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One thing that [HTC’s ‘Sense’ re-skin of Ice-Cream Sandwich] apparently won’t have is an onscreen area for virtual buttons like the Galaxy Nexus, meaning that HTC devices on Android 4.0 will likely maintain the inputs on their hardware — despite Google’s recent directives.

Oh for fuck’s sake. MORE fragmentation? And now on a hardware AND software level?
Aaaaargh.

(via The Verge: Leaked HTC Sense 4.0 previewed)

by Mari Bastashevski Click for high-res photo

by Mari Bastashevski

Click for high-res photo

Trello is a free, very simple, neatly designed Kan-ban / Agile board, for those who’re interested in such things.

Things successfully avoided during a tablet-software design meeting (re: ‘the 10-inch experience’)

☑ Your mom jokes
☑ Gestures
☑ Comparisons with another tablet’s ‘7-inch experience’
☑ Euphemisms
☐ Giggling

#SOTU

[THE SCENE OPENS ON THE MOUTH OF AN ALLEY FACING OUT TOWARD THE STREET. IT’S DIRTY AND A DUMPSTER SITS ON ITS EDGE. OUR HERO RUNS BY THE ALLEY’S ENTRANCE, BREATHING HEAVILY AND PERSPIRING. HE CATCHES SIGHT OF THE ALLEYWAY IN PASSING, STOPS HIMSELF SUDDENLY, BACKTRACKS AND DUCKS DOWN IT. HE DIVES JUST BEHIND THE DUMPSTER AND HOLDS HIS BREATH. A SECOND LATER A MOB OF PEOPLE STREAM BY, FURIOUSLY SHOUTING OUT THEIR OPINIONS ABOUT AN EVENT BEING BROADCAST AROUND THE WORLD ANYWAY. THE CROWD PASSES AND SILENCE DESCENDS ONCE MORE. OUR HERO WIPES HIS BROW.] 

Our Hero: Phew. 

A Brief, Incomplete, and Mostly Wrong History of Programming Languages

1957 - John Backus and IBM create FORTRAN. There’s nothing funny about IBM or FORTRAN. It is a syntax error to write FORTRAN while not wearing a blue tie.

This is nerd-funny.

@ActualPerson084 And so begins another… #NIGHTOFTHEFREEIPAD Click for high-res photo

@ActualPerson084

And so begins another… #NIGHTOFTHEFREEIPAD

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In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!

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Allen Ginsberg, A Supermarket in California

Items Jason Bourne May Or May Not Have Used As Improvised Weapons

  • A pen
  • A daschund
  • The concept of space/time
  • A copy of Vogue
  • The inside of his lip
  • His attackers’ terrible fashion-sense
  • A spider held under a glass
  • Hugh Grant
  • His man-purse which he keeps on insisting is totally practical, manly and in right now despite the fact no-one’s questioning it
  • A replica of the Death-Star (1/1 millionth scale)
  • His puppy-dog sad-eyes
  • Vaseline
  • A lightly poached egg with toast soldiers

You Fell Asleep Watching a DVD

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She held my penis like people in fast-food commercials hold their burgers. And that’s when I realised where I knew her from.
No-one has ever actually said this but it has been stuck in my head all day.

And while we’re on the subject

Pictures of pretty buildings aren’t “Architecture” and pictures of quotes from famous authors spray-painted onto buildings aren’t “Literature”.

When I’m drunk enough and narcissistic enough (Tuesdays, for example), I like to believe that that, as one of the first few thousand tumblogs to stumble into existence (stumblogs), someone, somewhere, at Tumblr headquarters still regards this microsite with fondness and keeps an eye on it.
This is, of course, not true.
But on the off chance it is, I’d like to make something absolutely clear to the munificent overlords of Tumblr.
If I ever take the time, effort, and emotional output to write a funny, heartfelt, painful post about what it’s like to break up with someone who you have genuine feelings for and some ‘curator’ puts an official ‘LOL’ tag on it - like a comedically large pickle-on-a-toothpick placed carefully on the artisanal shit-sandwich that is human relationships - I will burn this place to the ground.
I will absolutely set aside the time to do whatever the digital equivalent of scrubbing this site out of fucking existence is*.
Just so we’re absolutely clear.




* exporting it to Posterous.