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best story ever

Guy: so my friend was watching some asian porn
Guy: and as the actors were talkin during the intro
Guy: he says to her "so you're 18 and you go to UCSD?"
Guy: then my friend realizes he's seen/knows/met this chick in class!
Guy: so he posted her myspace/facebook and real info with links to porn clips on
Guy: so her bf is trying to sue the poster now
gulsukat: oh shit. LINK!

Guy: here's a google cache of her myspace account (she deleted it)
Guy: here's some of her films you can buy online
Guy: and here's some NSFW screenshots from a porn she did
Guy: 18 years old, crazy huh
Guy: i hope my daughter doesnt do that kinda shit
gulsukat: AHAHA
gulsukat: AHAHAHAHA
Guy: omg she's actually posting on this thread!

digg this
Borat is back!

This fucking trailer had me in tears.

I don't want to see one more hilarious frame.

This movie needs to be out. Today!!!

"Flatlife" on Google Video
Jonas Geirnaert graduation project "FLATLIFE" (2004), selected for Short Films in Competition at the Cannes Film Festival 2004.
hay guys i am back.

if you're in to north korean propaganda, like i am, then these two users on youtube are going to make you happy: songunblog and atiu88. it's like kim jong il is personally funding people to troll on youtube. it's pretty awesome.
New Internet
Firework factory accident
Next to Google Search, and PERHAPS Gmail - this is Google's BEST PRODUCT EVER:

Google Browser Sync.

One day while walking down the street a highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St.Peter himself.

"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough,we've never once had a Human Resources Manager make it this far and we're not really sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," said the woman.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have higher orders. What we're going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend! an eternity in."

"Actually, I think I've made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven", said the woman "Sorry, we have rules..." And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down-down-down to hell.

The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course.In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all her friends - fellow executives that she had worked with and they were well dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her.

They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed ! an excellent steak and lobster dinner. She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kind of cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got on the elevator.

The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found St.Peter waiting for her. "Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said.

So she spent the next 24hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her.

"So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity," The woman paused for a second and then replied, "Well, I never thought I'd say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell."

So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went down-down-down back to Hell. When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags ! and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks. The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.

"I don't understand," stammered the woman, "yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."

The Devil looked at her smiled and told...

" Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you're an Employee. .."
why i fear my new job

I'm not the dude digging.
This journal belongs to the *luckiest* guy on the planet.
office 2007 beta
Microsoft Office 2007 Beta.

It's pretty fucking awesome.
destroying your childhood
Take a look at your LJ friends list, then list up to ten things you want to say to ten different LJ friends.
DO NOT state who these people are.
DO NOT confirm nor deny any "comment speculation".

1. Your LJ takes pretentiousness to a whole other level. You are not a fucking poet, you're just a pretentious prick.
2. You are a really good fucking poet and I hope we get to read more of it.
3. I'm kind of sad you stopped updating your LJ because your whining about your sad life while doing nothing except sitting on your fat ass always made me feel better about myself.
4. I don't know why you put up such a bitchy front, but I love the fact that you don't give a fuck and have more balls than me.
5. Your constant need of a relationship to validate your self worth is kind of sad.
7. We need to start going out.
8. You're pretty cool and all, but you can't sing worth a shit. It had to be said.
9. I wish you weren't in a different country so I could ask you out.
10. How does one man have so much game? Teach me.

Yeah uh, everybody on my friends list is like LJ dead. Kind of like me.

I tag this meme on anybody who thinks they're on this list.
long over due

David Copperfield Robbed at Gunpoint

Daly and Volmut gave the robbers a purse containing 200 euros, $100, a passport, plane tickets and a cell phone, plus $400 in pocket money, according to a police report. But Copperfield, his statement says, turned his pockets inside out to show that they were empty – a sleight of hand by the master illusionist, who later showed police that his pockets were filled with cell phones, a wallet and a passport.
< 1 hr news

Ex-Disney CEO Eisner Invests in Online TV.

Tomorrow is going to be fun.
I always thought so too.
bill maher
This looks like a really good game.

edited: Ignore the first video that plays, it is an ad. Click on the video links on the bottom for Cell Factor.
i don't get it
I've been watching this video on loop.

It is mesmerizing.

edited: yeah i'm still watching it. jesus. why is this meme not more popular?
I like this meme a lot better than the Johari, with the added benefit that it is a lot easier to everyone to fill out:

My Nohari Window
an update
Veoh Week 1.

So far?

Best job ever.

+ Good code
+ Amazing/creative talent
+ Widescreen monitors
+ Godly workstations
+ Flextime
+ Free snacks
+ Free beer
+ Taking over the world in two weeks = We have a winnar.

And not because the CEO found my blog either ...

ps: This is the best game EVER. Play it.
it's not safe!
the global war on grammar
Grammar is the First Casualty of War
What really alarms me about President Bush's "war on terrorism" is the grammar. How do you wage war on an abstract noun? It's rather like bombing murder.

Imagine if Bush had said: "We're going to bomb murder wherever it lurks. We are going to seek out the murderers and the would-be murderers, and bomb any government that harbors murderers."

