Imeem.com

In case you havn't heard yet, Imeem.com is pretty cool. It's kind of like a crossbreed between myspace and napster, where you can upload music from your personal collection and other people can listen to it and talk about it.

Last year it (as expected) got sued. Everyone expected that to be the end of it.

Early this year it emerged from oblivion with a statement that it had signed licensing deals with all five major record labels. They can play you any song in their library, and if you click on an ad while that song is playing, they send some money to the band. If the band doesn't like it they can individually opt out of having their music available.

So, for those of you that always ask what music I like, and I don't know what to tell you? This is a pretty good sample:

(today, I particularly recommend tracks #7, #19, and #44. #54 is great also)

Ask A Ninja!

In case you've forgotten about AskANinja.com, you should go check it out.

Some personal favorite quotes from the last two clips:

Q:As a ninja, what would you never say in a job interview?

A:Ninja's don't speak in job interviews. If I'm at a job interview, I'm either there to kill the interviewer, or the interviewee. I usually hide behind the stapler and strike during the 'Where do you see yourself in five years?' question, because I like the irony.

Q:How many ninjas does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A:None! It was ninjas that killed your old light bulb in the first place!

Q:I want to ask this girl out, but I don't know if she likes me. Do you have any ninja tips?

A: A lot of girls like men who are like their father. So, by that logic, ask her mom out. If she says yes, you've got a pretty good chance.

Wrong on so many levels.

I just read a press release about a guy offering to rent your soul from you for $10 a week.

Wow.

Pierre Ayotte, noted in his press release as a "friendly upcoming Internet opportunist"--i.e. not The Devil Himself, just to be clear--would like to rent your soul for ten bucks a week.

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[Many people consider selling their souls]. Instead of skirting the fiery pit of eternal damnation, why not simply rent your soul for a good cause?

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What's the risk? It's an asset almost all of us possess, and chances are, you're not using yours anyway.

Emo kid on YouTube

We had a costume contest at work today. Here was my favorite entry:

Emo kid on YouTube!

Quote of the day

And yet, there I was. One little man on a flimsy little train (and I even still had a baby tooth to lose at the time) out of billions of people living on a floating blue rock. How can I knock Ruby? Who’s to say that I’m not going to happen to choke on my cell phone and die later that evening. Why’s dead, Ruby lives on.

The gravestone:

What’s in his trachea? Oh, look, a Nokia!

From here.

Quote of the day

On slashdot, a conversation thread drifted onto pillow shams. Someone pointed out that no-one on slashdot would possibly know what a pillow sham is, and earned this response:

What is a pillow sham? Women know. When you find one who moves in, you will soon learn. You will also learn about the pillows that you aren't supposed to use for sleeping, and the blanket that sits on the foot of the bed, only to be removed at bedtime and replaced the next morning. You will learn about towels that nobody except for "guests" may use. Ditto plates and silverware. Occasionally, candles will fall into this category.

Made me laugh.

Ending to portal theme song!

For those of you who haven't beat Portal yet, this is a spoiler. If you care about that sort of thing, you should go away.

Still here? Good.

The ending song in Portal is nine kinds of awesome. Someone captured it and posted it on YouTube. Behold!



If you haven't played the game, you could use a few interpretations to enjoy the song:

- You have a neat gun that makes warp portals. You shoot them onto the walls, walk in one end, and pop out the other side.

- You use this neat gun to complete potentially lethal rat-maze style puzzles. Throughout the game you get the impression that you are just another in a long line of prisoners.

- The maze is being administrated by an (literally) insane computer, who assures you that at the end of the puzzles you'll be rewarded with 'cake'. Occasionally you'll find graffiti on the wall saying 'The cake is a lie! The cake is a lie! The cake is a lie!'.

- When you complete the last puzzle, you don't get cake. Instead, the computer tries to feed you into a blast furnace. You manage to escape, find the computer, and destroy it. The facility explodes, you black out while flying toward the ceiling, and briefly regain consciousness under a clear blue sky, with debris raining from the heavens. Then the game plays you this song.

Update: I just found out that this song was written by Jonathan Coulton!