Just testing out a “Google Wave” plugin test, I realize anyone without a wave-sandbox account can’t see this. But if you can. It’s very, very neat. If you do have a developer account from the WaveSandBox, you should check out this neat wordpress app. Located here. Well, anywho. Here’s the test, if you can see it tell me what ya’ think.

Like everybody else, I’m also a fan of stop animation and wanted just to share this with you. Enjoy, yo.

HP – invent from Tom and Matt on Vimeo.

Well, today I turned on my computer. Was promted with with standard 8 billion splash screens, then opened my usual programs. Went and gazed at LifeHacker.com to check for some informative posts, saw they were accepting applications. Bah. I just thought I’d let you know I applied, lets hope for the best!

Sure, I’m active in the Linux community but I don’t really follow the Linux Foundation that much. I’m a “fan” on facebook but that’s about it. Heh.

This morning when I was a’cruzin on the internetz while on IRC, I looked at a buddy of mine’s blog to see he wrote about a video contest the Linux Foundation was puting on.

Well, I thought I’d post my favorite video of the contest so far. Sure it’s not in english, but it made me giggle. (There is subtitles don’t you worry)

The Eastside Boys

Once upon a time in a town known as Atlanta, there lived a rich record label owner. An unheard of rapper worked for him, his name was Jonathan Mortimer Smith, better known to his co-workers as ‘Lil Jon. Over time ‘Lil Jon lost his lyrical mojo, the final blow that got him fired was when he tried to freestyle in front of a crowd of thousands and couldn’t think of a single rhyme. It went something like this, ‘Lil Jon stepped up to the mic blabbering about how he grew up in the hood, shouting and yelling like an old, worthless donkey. His record deal manager saw his flawed performance and on the spot ‘Lil Jon was fired.

Because of the tragic incident, ‘Lil Jon embarked on his journey to his dreamland of Los Angeles to get a new record deal. ‘Lil Jon asked a favor of his rich Uncle Jamal for his “ride”.

Uncle Jamal said, “Which one of my rides do you wish for, playa?” Out of the bundle of expensive automobiles ‘Lil Jon decided to go with the tricked out ‘64 Chevy Impala. The Impala included a number of luxury items, consisting of tinted windows, 26” rims, a very large stereo system, a shiny, new grill, as well as a customized license plate titled “CRUNKTHG”.

As Uncle Jamal threw ‘Lil Jon the keys to his new ride, ‘Lil Jon yelled “Yeah! Okay!” And just like that, ‘Lil Jon was off to LA.

Along his way to LA, ‘Lil Jon stopped at many hoods. One of the many hoods he stopped at was St. Louis. ‘Lil Jon was crusin’ down the street in his pimped out ride, he spied a homie with “crazy flow” freestylin’ on the corner.

‘Lil Jon heard this guy’s rhymes, and yelled out “Who you is?”

The man yelled back, “Yo, yo, yo I’m Pastor Troy”

‘Lil Jon replied, “With all those crazy rhymes, do you have a record deal?”

Pastor Troy replied, “Nagh, man I ain’t got them kinda connections.”

‘Lil Jon said, “I could hook you up, I’m on my way to LA to get me one right now. Want to ‘roll’ with me?”

Pastor Troy pondered on this new revelation and replied, “Okay!” Pastor Troy threw his things in the trunk and they were off to LA.

Upon reaching Houston, Texas they had to fill up their massive, gas guzzling Impala, needed to be filled up. The service station attendant was sent to fill up their car, and along the way he was spiting beats, beatboxing to his iPod Video.

‘Lil Jon and Pastor Troy said to each other, “Shoot, we need somebody to spit our beats. Maybe he’ll roll with us.”

Then, after conversing with each other, Pastor Troy shouted out, “What’s your name? Do you wanna join our rap group and roll to LA for a record deal?”

The young man responded, “Name’s Trick Daddy, sure I’ll make drop beats for you in LA…for some cash.”

‘Lil Jon shook his dreads in excitement and responded, “Okay! You could come with us, and don’t worry because we gonna get the paper.” After filling up the tank, Trick Daddy popped his collar, and called shotgun.