The other thing that worries me about Bush and Blair's "war on terrorism" is: how will they know when they've won it? With most wars, you can say you've won when the other side is either all dead or surrenders. But how is terrorism going to surrender?
big dog

The Big Dog from Boston Dynamics. I worked with an engineer that consulted for this project a few years back. It sounded pretty cool, but now it looks like they finally released a video of it in action. This is an incredible feat of engineering that far exceeded what I imagined it to be. I mean dude, check out what happens when they try to kick it down!
old meme
Have you ever tried to sell a diamond?

How we are conditioned to want diamonds, and why that is the most successful marketing feat of the 20th century.

Through a series of "projective" psychological questions, meant "to draw out a respondent's innermost feelings about diamond jewelry," the study attempted to examine further the semi-passive role played by women in receiving diamonds. The male-female roles seemed to resemble closely the sex relations in a Victorian novel. "Man plays the dominant, active role in the gift process. Woman's role is more subtle, more oblique, more enigmatic...." The woman seemed to believe there was something improper about receiving a diamond gift. Women spoke in interviews about large diamonds as "flashy, gaudy, overdone" and otherwise inappropriate. Yet the study found that "Buried in the negative attitudes ... lies what is probably the primary driving force for acquiring them. Diamonds are a traditional and conspicuous signal of achievement, status and success." It noted, for example, "A woman can easily feel that diamonds are 'vulgar' and still be highly enthusiastic about receiving diamond jewelry." The element of surprise, even if it is feigned, plays the same role of accommodating dissonance in accepting a diamond gift as it does in prime sexual seductions: it permits the woman to pretend that she has not actively participated in the decision. She thus retains both her innocence—and the diamond.
the web os
Still looking for the Web OS?

Look no more
The Only Moral Abortion is My Abortion

And other tales of hypocrisy.
new job
Say hello to my new place of my employment: Veoh.

I spend all my free time reading about new internet companies and here I am.

This is right for me in so many ways.

Thanks to wendyness for the random (professional) hook-up lol.

Update: the previous entry. A new picture where I don't look retarded.
this is truth
Today, I had lunch with Andreas Weigend (ex-Chief Scientist at seated on my left and Esther Dyson (technologist and daughter of Freeman Dyson) on my right.

I listened to them talk at the rate of a brilliant idea a minute for two hours about everything from attention streams to social networks to commercial space travel, with me literally right in the middle. Pictures forthcoming, but this was without a doubt the best day of my entire life. Giddy giddy giddy!

Quote: "We had an affair. I slept in Esther Dyson's bed."
i digg'd it
The Simpsons in Real Life

Oh hay I quit my job. For some reason I feel happier.
steve jobs
Steve had managed to get Don Knuth, the legendary Stanford professor of computer science, to give a lunchtime lecture to the Mac team. Knuth is the author of at least a dozen books, including the massive and somewhat impenetrable trilogy "The Art of Computer Programming." (For an amusing look at Knuth's heady self image, and his $2.56 reward program, see )

I was sitting in Steve's office when Lynn Takahashi, Steve's assistant, announced Knuth's arrival. Steve bounced out of his chair, bounded over to the door and extended a welcoming hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Knuth," Steve said. "I've read all of your books."

"You're full of shit," Knuth responded.
i am never drinking again. right.
The last thing I remember Saturday night is being forced to drink a mixture of beer, crown, vodka, hypnotiq, and various other poisons because I told some lady that she needs to STFU when I am doing my amazing mental illusions on the scale of an asian and shitty David Blaine. (Consult this entry for more on my behavior) The next thing I remember is waking up on the floor with a vomit stained shirt in somebody's house the following afternoon. Here is why, illustrated:

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Drop everything.

You must watch this.

The autistic basketball player
speaking in public
Something for me to keep in mind the next time I'm speaking in public, from one of my favorite blogs ...

Nobody's perfect.

The video is great, although it's telling that even Steve's worst flubs were just technical difficulties. He's the master.
choose life
So my final piece of advice is this: when faced with the choice between engaging with reality or engaging with what Erich Fromm calls the “necrophiliac” world of wealth and power, choose life, whatever the apparent costs may be. Your peers might at first look down on you: poor Nina, she’s twenty-six and she still doesn’t own a car. But those who have put wealth and power above life are living in the world of death, in which the living put their tombstones – their framed certificates signifying acceptance to that world – upon their walls. Remember that even the editor of the Times, for all his income and prestige, is still a functionary, who must still take orders from his boss. He has less freedom than we do, and being the editor of the Times is as good as it gets.

Choose Life.

It's easy to forget why I chose to do what I do.

Writing great software is an art, and art is created through passion and refusal to compromise. I don't think I can get paid enough to work on software that sucks. So I won't.
Fat guy impersonates Presidents.

Does a fine, bang up job.
I'm amazed at how good information visualization techniques can help us make sense of complex data intuitively.

Check this out: Has the world become a better place?

Incredible things can be done with just color, size, and motion.
Tragic Domain Names
* Who Represents? A database for agencies to the rich and famous:

* Experts Exchange, a knowledge base for tech advice:

* Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island:

* Need a therapist?

* Mole Station Native Nursery, based in New South Wales:

* New to Milan and you need electricity? Why not sign up with Power-Gen?
yeah so that last car chase link was a protected entry.

here's a working version.

it's pretty sweet, if you're into people getting thrown out of cars and ran over.
shit bitch
i think this may be a good idea.

buy them here
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