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Monthly Archives: December 2004

on bookmarlets.

by Rob Friesel

While most of the time your Favorites/Bookmarks are significator-enough for the browsing you’re doing (i.e., “let’s go the Slashdot homepage!”) they don’t always pack the punch you need. Maybe they get you where you need to go but they don’t log you in. Or they get you to some page but then you need to […]

currently reading:

by Rob Friesel

Big, thankful shouts out to A’s long-time friend Deborah for sending us The Big Book of Weirdos. This rare gem off DC Comic’s “Factoid Books” line is a neat little 223 page B/W graphic w/ these abbreviated bios of some of history’s carbuncular freaks, black magickers, wealthy weirdos, and out-and-out wack-jobs. Everyone from Nikolai Tesla […]

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by Rob Friesel

Exhaustion seems to be the name of the game the whole way ’round. A & I took the weekend to refurb the walls in our bedroom to the best of our ability and finally get around to painting it. I managed to get monster blisters on three fingers on my right hand due to the […]

Top 10 (x2)

by Rob Friesel

In response to Sampo: Detonator-3 says: Phreq Atak (Jondi & Spesh remix) – The Activity Platform One – Gradient Pushin Too Hard – Saints & Sinners Freestyle – Tikataka Phreq Atak – The Activity So Strong (SK remix) – Ben Shaw So Strong (SM remix) – Ben Shaw Incantation – Delerium Hey Softy – Go! […]

The Alphabet According to Google.

by Rob Friesel

First I saw it on Slashdot but didn’t pay much attention b/c… Well, all that “…crashes Konqueror, but works nicely on Mozilla…” stuff set off the red flag sirens in my mind to *AVOID*AVOID*AVOID* Then I saw it on Engadget as well and decided to check it out. Upon seeing it in action, I decided […]

nostalgia.

by Rob Friesel

Smells Like Trance Spirit. Dare I say, the anti-minus-8 mix…? 70-odd minutes of trance and progressive house madness. Recorded in 2001, there are a dozen tracks here ranging from about ’92-ish to ’99-ish (if I’ve got all my labels marked right…) All anthems, all the time. What could be more Trueschler than that? Alright, maybe […]