Day 25

Posted in NYC Marathon on June 30th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

5 minutes walking
1 minute jogging/1 minute walking x 4
2 minutes jogging/2 minutes walking x 2
1 minute jogging/1 minute walking x 2
3 minutes walking (had space left over at the end of the run)

Total time: 28 minutes
Total distance: still no idea where the pedometer is. When I find it next, I’m stapling it to my nuts.

Tougher run down the stretch, unsurprisingly, a little hard to breathe at the end, but the majestic sound of Christopher Cross performing “Ride Like The Wind” kicked in on the iPod just as I was about finished, and carried me through the last jog or two. (Somewhere in England, a man named Rhodri has just fallen off a desk chair because he can’t stop laughing at this mental picture.) My right shin is almost completely fine now, but the left one definitely has lingering soreness, that I’m icing and using an anti-inflammatory on. I’ll be doing this same run throughout the week, so I won’t be pushing it any further than I did today. We’ll see how well I adjust and heal under those parameters.

I’ll probably start the situps again soon. Not doing a great job of stripping off pounds without them. I think I only stopped them in the first place because I was in a rut from the non-running.

Onward to Wednesday.

How many of you actually use the “AddToAny” button?

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on June 28th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

Me, I’m thinking it’s way too much loading time bloat for too little result. I know how everyone likes the idea of putting those friggin’ “add to (insert circle jerk site here)” buttons on their sites these days, but I’m thinking that the people who’d read what I write and want to share it know how to without all the hand holding, so, yeah, fuck it, administrative decision on the fly here, I think I’m killing it. I’ll bring it back if there’s a deluge of demand for it. In the meantime, yeah, folks, add this site to your del.icio.us lists! Don’t be shy! I could care less if you put it on Digg, as their userbase make Slashdot commenters look like they can put a ripple on an EEG machine.

Days 23 and 24

Posted in NYC Marathon on June 28th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

Forgot to post these. Still at it, folks, no worries.

5 minutes walking
1 minute jogging/1 minute walking x 7
5 minutes walking

Total time: didn’t even look. Have the distances timed out now. I slack a little here and there on the exact time of the walks, but it’s pretty distance-accurate, considering. I’ve certainly run the same course enough to know it now. Still need to look into other courses, and will probably hit some JSRC runs within the next week or two. If you guys read this, I’ll be the out of shape, inappropriately dressed guy with the long hair and the probably offensive t-shirt.

Total mileage: still no pedometer, but further than Day 22.

Left shin still being cranky, but less so. I’ve been icing it and taking Advil after runs, with some improvement and relief there. Breathing’s been mostly decent so far. Broke with tradition this week and had the iPod on. Need to actually make a running playlist, so I don’t get stuck running to “All Out Of Love” by Air Supply, which is harder than it sounds, even if you like Air Supply.

Onward to Monday.

Tonight

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on June 24th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

If you weren’t here tonight (and of the people on this Earth, all but about 15 of you weren’t, almost none of whom I know), you missed me performing publicly for the first time in a year and a half.

Just 3 songs (”Something True”, “Puppet” and the “Moonage Daydream” cover, with no guitars), to a small and confused audience who were wondering where my acoustic guitar was and why all that racket was coming from the iPod, but I performed, and at the risk of being immodest, I think I sounded pretty good.

Strangely enough, I’ve got more anxiety about doing it now that I’m done than I had before or during. Maybe it’s because I’m worried about you all getting excited about this (given how the crowd went mild when I announced my possible release of my demos, this might be unfounded), or maybe it’s something else, but I’m a little on edge about telling the world this, even if I think it’s important that I do so. So, please, folks, be gentle. Don’t make such a fuss, if you were thinking of it. This is, after all, an isolated occurrence. Temper your expectations accordingly.

Day 22

Posted in NYC Marathon on June 23rd, 2008 by Scott Crawford

OK, back on the fuckin’ horse.

Suggested Workout (from Grete’s book):

5 minutes walking
1 minute jogging/1 minute walking x 6
5 minutes walking

Total time: 27 minutes (I definitely took my time today, put in extra walking time where needed, and stopped to tie my shoe)

Total mileage: fuck, I lost my pedometer again.

Can I just tell you all how totally purposeless I’ve felt since I ran last? Seriously, total downer. The rest did my legs good, but I’ve gotta come up with a more well-rounded workout program so that I don’t feel like a slug during future downtime.

