via mefi, pride and prejudice told facebook newsfeed style. It’s funny as hell, I grinned like an idiot reading it. Funny bits further down:

Lydia Bennet and Kitty Bennet joined the group 1,000,000 Strong Against the Officers Leaving Meryton!

Mrs. Bennet joined the group Widows of Men Killed in Duels.

via kottke, mcsweeney’s break down 50 years of popular songs intoone simple sentence.

The Beatles “I Want to Hold Your Hand” — I want to do it with you

Led Zeppelin “Whole Lotta Love” — I want to do it with you

James Blunt “You’re Beautiful” — I want to do it with you

Frank Sinatra “Strangers in the Night” — I’m drunk and I want to do it with you

Patsy Cline “Crazy” — I want to do it with you so much I’m going fucking nuts

Kate Bush “Wuthering Heights” — I’m an 18th-century fictional character and I want to do it with another 18th-century fictional character

I’m, um, sensing a theme here. Writers of pop-rock music seem to have one thing on their mind.

via bb.

Oh dear. I pity the poor restaurant owner. Not sure if this is funnier, or Chinglish.

[The Chinese characters say “restaurant”.]

The IT guys took me to a “no signboard” Mexican place around the corner from the office today. I’m still confused about all the different types of popular Mexican food but I’m at a stage when I can order without looking stupid or needing help.

I had beef tacos with beans and salad.

via dooce. Happy, almost orgasmic, response are to be expected from anyone who has gone through the LooLoo experience. Auspicious, because I’m off to Tokyo tomorrow (even though this is a Korean commercial).

Based on the most emailed post at here is the city news this week. Pop songs as powerpoints. Hee.

And now I have Rick Astley in my mind non-stop. Argh.

(I moved it after the cut cos it’s driving me nuts.)

On the topic of birthday and looking at the surely oversweet cake that Caterina Fake posted for flickr’s anniversary, gizmodo today posted the ultimate question: is getting caked a good omen for gadgets? According to Brian Lam, giz’s editor:

no one makes a gadget cake unless they love the gadget

hmm. Surprising how baking and gadgets come together. It doesn’t take long to google: kindle cake | wii cake | iphone cake | ibook cake and a whole bunch of geek cakes celebrating engadget’s birthday. Basically I could find whatever gadget, comic and geek-related cake I could think of.

This is a pretty old digg which I’ve had bookmarked for ages. Apparently Hema is the Dutch equivalent of Target and this was a gimmick page. No matter, it was fun to watch. I took a screen video of it even.

I hate chain and forwarded joke emails with a vengeance. I’m afraid to say that any friend or acquaintance who sends me these will themselves vastly marked down in my opinion of them. If I can get away with it, I usually tell them never to send me such emails ever again. Why am I so rude?

1. It’s a waste of my time to have to read and delete the email
2. I don’t want my details to end up in some spammer’s email box — I have no control over the action of the other people on the recipient list

So anyway I got one of these emails from an ex-colleague today. I was less stressed about it cos it came to my work mailbox. Some of it was actually funny. But I will practice what I preach and not forward to anyone. Instead I’ll post them here.

Here’s a couple of links I’d saved during thing-a-day month.

how glasses affect your image — via digg, how adding glasses seriously affect how one is viewed.

Danish police don’t know no iMac — via boing boing, the police visited this blogger’s home accusing him of using a stolen credit card to buy stuff online. He explained he has an open wifi connection. That’s not the funny part.

We moved into my roommate’s room.
She has an original iMac.
“We have your roommate’s permission to confiscate her computer,” the Ichabod Crane one said.
“Whatever,” I said. They had already assured me that we would get our laptops back that afternoon, so I figured the damage had already been done. Ichabod started rooting around under her desk.
“Where’s the computer?” he said.
“On the desk. That’s the computer,” I said.
“No, the computer.”
“That’s the computer, dude.”
“That’s the screen.” He had lapsed into the voice you use when you explain to your 6-year-old cousin how the toaster works. “I mean the compuuuuuter. Understand?”
“Dude. That’s the whole computer. Right there. The blue object the size of an armadillo.”
“No. Where the daaaaata goes. The computer part.”
“That is the computer. For Hell!” Danish swear words aren’t as satisfying.
“So that’s the entire computer, right there?”
I was standing there with a look on my face like I was watching a dog walk on its hind legs.
“New technology, huh?” he said.

