
The US Midwest visualized by distance to the nearest McDonalds

20 awesome door stickers for a garage makeover
Fuck you, Google. My privacy concerns are not trite. They are linked to my actual physical safety, and I will now have to spend the next few days maintaining that safety by continually knocking down followers as they pop up. A few days is how long I expect it will take before you either knock this shit off, or I delete every Google account I have ever had and use Bing out of fucking spite.
Fuck you, Google. You have destroyed over ten years of my goodwill and adoration, just so you could try and out-MySpace MySpace.
”It is not that we have so little time but that we lose so much. [W]hen it is squandered through luxury and indifference, and spent for no good end, we realize it has gone, under the pressure of the ultimate necessity, before we were aware it was going.
So it is: the life we receive is not short but we make it so; we are not ill provided but use what we have wastefully.
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Infinitely many number systems, but only four useful ones in which division is possible
“In order to comply with government search warrants on user data, Google created a backdoor access system into Gmail accounts. […] China’s hackers subverted the access system Google put in place to comply with U.S. intercept orders.”
I’ve previously written on the motivation that led us to formulate the Unlicense, a template for dedicating your software to the public domain. Today, I will elucidate the rationale for and the provenance of each of the four brief paragraphs (plus footer) that constitute the Unlicense.
“So the public launch of the unlicense movement on January 1st has gone better than expected. […] There are three main concerns that seem to keep appearing in discussions in regards to releasing software into the public domain. I’d like to briefly offer a response to them, and then provide an example of why public domain might be what you’re looking for for your software.”
A short film adaptation of Kurt Vonnegut’s Harrison Bergeron, 2081 depicts a dystopian future in which, thanks to the 212th Amendment to the Constitution and the unceasing vigilance of the United States Handicapper General, everyone is “finally equal…” The strong wear weights, the beautiful wear masks and the intelligent wear earpieces that fire off loud noises to keep them from taking unfair advantage of their brains. It is a poetic tale of triumph and tragedy about a broken family, a brutal government, and an act of defiance that changes everything.
1st January is Public Domain Day, in honor of which I’m hereby relicensing (or more properly, unlicensing) all of my software into the public domain.

Uranium is so last century; enter thorium, the new green nuke
Guy A: “Hey buddy, isn’t that your car over there?”
Guy B: “Yeah. So?”
Guy A: “So someone’s breaking into it! Look!”
Guy B: “Well, that’s the price I pay to live in a civilized country.”
Guy A: “Huh? Now he’s hot-wiring it. You just gonna stand there?”
Guy B: “I’m willing to contribute to this great society we live in.”
Guy A: “What are you talking about? You’re being robbed!”
Guy B: “Don’t be silly. It’s not robbery. It’s the will of the people.”
Guy A: “What people? Aren’t you the one who paid for the car?”
Guy B: “Yeah, but the guy who’s taking it is serving the common good.”
Guy A: “How does that guy stealing your car help the common good?”
Guy B: “Well, I trust he’ll do useful things with my car.”
Guy A: “Weren’t you going to do useful things with it?”
Guy B: “Yes, but if we each just used our own stuff, there would be chaos!”
Guy A: “Well, you can trade stuff, but that guy just stole your car!!”
Guy B: “No he didn’t. By living on this block I agreed to lose my car.”
Guy A: “So anyone can swipe your car, and you don’t mind?”
Guy B: “Don’t be silly! Only the local carjacker can do it.”
Guy A: “So whoever decides to be a carjacker is allowed to rob you?”
Guy B: “Well, if I don’t like it, I can try to appoint a new local carjacker.”
Guy A: “What would be the point of that? The new guy would still steal your car!”
Guy B: “Yes, but he would be representing me while stealing my car.”
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