Breathing held up pretty well, legs were ok (a little creaky in my knees and right shin, and some burn from the running, but no *pain*). Short, low-impact workout in warm, humid weather, but it did the job.

In other related news, I’m now a member in good standing of the Jersey Shore Running Club. They have runs a few times a week, and I’ll be embarrassing myself at some soon! While that probably sounds more self-deprecating than most of my readers would like to see, it’s true; all runners embarrass themselves sometimes, and beginners, more than most. All part of the show, people, pay no mind.

RIP

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on June 23rd, 2008 by Scott Crawford

Shit piss fuck cunt cocksucker motherfucker tits.

You taught us a lot, George. Thanks.

Some other related items:

The Kennedy Center just announced that he’s being awarded the Mark Twain Prize for American Humor this past week.

And, amusingly enough, this piece on dead celebrities caught my eye on his web site. Always one step ahead of us, eh, George?

So it seems that the ads are getting more interesting over at LiveJournal…

Posted in Man, fuck those guys. on June 22nd, 2008 by Scott Crawford

…and by “interesting”, I mean “disruptive”.

There’s apparently a Flash file or three that I haven’t nailed down yet that make all sorts of noise on certain LJ pages. If anyone happens to know the domain wild card I could block to make the bad noises go away, I’d appreciate that information.

But, in light of all this, isn’t my slow, gradual phasing out of LiveJournal (and MySpace, who are guilty of similar things, and, not being too naive, I’m certainly looking over my shoulder while I’m on Facebook…) a terrific idea?

Evil, greedy people have purchased LiveJournal from another bunch of perhaps not as evil, but certainly greedy people, though I lean toward “evil” in my opinion of the Trotts in recent times, and after the supposed free lunch that our Internet social lives have had over the past decade, it would seem that services like these are becoming a bit more unfriendly in their old age, and it isn’t surprising, because every jargon whore’s favorite word, “monetization”, just isn’t happening.

Now, full disclosure, not that I need to defend myself, but: I serve text ads on both of my web sites. I do so because they’re unintrusive (and if they ever become intrusive, please contact me and let me know), and in the case of the Cock, it gives all the people who get confused by my domain name and my content a place to go. Things with audio, loading/streaming video, and things that you just plain can’t get rid of easily through ad blockers, those are what we call “evil”, because in Scott Crawford’s world, disruption is the most unspeakable evil.

You’re going to see a lot more of that particular evil in the coming months and years all over the ‘net after something of a lull, because “the shareholders”, which we’ll call them because “the cunts” isn’t very polite, are disappointed in ad earnings, and don’t have enough money to gas up their Hummers. Well, you silly bastards, maybe you should’ve paid attention to the fact that people hate annoying ads before you invested an assload of money in them, no? And about those vehicles…I’m thinking that eventually, people (not me, I’m not a violent sort) will get angry enough at you for ruining the Earth with them to see if the consumer grade versions hold up to explosive force as well as the military ones, so I’d consider maybe putting the things up on blocks, buying a cheaper car with what it takes to gas the thing up a few times, and letting the neighborhood kids fuck in the pieces of shit instead of driving it. After all, I hear they’re very roomy, and teenagers are always looking for new, creative places to get laid! But I’m off on a tangent, aren’t I?

Anyway, get good ad blockers now, and consider moving all your personally valuable content (anything from contact information for your friends to journal entries about how your sandwich sucked at lunch today, if you consider those valuable) to servers that you can exercise more control over. It doesn’t have to happen today, it can be gradual, don’t worry, but it’s worth investing the time, energy and bother into centralizing your data in a place where people who *need* to access it (yourself or others that you trust with it) aren’t at the mercy of stupidity like difficult-to-block multimedia ads, revolving door company buyouts, with each company getting progressively worse, or something totally ridiculous, like a company engaging in libel against you and your business because you used a funny name for your web site.

Now, granted, unless you develop an entirely new Internet or find an effective enough “swarm” method of content distribution and always-on connectivity (think BitTorrent taken a bit further) for you to maintain an online presence at all times without being beholden to any bandwidth provider, there’s always going to be some give and take, and no matter what any emboldened moron who talks about offshoring objectionable content may tell you, if there’s enough of a stake in it, yes, the people atop the hierarchy of the ‘net will eventually shut off entire countries in the interest of isolating that content or data. It’s gonna take something pretty spectacular for that to happen, but I bet that we see it at least once in our lifetimes, if there isn’t a current example of it happening that someone can point out.

