Get Fuzzy is a comic starring a cat, a dog and a person. Not an orginial concept, but one well executed.
I recommend starting with these two strips.
Get Fuzzy is a comic starring a cat, a dog and a person. Not an orginial concept, but one well executed.
I recommend starting with these two strips.
After almost a year of switching record companies and redoing tracks and all those other things that rockstars do to delay album releases, I have discovered (I’m not sure when this was released) that Spacehog are about to release thier third album, “The Hogyssey” in April.
You can sample thier tune “I Want to Live”.
Go Spacehog!
Apparently Bill Gates’ house isn’t big enough. According to News.com:
“…some changes are needed to make it more livable. Gates representatives said the home was designed for a bachelor and the family has found that it ‘isn’t fitting as they expected it to’…”
It’s a classic example of why user testing is always necessary. Imagine, he’s been living in a Beta version all this time.
Since he was kind enough to lend us his digital camera, we’ve squeezed in a late submission to our rock concert feature by David Moses.

Behold the latest aov feature, über-experience: rock concerts remembered. The feature is comprised of a series of transcendent rock concert experiences remembered fondly but with varying degrees of accuracy.
Thanks to Kent, Peter, and Dennis for having lives more interesting than our own.
Enjoy über-experience: rock concerts remembered »
For those that missed the link last week, I encourage you, a confused Canadian (or a disenfranchised American looking north), to read Matt’s article for ForgetMagazine.com: How I Inadvertently Came to Understand the Appeal of Stompin’ Tom Connors, Canadian Icon.
It helped me to come grips with my inability to appropriately balance living in Canada with not liking hockey (the solution being to shut up about it).
First, a confession: I am a web stats junkie. I get some kind of power rush from knowing that people are visiting our website.
The stats I love so much include keywords from popular search engines that have led people to aov. Some make sense, others do not. Some are interesting, others disturbing.
I have posted keywords on aov before. However, here is a a more in-depth sampling of such keywords with my thoughts on each:
I have secured tickets secured to U2‘s second Montreal show on the Elevation Tour.
You’re tired of Bono’s rock star preaching you say? What’s that? I can’t hear you. I’m too busy throwing my panties on the stage and weeping like a school-girl when they play songs from Joshua Tree.*
Hipster country-folk music – “Handcuffed to a Fence in Mississippi” by Jim White. Complete with “Sha-la-la” chorus, everything is indeed peaches but the cream.
No tea with my sugar, thanks – “Heartbeat” by Tahiti 80. Best if listened to ironically, or while chasing butterflies through a sunny field.
Rhymes about mythical creatures over a chamber music loop- “The Centaur” by Buck 65. The saddest “my dick is so big” song you ever heard.If you do not already know this song you have not yet lived life.
Electronica minus all the hippy-love and glow sticks – “Rage” by Atari Teenage Riot. Set the subwoofer to 11 and prepare to be bludgeoned. None of that twee blip-pop here folks.
This post has no links. It did, but explorer crashed and I had to do a rewrite. If you want links learn how to use a search engine, you vulturous slime.
I remember another potentially interesting hospital story. It doubles as a drug story which are also popular or ‘hip’ among teens and twentysomethings. I hope it isn’t one of those ‘you had to be there’ tales.
For a week after my surgery I had to stay in ICU (intensive care unit) full of tubes of various shapes and sizes and textures. I also had those little cardiogram stickies all over my chest with wires leading into a heart monitor. This bothered me because I would set off an alarm if I shuffled higher in bed. But the most important part of my ICU experience was the morphine they fed me for my sore, stapled up belly.
One day the fine people at silverorange tried to come along and visit me. I don’t remember this (damn morphine) but I guess I was pretty out of it that day, and they weren’t allowed in. BUT they were nice enough to leave behind a delightfully stuffed ape-monkey thing wearing 3d glasses. It was placed on a shelf in my room and somebody explained to me how it was a present.
By now I was used to hallucinating at night (I’m not sure if it was the morphine or just sickness). I would have trouble sleeping because I had 8 people in my bed with me who stole my pillows and kept singing the chorus from Coolio’s “Fantastic Voyage”. That made perfect sense to me at the time.
Then, one night the gift monkey spoke to me. It scared me deeply. I don’t remember what he said but it was threatening and abusive. I eventually had to ask to have it hidden then taken home. I left ICU a few days later, and haven’t seen anything nonexistant since.