Nothing and Some More

Bringing Up the Rear

They're sub-muscle silicone implants for the backside, and they are quickly becoming the breast implants of the new millennium.

I'm not the only one addicted to RSS

Bringing the content they are already posting into one place that I can check regularly makes me far more efficient. The content is the same, so I don't think the RSS-ee should be upset since the content is still getting out there.

The only problem with aggregation is when you finance your free content with some kind of ads (be it banner or simple text-ads... even if you can syndicate text ads in the feed) Alternatively, you can produce directly the RSS feed and use it as a teaser: but that means more writings (unless you use some kind of automatic summary tool ala NewsBlaster)

Penthouse is in trouble. (via Bomis Babe Reports). Hey, if sex doesn't even sell anymore... See also sex less searched
But if you also take a look at the stats and referers, sex ain't dead yet.
While I'm at it, this post has no wet paint nor any pussy cat, even if I'm working hard on it. I had first to swallow my pride though, because I prefer doggy style animals and I'm a fucking lazy bastard. Can you say keyword ? and The cat catchers can't catch caught cats?

Also on Bomis Babe Report, Sex Adventures Of Totally Sick Losers (And Other Interesting People)

Media Everywhere. Based on observation in the family homes, I don't think we have that much TV sets. And we're a bit more obsessed with radio: almost a radio in every room. See also one-third of American kids 8 to 17 chose the Internet, vs. 26% who chose TV

Media Matters (also via New Media Musings )

The Last Adman

What did you hope to accomplish with your radical efforts to deconstruct the traditional office? [...]Well," Jay said, pausing for a second, then expressing every boss's most primal desire, "I mostly thought of it as a way to get people to quit." (He added, about his deskless New York office, that he did give in a bit to employee needs: "They wanted a place to hang their dog pictures, so I gave them lockers -- like high school.") Jay manages to both swagger and, with hands jammed deep in his pockets, appear unassuming. He's 71 now, but the posture, the slouch, and his running commentary -- under his breath, so you don't ever catch it all -- continue to create a sense of an edgy, disruptive guy. A hipster. A troublemaker. He watches things go by and then messes with them. "Mr. Cool," Gehry calls him -- not necessarily with approval either.

Jay, but no SilentBob!

Christopher Walken's LiveJournal Entries (and the mandatory disclaimer) (via LMG)

Off The Record is a simple weblog.