However, for the most part, if you’re running your own site rather than piggybacking on a LiveJournal, a MySpace or whatever, like we used to do before everyone got lazy, you have a good deal more say as to what does or doesn’t appear on it. Maybe not absolute say, but the control’s significantly more than it is otherwise. Driving people to self-sufficient sites is tougher, but in a lot of ways, the benefits outweigh the drawbacks, and the drawbacks are gonna start becoming even more visible, as I’ve pointed out. With all the talk about going “green” and reducing pollution and all that, perhaps it’s time that a concerted effort is made by people to go “data green”, avoiding harmful corporate audiovisual pollution whenever and wherever possible.

Just something to chew on as you get over your hangovers this Sunday morning, and with that, I’m off to go food shopping, and have some cashier give a database an inventory of everything this household uses, to cross-reference against previous shopping trips! Ta!

(And apologies if I sounded more British than usual when I typed this. I just watched 3 episodes of Doctor Who in a row, in the middle of the night, on a disrupted sleep schedule. You try sounding American after that.)

Congratulations are in order…

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on June 17th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

…as George Takei, Brad Altman and a ton of others are now licensed to marry in the state of California.

Go get you some, folks!

OK, Hands Up…

Posted in Man, fuck those guys. on June 17th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

Who else thinks Firefox 3 (or, at the very least, the default theme) sucks?

What I’d Really Like For My Birthday

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on June 11th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

I would like people to keep their expectations of me modest, no matter how much potential I appear to have.

I would also like people to be modest in their praise of me, no matter how impressive my achievements and I may seem to them.

I would like people to be fair, gentle and honest in their criticism of my shortcomings, but unafraid to approach me with said criticism, because without it, I can’t learn, grow and improve.

And, perhaps most of all, I would like to learn how to be really good at reciprocating in kind.

To the British people in the audience…

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on June 11th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

How is it possible that I’ve only recently heard of Bernard Manning? I’m usually up on these things. I found out about him via Wikipedia’s entry for “cunt”, so he can’t be all bad. Tell me, folks, how horrible did his act get?

Other, unrelated things worth mentioning today…

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on June 7th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

First off, Big Brown is the worst name for a horse ever. I’ve been talking about this with people all week, and it makes a beautiful, graceful animal sound like a turd. It really kinda bums me out.

On a much more interesting note, this article by Bob Cringely will probably just guarantee that a small company gets buried by a big one, but the potential that something like SwiftFuel has is astronomically far-reaching, if it does what they say it does. Can the chemical engineers in the audience offer any opinions on the subject?

You’d think she actually won something…

Posted in Man, fuck those guys. on June 7th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

…looking at the pre-Clinton “suspension” speech coverage.

By the way, it’s nice of her to say “I’m out…kind of”, “suspending” her campaign rather than ending it (presumably holding out for a dead girl or a live boy in Obama’s bed), instead of doing the honorable, decent thing and saying “I’m ending it”. The choice of language is just sort of curious, in that typically Clintonian way. Women of America, is this really who you want speaking for and leading you? Maybe “But it’s a woman!” is significant on some level, but it shouldn’t be the whole story, I’m sorry. Imelda Marcos, Eva Braun and Britney Spears are or were women, too, so’s Ann Coulter, despite rumors to the contrary. Let’s get down to brass tacks, folks. Getting rid of a glass ceiling doesn’t mean shit if you replace it with a ceiling that has spikes on it. We need the most capable, honorable person to lead this country, and it doesn’t matter if it’s a man, a woman, a black guy, a white guy, a gay guy, a lesbian, a dwarf, a quadriplegic, or a cyclops with AIDS and a speech impediment.

OK, she’s talking now, let’s see what she has to say.

She’s done, and I suppose that’s about as gracious as it’s going to get. She’s still talking like she won something, though, and maybe she has won something we don’t know about yet (we’ll have word on that whenever Obama chooses a running mate). Maybe I’m not as enthusiastic about the “big picture” victory she kept alluding to, that we should be doing cartwheels because it’s even possible for a woman to run against an African-American man for the Democratic Presidential nomination, because I’ve become outraged in my old age that any of that ever mattered in the first place or may still matter now in this country. That any of this information is still important to anyone in the world at this stage of the game, not just Americans, makes me embarrassed for and ashamed of humanity.