Weeks later, just around midnight, they arrived close to their destination. They decided they needed to find a place to rest their heads, and came up with the solution of sleeping at a five star hotel. The valet parker started rapping about how he wished he had a car like that.

‘Lil Jon and his Eastside crew said, “You could have one of these if you put your rhyming to use with us in LA to get a record deal.”

The valet responded enthusiastically, “I’ve been waiting for a homie to say that since I’ve been rapping. But the hotel is full, y’all should think about crashing at another place. By the way, the name is DJ Khaled.”

‘Lil Jon asked, “Do know any other places for us to stay at, DJ Khaled?”

He replied, “The people across the street have been gone for a while, maybe we could stay there for the night if we don’t get caught.”

The crew responded, “Alright let’s roll.”

As they approached the back-door to sneak in, ‘Lil Jon heard his old rhymes blasting out of the stereo system. ‘Lil Jon peeked through the window to see a group of robbers. He overheard them say, “How bout’ we store our goods here from now on.” ‘Lil Jon asked the crew if anyone had anything to scare off the robbers. DJ Khaled chuckeled as he pulled out his glock from his waistband.

‘Lil Jon said, “Okay, here’s the plan. DJ Khaled, once we get in start spaying your gun, and maybe that’ll scare ‘em off.” They continued with the plan and the robbers fled.

‘Lil Jon and the crew settled down in their new crib, listening to ‘Lil Jon’s old songs. Soon after the last track on the CD played, they began to drift off into sleep. Unfortunately, the robber’s leader had sent back a guy to retrieve their stuff and see what happened earlier. As the member entered the house, he scuffed up DJ Khaled’s new Nike Air Force Ones.

This awoke DJ Khaled and he started spraying his gun and screaming “You scuffed my new kicks, now I gotta pop you. EASTSIDE BOYS!” The robber fled immediately, and told his crew that they should never go back in that building again because of how crazy the Eastside Boys are.

The next morning the Eastside boys were on their daily trip to the local liquor store. On the way, they were spitting rhymes, and were confronted by Dr. Dre, the king of rap deals.

He said, “You guys should get on my label, you got a cell phone?”

The crew replied, “Straight up, hit us up at 808-987-5552.” Over the next couple months, they created a promo album and showed it to Dr. Dre. He was amazed and called their new style “Hip-hop sub-genre crunk”. Over the next years ‘Lil Jon and the Eastside Boys, grew more and more famous and rich due to their obnoxious and loud, stupid “crunk” blabber. They lived happily and hated ever after in their new mansion, which was shown on the premier episode on MTV Cribs. The end.

That was a satirical version of the fairy tale, located at http://xrl.us/ozarh (The Annoatated Bremen Town Musicians)

I’m just curious if I’m the only one with this problem. I’m having trouble configuring compiz-fusion and KDE 3. For some odd reason, I don’t know if it’s the theme I’m using, “Powder” (Courtesy of James), conflicting with it. I’ve tried “Advanced desktop effects settings” then disabling the standard theme settings. Mind you I’m pressing, “Use other settings manager”, and I’m using another settings manager but it’s still not working. Maybe it’s a conflict with my graphics card? I don’t know, I’m just poking my head out there wondering if anybody has had the same problem with compiz and KDE 3. Let me know. I don’t really know, I haven’t been blogging as much as I would like to. Oh, something completely utterly disapoining? The fact that I’m relying on somebody to do something to my Xbox. I’m literally relying on somebody, because of a cord. I thought it would be cheaper to pay the person 10 bucks to do it. Instead of paying 20 bucks for the cord. All I can say is service sucks. Also, I have my TV on in the background. Note to everyone reading this. UFC is horrible and I don’t know why people watch it. I mean, isn’t the point fighting? I’ve watched about half an hour, no fighting, just cursing and yelling. Why are there “teams”? I don’t really know, but I’m lost.br /

Sheesh-ka-bob.