Remember, the original iMac came out in 1999.

via engadget. As Macworld expo looms nearer, here’s a little flash game to get us in the mood. The blurb:

Imagine being Apple CEO Steve Jobs.
Imagine getting ready for this years MacWorld Expo keynote presentation.
Imagine having to collect all the insanely great Mac, iPhone and TV Stuff you are going to present at Macworld Expo without revealing it to industrial spies and journalists.
Try the game that lets you experience what it feels like to be Steve Jobs just before your Keynote presentation.

It should be an easy enough game, but I suck at it. Steve Jobs I’m not.

The newest leisurewear kid on the block is uniqlo from Japan. The name is a typo of unique and they sell quirkily plain stuff with no logos. Good quality, easy to wear clothing at a very reasonable price. A more mass market version of Muji clothing, I think.

Interesting approach to marketing too. The uniqlo grid is a pointless flash games where you create, move, rotate, divide, combine or remove different coloured uniqlo blocks on a grid. You’re also playing against other people who also happen to be wanting some sort of brainless activity. It’s pretty colourful. via mefi.

It’s been a long time, but I was trolling around the twop forums over New Year’s Day catching up on TAR, Survivor and Kid Nation. Then I went over to the rec room and checked out the pixel challenges. There was one for “Blank and Blank go Blank” and since I’ve been almost overdosing on watching food programs lately I made one:

I would have added one of Ramsay taking his shirt off (he seems inordinately fond of taking his shirt off and putting a chef’s jacket on, on tv) but I couldn’t find a good one.

digg (from a while ago) via warpedvisions, a tongue-in-cheek flowchart to tell if a website sucks. Honestly, I’m only posting this cos I led myself to believe that I’m the Real Deal. Snerk.

In my enthusiasm in playing with the electronic bubblewrap game, I forgot to mention that there’s a flash alternative. This one is quite old, apparently going back to arpanet days though it’s unconfirmed. Click on the image to play.

via space monkeys, a short strip they call “And Metrosexuals have sex with large cities”. Snerk.

Finally I watched a couple of episodes of the Catherine Tate Show. It’s a series of sketches with recurring characters and themes, like the foul-mouthed granny Nan Taylor and her best known character Lauren “I ain’t bovvered” Cooper. Lots of Lauren videos on youtube, including the one with Tony Blair. Gets a bit formulaic after watching a few of them in one go, but still funny. I like this one with David Tennant best.

I’m making stuffed cabbage for mm tonight. So I went to open my cans of chopped tomato (from Waitrose) and tomato soup (Campbell’s). Okay, when did the tomato soup become chicken noodle? May be it’s because the can is all about Danny Phantom and not about the soup. Sigh, or it’s as simple as me not reading the label when I bought it.

Oh, to give it it’s proper label, it’s Danny Phantom™ shaped pasta with Chicken in Chicken Broth. I had it for lunch, tasted good anyway.

Tomorrow I’ll be on a plane, going to Las Vegas to meet up with Car, her Mom and her Grandmother. It’s exciting for me since I’ve never visited Vegas, and I’ve always wanted to. With the restrictions on luggage it’s gonna be more of a hassle, so I plan to get to the airport early. I’ve checked in already — got there just after the check-in window (48hrs before flight) opened — my ref is 0001. Whoo hoo!

Anyway, can’t bring water on the plane, and I’m taking a risk with carrying small portions of toothpaste, mouthwash and face wash. Really need to maintain basic hygiene. If they say no, I can always ditch them. I even put them in a clear ziploc bag for easy inspection. I hope the TSA website is right and they keep their word to allow travel size toiletries in carry-on luggage.

Came across a funny article, originally from the Economist, about how in-flight announcements are not entirely truthful. The Economist article is only available to subscribers, so I’m glad the poster reposted it on her website. Among the funniest:

Your life-jacket can be found under your seat, but please do not remove it now. In fact, do not bother to look for it at all. In the event of a landing on water, an unprecedented miracle will have occurred, because in the history of aviation the number of wide-bodied aircraft that have made successful landings on water is zero.

The purpose of these refreshments is partly to keep you in your seats where you cannot do yourselves or anyone else any harm.

Cabin crew, please make sure we have remembered to close the doors. Sorry, I mean: ‘Doors to automatic and cross-check’.

Some of that actually make a weird sort of sense.

Was a link in cnet today, Steve Jobs dressup game. Get him out of those black turtlenecks! The original, and the possibilities.