What’s your cell phone’s ringtone? What made you pick it?
Vibrate.
Not because there’s a special place in hell reserved for people who use ringtones, but because Anil’s ring tone puts anything I could imagine to shame.
Someone once told me that if you bother repeating something to 3 or more people, you might as well blog about it. Well, OK.
The coming format war between industry heavyweights (electronics or movie) over whose next-generation DVD will own the living room is already over. It will be a very expensive, but ultimately pointless pissing match honored for its place in history as the last gasp of physical media.
Why? Dead prez and Tubes.
The medium for delivery of HD movies is already here–the Internet. The same millions of people who’d otherwise spend the $600 on an HD-DVD player can already download the equivalent amount of data in less time than a trip to Blockbuster.
Some brilliant person at Sony’s movie division is going to figure out that instead of wasting the time & money chasing half a bifurcated market they can sell HD movies Right Now sans physical duplication, packaging and distribution costs. Therein lies the trick.
What’s your favorite drink or cocktail? What’s in it?
Question submitted by charm.vox.com
I call it The Alcoholic. Ingredients:
one part Gin
I kid!
Depending on the time of day, er night, the phase of the moon, and general welfare of imbimement budget, my drink of choice varies widely. When I’m feeling posh and not looking for a big night, it’s a Lagavulin, neat. Typical night-out fuel is Hangar One & soda (Hangar One are out in Alameda, they have an excellent tasting room).
On the hop side, I favor the somewhat local brew of the Anderson Valley, in particular Boont Amber. For special occasions, my fridge stocks Saison DuPont, a Belgian farmhouse ale and a good one at that. The other Belgian, or in this case Flemish bottle that makes the cut is the Duchess.
San Francisco never fails in the random WTF department.
Edit: Further explanation.
So every evening after work I go for a ride. Yesterday evening as I passed through Aquatic Park (next to Fisherman’s Wharf) I saw this crowd standing around a couple cop cars near the bleachers between the bay and the museum.
I initially thought someone was either hurt or committing some heinous crime like being homeless in tourist attraction, but as I got closer I realized everyone was either A) laughing or B) filming something with their digital cameras/camcorders/phones/whatever. Naturally I joined the fray, getting these shots of the police car adorned with marine mammal sporting an electronic fauxhawk complete with antennas. No giant lasers, I’m afraid.