See what happens when Lagavulin goes out of stock around the world?! Chaos I say!

(Edit: Yeah I’m an idiot. Nikka Yoichi is Whiskey. Blaspheme!)

As you can see, I’ve been messing around with moving the site to wordpress from b2. Little did I know until recently that wordpress is actually what’s taking the place of b2 from now on. Anyway, these weird cascading style sheets are driving me nuts at the moment, but since I really don’t have the time that I’d like to work on it more, WYSIWYG right now.

“A soulless fiasco, an overblow bore
with double-entendres and fart jokes galore.
Mike Meyers does accents and jokes about ho’s
while dragging the memory of Seuss to new lows.
It’s bright and it’s noisy and may be a hit
but we do not like it, not one little bit.”
– Boston Globe

In a twisted turn of events, the Santa Barbara County police department was ordered to release the person held in custody this evening due to mistaken identity.

Maybe we finally have a way of telling off those ref’s on the football field, all the way from Section 312, Row H, Seat 12.

At least two problems, though. 1) The ref probably doesn’t know Silbo, and 2) I can maybe pull off calling the ref a castanet.

From Slashdot:

“As you all know, the two things in life you can’t avoid are taxes and death. But if you will no longer have to pay taxes after your death, you will be able to send email thanks to a new service, Mylastemail.com. The Los Angeles Times (free registration needed) says this service will cost you $9.99 for a three-year subscription. The company says you can update your farewell messages from anywhere in the world, including cybercafes or airports.”

Cybercafes and airports, huh? So I guess you’re sitting there waiting for your flight and see a shifty character walk by and onto your plane, better get that last email updated. Oh, and don’t forget that odd tasting latte when sitting in Starbucks — might be your last one.

And how long before people start forging a mail’s “From:” header to look like it came from this site? Way to make someone’s loved ones panic/celebrate unnecessarily.

From: the-late-gudlyf@mylastemail.com
To: <Undisclosed-Recipients>
Subject: Sorry, I died…

Unfortunately, the reports of my death are not exaggerated.
…

It was inevitable to happen, but here they are: disposable cell phones.

They made ‘911′ so it was an easy to remember, easy to dial number, yet still a bit difficult to misdial. Now they want to assign a single button to it? So someone’s in the back seat of their car making out, a stray [insert appendage here] hits the ‘911′ button, and hilarity ensues:

*beep* <- 911 was just pressed
Operator: “911 emergency, how can I assist you?”
Caller: “*muffle* *muffle* mmmph *muffle*”
Operator: “Sir…er..or madam, are you in trouble? Where can we locate you?”
Caller: “*shuffle* *muffle* mmm *smack* *shuffle* *beep* *muffle* *beep*”
Operator: “Hello?”
Caller: “*beep beep beep beep beep beep…*”