Some may say that I’m the last person on Earth who should get uppity about these things, and that my sense of humor (from the name of my web site on down) is at cross purposes with my attitude toward discrimination, bias and prejudice, but the goals of any joke I make along those lines are to point out the absurdity of that line of thinking to begin with (”My God, do people really think like that?”), and to do that whole “laughing instead of crying” thing that tends to bring out the best humor, in my view. That said, “let’s not make this about me”.

To get back to Hillary Clinton, my major gripe with her is and always has been that, no matter how compelling a public speaker she’s capable of being, there’s a serious integrity deficit there, just like there was and is with her husband. I don’t need to detail it here (Google her if you’re curious), and if I did, someone would probably just come along and claim that Hillary, like Roger Clemens before her, “misremembered” when she said and all those things. I’m not going to claim outright that Barack Obama won’t turn out to be the same kind of person; he is, after all, a politician, even if he’s a very good one. The difference between the two is that we don’t KNOW he’s a total fraud like we do with the Clintons, who are more suited to reality television than politics. There’s a chance he could turn out to be decent, unlike his opponent in the primaries or his opponent in the general election (who appeared to be the closest thing the Republican Party had to a man of conscience two elections ago, but has led a scorched Earth policy against reason and decency ever since, fuelled by his desire to get the religious right to like him so he’d be “electable”). I’m totally willing to take my chances with Barack Obama, and if it doesn’t work out, I’ll admit that the country failed, but also take pride in the fact that we were willing to try something new.

The Clintons are still patting themselves on the back for all “they” did for the economy when it was my friends in the tech industry and academia who did all the heavy lifting that the Clinton administration took credit for. No World Wide Web (and no, Al Gore didn’t “create” it either, despite the fact that he was always a proponent of its development), no Clinton-era economy, and anyone who thinks otherwise is foolish. Bill and Hillary would take credit for creating pussy if you let them, just because they both eat a lot of it (Allegedly, lawyers, allegedly!). I can’t blame them for doing that, as I love pussy, but I’m not the kind of guy who’d go around taking credit for it, either. Besides, I’d get in a whole mess of trouble for that whole “menstruation” thing I left in by accident if I did cop to it.

All silliness aside (and I’m sure there’ll be a few of you who read this and think that my silliness demeans some of the more serious points I’ve made here, but that’s nothing new), today’s Clinton sorta-concession speech should’ve happened a week ago, was well-spoken but had about as much sincerity to it as anything else the Clintons do, and will do little to dissuade the unfortunately very vocal lunatic fringe who are going to continue to yammer about how they’ve been disenfranchised just because most news web sites have open commenting now. Folks, let me give you a hint, if you’re still on the “I’m not voting for Obama because Hillary lost” train: if you’re going to play the role of disenfranchised victim spoiler nutjob, don’t vote for McCain or write in Hillary Clinton’s name like you say you’re going to. The line to Ron Paul’s campaign headquarters forms here instead, and your votes will at least make my friend Frank Edward Nora happy, even if they don’t do a hell of a lot otherwise.

As for me, to somewhat ironically (given my whole attitude about race and gender in the first place, which I stated above) quote something I read somewhere earlier this week: I’m “VOTING FOR THE BLACK DUDE!” (Sorry, Ev, but the crassness of that sentence was too hilarious for me not to share.) I will be voting for Barack Obama come November, unless the aforementioned proverbial “dead girl or live boy” show up, in which case I will be voting for Cookie Puss. Actually, if Clinton does get reason to “unsuspend” her campaign, I will grudgingly vote for her, but I’m really going to feel like the person who has sex with someone undesirable so their friend can get laid too.

Regardless of who you choose to vote for, though, it is essential and vital that you register to vote and and show up to do it on election days big and small. I got very informed about my town’s mayoral race this past year, for instance. I still need to read up on school elections more than I do. This stuff is all important, no matter how Diebold tries to fix it. If you’re not there to vote in the first place, you can’t claim that they rigged your vote, case closed.

Once in a while, I get curious…

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on June 6th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

What would you guys like me to write about? I can’t promise that I’ll do it, but like I said, I get curious.

Posted in Man, fuck those guys., My Big, Black Cock. on June 6th, 2008 by Scott Crawford

God, I hate FLAC nerds.

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