The latest 50 most expensive Google ad words. A Bertie Ahern ad costs €8 per click. Can anyone confirm this?
Joe Drumgoole’s ‘Are you readable’ criteria. I certainly don’t fit it as I post waaaay too much. I was always wondering for feed readers if there was a “going on hols” or “back from hols” option that just wiped all content except for the last 5 posts from Digg feeds and Engadget etc but still sucked down the posts from say all the Irish Bloggers and others. It would know how to do this by some labels you’d set.
Twenty will be speaking at the “Blogging the Election” conference. He’s a political consultant now.
Give himself a catchy ‘middle name’ like darts players or wrestlers have. Michael “Hooch demon” McDowell or Michael “The Trowel” McDowell would look brilliant on the election posters.
Pat notes a lad called Noah is auctioning his time on Ebay.
Big fuck-off crater under Antarctica. I want to go even more now.
Nivek has started a new blog. Blogging from SA.
Desolation Row tells us Tom Waits is to release a triple album. Multiple wootage! Jimmy also points to this great Letterman appearance:
Not safe for work. Someone takes the song “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails (a big fav of mine) and cuts up footage from Star Trek and creates a fanfic short about Kirk and Spock with homoerotic overtones. Actually they seemed to have spliced in an actual porn movie into a quick scene though you don’t see anything really. But again, not safe for work. Makes you want to watch it even more now doesn’t it?
I wish this was the official BarCamp T-Shirt:
Recently bought Sopranos on DVD. First three seasons. Still on season 1. Watched this episode last night. It ends with a song from Cake called Frank Sinatra. Here are the lyrics:
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.
While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather,
The flies and spiders get along together,
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.Beyond the suns that guard this roof,
Beyond your flowers of flaming truths,
Beyond your latest ad campaigns,
An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps.
He saves what others throw away.
He says that he’ll be rich some day.We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.
While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather,
The flies and spiders get along together,
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.
Brian Caulfield from 