I was just sitting here, whiling away the dog end of a day gone by, watching a nice little documentary about the 1970s cultural scene. For anyone born between the years 1955 and 1965 who might be reading this, I have a quick question for you: WHAT THE FUCK? I mean, what the fucking fuck were you fucking thinking in the 70s? Don't know what I'm talking about? Let me refresh your memory:

Now, I was born in 1970, and really had no choice in the matter. I had my wide-pants and my Huffy Thunder Road like everybody else, but I wasn't out disco-dancing and playing limbo and joining cults and shit. What the fuck was up with you guys? You even let Roger Moore play James Bond!? Man, that's some shit.

I'm suddenly disgusted with you nuts.

It's system update time again, and that means it's time for a reboot:

So much for the uptime. And this is a laptop. I shudder to think what kind of ups I'd be ruining if this were, say, a Mini.

Intel, not normally known for being the bleeding-heart type of corporation, is taking one for the team so that people who live in mud huts can surf porn instead of digging wells.

What is it with people that they think that Kazaa and Hand-cranked laptops are going to alleviate suffering in the 3rd world?

UPDATE: And man, is that picture behind them creepy. It reminds me of those Soul Cube tableaux in Doom 3, where the ghosts of the ancient civilization that once inhabited Mars are fleeing the demon hordes, locking their essence into the one weapon that could defeat them in the far future, the Soul Cube. Except this time, they're locking themselves into a large pumpkin, and, instead of demons, they're fleeing Amazon Women on the Moon director John Landis.