Neil’s Story:

It all started several centuries ago…on a stormy night out in the middle of the Blagosea. There, during the time the eclipse of the Internet, a god was assimilated. His name was Neil and he was epic. He grew up a simple boy, nothing beyond average. He murdered his entire family tree at the age of four, which started a chain reaction, completing his transformation into a god. As he grew stronger, he learned to read. With that power, Neil read Spiderman comics. He learned that with great power comes great responsibility, in other words of the wise, go to school, then kill people. He entered elemental school at the age of six. There, he learned of ‘math’ and ‘grammar’, which he would later use to his advantage. From there, he murdered his classmates and proceeded to middle-level school. There he began to branch out to smaller sects of both great entities, Algebra and Literature became prudent to his survival. Science was also introduced to him. Neil braved these dangerous and powerful paths to greater knowledge. However, soon bored, he proceeded to decimate those that called themselves his ‘classmates’. He later moved on to a greater place, known to the few men and/or women that survive the harsh and cruel ways of middle-level school. High-Level School (note the caps O.o). Even Neil, with all his wit and cunning, would have trouble here. Here he learned of Geometry, a greater extension of Math, and Shakespeare, a further insight into Literature, and even Biology, a sad attempt at Science [Ms./Mrs. Dumshit (Massey)was the supposed teacher of this class, Allah have mercy on those that take her class, they know not of what they face...]. His first year Neil met a great and powerful rival known as ‘David’, but others simply called him David. David was a senior leaving for a shiny place known only to those who survive to their Senior year. Neil knew that if he was to succeed at his life’s mission (unknown to the world) he would need, first, make his way into this ‘Shiny Place’, and, second, defeat David and his army of Russian Fascists. One year went by and Neil, as clever and cunning as ever, pretended to apprentice himself to ‘David’, only to gain further knowledge of everything. The next year, finding no one to help further himself, Neil murdered the ‘classmates’ of his. An amount of years later, Neil graduated High-Level School and learned that the secret place was called ‘Epic-Tier College’. Neil proceeded to enter one of these prestigious ‘Epic-Tier Colleges’. The one called UC San Diego suited him well, so he entered it.
To Be Continued Later..

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A friend of mine, James Laslavic, started a new group on facebook. He describes it as this,

After the billionth invitation to join the trillionth “We hate the New Facebook” group, I started to wonder if there were any groups for people like me that felt like the redesign was a measurably huge improvement.

On Digg, I posted a comment in response to an article that linked to one of the anti-redesign groups that explained why I felt the New Facebook was better. My comment got almost 170 diggs almost immediately and several other people commented to say that they agreed. Here’s what it said.

The new Facebook is a return to being organized and clean. What you call the “old Facebook” is actually more like the “Facebook wearing a MySpace mask.” Anybody who misses the days when Facebook provided an actual alternative to the super chaotic, cluttered mess of MySpace should be happy with the new Facebook, and all the people that are happy with the “old Facebook” should just admit that they like MySpace more anyway. While all the popular kids pat themselves on the back for opting for incredibly bloated profile pages that take an hour to decipher and scroll through because of having a trillion applications littered throughout, the rest of us will have our cake and eat it too by separating the actual profile page from the apps page with the clever/obvious/overdue use of tabs.

However, I agree that they should let each user choose which layout they want since your choosing to keep using a MySpace clone does not affect my choosing to go back to something that tries to be less hectic.

P.S. Anybody who actually thinks that dividing content into a tabbed layout is maze-like is being silly. Tabs are good. MySpace is not.

So last night, I got yet another invitation to join an anti-redesign group, and that was the last straw. I opened up Illustrator and Photoshop, tried to make a clever banner, and started a group called The New Facebook is Way Better.

I’m actually not crazy about Facebook. It seems like most people are on the site more than me. I’m just frustrated by all the people saying they hate the redesign because to me, it’s clearly better, and maybe it’s because I’m a full-blown Digital Arts and Communication major that it bugs me to see so many popular kids decide to worship a terrible design and bash a good one just to try to be hip and rebellious.

I hope you will join and help us be more visible. And if you’re one of the people that joined any of the anti-redesign groups because a friend sent you an invitation, I hope you’ll reconsider (bonus points if you get the person that sent you the invitation to reconsider as well).

-All written by James Himself. I myself joined the group and just wanted to get the word out. I have sent out an invite to all my friends on facebook, if five join from me I get to be a police officer! C’mon people join! (But, only if you think the cause is right.)