with the world’s 2 billion internet users on a website built for this purpose.
Surprisingly, all the people involved seem pretty chill about this development. I guess they realized that some teenager’s grainy video with terrible sound was never much of a threat in the first place. Or maybe everyone who cared about this problem already died of an aneurysm during the Napster era.
If NYC were SimCity, the next disaster after earthquake and hurricane would be giant monster attack.
-via WS
NJ Governor says “stay away from Jersey Shore” because of Hurricane Irene, but MTV convinced most of us long before today.
via Bartunde
Google+ sure has become a ghost town. Kinda reminds me of this one time I was in the Magic Kingdom at like 1am and I kept riding Space Mountain over and over. It was the future but there was no one there.
At a certain age, twin-sized sheets should come with a gift certificate to match.com.
via @lori_paulson
It’s always a jarring reminder of how improbable air travel is when the flight attendant asks two or three people to move to back of the plane to improve balance. The idea that the seating situation of anyone but the pilot could impact the flight is unsettling to say the least.