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I’ve been reading Jim Romenesko’s MediaNews for a while now, ever since I saw it mentioned on Ironminds. It’s sorta like a weblog that keeps tabs on the media. Today I was reading about a plagiarism case at the Indiana Daily Student. I clicked on a link for a related story, and my eyes immediately widened at the byline. It was by sister’s ex-boyfriend! He took over my job at the local paper back home in Indiana after I graduated. Lucky bastard…

Heh. “Why would you get a boring old gray box when you can get a precious little see-thru one like this instead?” I couldn’t agree with this woman more. Mine’s blue though. 🙂

Someone has apparently written a sequel to “Flatland”, the 1884 book by Edwin Abbott Abbott. I loved the original. It was recommended to me in high school by my Calculus teacher and I thought it was the coolest thing I’d ever read. It’s all about A. Square, who lives in a two-dimensional world on an infinitely large plane. In a vision he visits the worlds of one-dimension (a line of points always travelling) and no-dimensions (just a point). Then he himself is visited by a sphere, which takes him into Spaceland and shows him the possibilities of even more dimensions. Apparently the sequel, called “Flatterland”, features A. Square’s great-great-granddaughter, Victoria Line. She is shown “spaces with infinitely many dimensions, spaces with none, spaces with fractional dimension, spaces with finitely many points, curved spaces, spaces that get mixed up with time, and spaces that aren’t really there at all.” In other words she is invited to see the surfaces and worlds imagined by recent theoretical mathematics and physics. Awesome…

Steve found an article called “No Backstreet Girls Allowed” about the lack of coed pop groups. I think the author needed to do some more research though. There are PLENTY of coed groups abroad. The British “Popstars” band, Hear’Say, consists of three girls and two boys, and they had the fastest selling single here EVER last month. And what about S Club 7 or Steps? Or even the Venga Boys? They’re all hugely successful in Europe. This guy should’ve made some mention of the fact that only Americans seem to fixate on all-girl or all-guy groups.

If I were Madonna, I’d be weirded out. Some of these fans sound psychotic. “The other week I got video camera footage of Madonna and Guy shopping. I got it all on tape and I’ve watched it over and over again – it’s fantastic.” !?!?

London houses are the “most costly in the world”. Well, DUH. I won’t even bother to stun you with the amount of rent we pay for our place, which (although not as much as the folks mentioned here) is a hefty chunk of change indeed. I was also disappointed to note that the two other cities I might consider living in (Chicago and Sydney) both make the top ten as well. I need to develop cheaper tastes.

WOOHOO! Since some of you ingrates (well, just one, actually) have been bitching about the purple-ness of the site, I decided to grant your wish and make web-goddess customizable. Welcome to the world of themes! Just click on preferences and then select the flavor that floats your boat. Are ya happy now? 🙂

“Domestic abuse agencies criticize ‘wife beater’ Web site.” So, okay, I was all ready to defend this guy’s right to sell wife-beater shirts. I mean, pretty much everybody calls them that nowadays (aside from the Australians, who call them “singlets”). It’s not very politically-correct, but I don’t think the name itself is going to encourage domestic violence. It turns out, though, that he’s not selling undershirts… He’s selling long-sleeved shirts that have “Wife Beater” embroidered on them. And he’s offering a discount if you’ve got a conviction for spousal abuse on your record. He says he got the idea after watching “Cops” and seeing all the arrested batterers wearing sleeveless shirts. Isn’t that the sickest thing you’ve ever heard? What an asshole.

Max wondered how that UK man managed to contract foot-and-mouth disease. I’m happy to say that I actually came across this nugget of information yesterday on Plastic. As an anonymous (yet helpful) visitor related, the slaughterman in question was swinging a calf carcass over his head, when the creature’s distended stomach burst and the contents poured out – some of them going right into the unfortunate slaughterman’s open mouth. EWWWW. (Apparently Newsnight was the only program that gave the full and disgusting explanation.)

In other words, folks, don’t reach for the gas masks just yet. “Unless we all start gargling with cow stomach juices we are probably okay…”

I’ve just added yet another PHP doodad to web-goddess: a list of the last five comments. You should see it over on the left. For now it just has some test comments from me, but if you’ll leave one of your own, it should appear when you refresh the page!