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Stop motion madness

I did this. You didn’t. Take that!

Negotiations and love songs

Here’s my favorite trick at work. If you also work in tech/media/computer world, feel free to use, assuming you don’t already.

If someone comes up to me and tells me that their computer/web site isn’t working, and they claim it to be a random and unrepeatable act, I laugh at them because there’s no divine interventions when it comes to computers.

However, when I am dealing with one of those same sort of people, and I don’t feel like helping them, I usually pull the divine intervention card myself. “I don’t know man, I guess it was a just a random problem.”

There, I said it. I’m an asshole.

2008, 2 months later

To hell with your timely 2008 retrospective pieces. Out of sheer bad-assedness and abject laziness, I will now commence with my look back at a year that is worth looking back. At.

January: Don’t remember
February: Don’t remember
March: Umm. Think Diana and I rode horses on the beach this month.
April: ….

May: Ate at Taco Bell for the first time as an adult. Saved Hong Kong from Mothra. Experienced strong visual and auditory hallucinations. Could all be related. 48 Hour Film Festival. Went to Forrest and Liz’s wedding.
June: Probably complained about the heat
July: Started our Twitter feed! My first cogent memory of the year.
August: Had a birthday. SAW TOM WAITS AT THE FLORIDA THEATRE. TS Fay blew through, fucked our shit up. Power out for four days. Resorted to cannibalism. Lights came back on. Had to store the meat somewhere. Wrote my favorite Nuinca.com post ever

September: Nick came to Jacksonville. Most of this visit is fuzzy and if I try to remember more, my tongue starts to taste bad. Oh yeah, and Diana and I went to New Orleans and Mississippi. The first one rocked, the second one was like sitting in an empty room lit by a weak sunrise-yellow light for 3 days.
The month after September: Don’t judge me. Bold City Brewery, who, were I a puppy, would be my mother’s teats, opened. Rode in a GT-R. USC’s quarterback got sacked by a ref.
November: Was a part of the best election-night coverage the First Coast has ever seen. The person and situation who shall not be named became a problem and was resolved.
December: I’m half as excited about writing this post as I was back in March. Got engaged, which was like jumping into an icy lake without undies on. Had an incredible Christmas at home w/the folks, D and the dog.

Wow. That took a long time. That list makes it look like I don’t have a life and there’s a million other events I don’t feel like including mostly because it’s late and I don’t have enough to drink to carry on for 5,000 words. What did I forget?

Oh holy crap

I got to ride in this the other day.

If you’ve been hanging around nuinca.com long enough, you’ve seen me fawn over several cars since working at the Times-Union. But this one was a beast unlike anything else, and I’ve been for rides in a Porsche 9114S, Nissan GT-R, Audi R8, Bentley Continental Gt Speed and a few others.

I hate to do this to you guys, but I can’t tell you what the ride was like. It’s an experience that I’m not sure you can re-create outside of an Aston Martin DBS. One thing I can remember – the engine sounded like a child being whipped. Or maybe that was just me.

More pics on the Flickr page.

Dinosaurs are alive!

Newspaper dinosaurs, that is. This guy is really quite amazing – he manages to encapsulate every terrible idea floated about by frightened newspaper executives.

*edit – sweet mother of hell. This post was going to be a video of the recent Daily Show interview with Walter Isaacson (old white guy), but Comedy Central’s embed code is RIDICULOUS and I don’t feel like going through it and stripping out the unnecessary crap. So here’s a link instead. I still recommend that you watch, cuz it funny.

Old white guy talks about why newspaper Web sites should charge money

Things that make you go WTF

While it’s great that we’ve put the daily absurdities of the Bush administration behind us, the best parts are ahead of us – the discovery and clarification offered only by the progression of time. I’m sure there’s all sorts of nifty stuff people will dig up about the last administration within the next few years.

While we wait for that to happen, however, Alberto Gonzales decided to give us this quote for everyone to chew on during a recent interview with uber-bitch reporter Cambell Brown.

“Clearly there is no disagreement about the principle of not torturing.”

I are confused. Anybody willing to try and decode that for me?

On war, and death

Killers, pure and simple.

I went to war with these men.

We dug foxholes, cursed bombardments, dodged bullets and smoked Lucky Strike cigarettes together. And we killed. Lots and lots of killing. During our time in combat, we relied on each other to stay alive and developed a kinship like nothing else. War has a way of stripping away the unnecessary bits around a man’s personality, and lays bare their soul. I watched Tobias cry over the death of a friend, Walt dismantle a Nazi using only his broken left hand and some parachute chord. Luis…well, you have no idea what Luis is capable of.

All of this during our 6 hours at Paintball Adventures. What might have looked like prepubescent children to you were elite SS stormtroopers to us; what could have been mistaken for the occasional stray paintball was the heaviest enemy bombardment of World War II.

Do we play too much Rainbow Six? Yes.