I read Paul Stamatiou’s blog. I’ve never met the guy, I’ve never emailed him, I just enjoy reading his blog. It turns out that he’s in the running for a blogging scholarship, and out of the ten finalists, the one who gets the most votes from an online poll will receive the $5,000 scholarship.
So go vote for Paul!
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Last night I was on my way to pick up Alice. She’s doing lights for Rocky Horror Show that’s currently playing at UHH. I was northbound, sitting at the intersection of Highway 11 and Puainako Street, preparing to turn left onto Puainako, when I felt a bump. I turned around and saw some jackass in a red pickup behind me who’d rear-ended me. I glared at him, pointed at him, pointed at the side of the road ahead (to signal to him that that’s where we’d exchange details), turned on my hazard lights, made the left turn (the light had since turned green), and pulled over to the side of the road.
The guy just drove off.
I thought “fuck this, fuck him” and took after him. He turned right onto Kinoole Street, I followed. He turned right onto Kawili Street, I followed. He turned right onto Kilauea Street, I followed. I think I hit 60 somewhere along Kilauea.
Unfortunately for him there was a red light at Kilauea and Puainako, and there was someone stopped at the light, so I caught up to him. I got his licence plate. FWW 661, in case anybody’s wondering.
He turned right onto Puainako again, and again I followed. This time he ran a red at Kinoole and headed straight up Puainako. I turned right at Kinoole and went on to UHH to pick up Alice.
There wasn’t any damage to our car. It’s nice to know that the old Cavalier can still get up and go when it needs to.
So if you live in Hilo and you see a piece of shit red pick-up truck with a licence plate FWW 661, that’s the asshole that hit me.
I made the jump today. I left Ex Coelis and joined Ars Caelestis, who’s based in the lawless zones known as 0.0. After getting blown up on the way down, I found myself in a station in the PMV system.
And what did I do once I got there?
Nothing. I got bored out of my mind. I can’t blow up rats for bounties because I don’t have a good enough ship, I can’t get a good enough ship unless I get more money, and I can’t get more money because I can’t blow up rats for bounties. It’s a vicious circle.
Honestly, life up in empire was more exciting so far. I’m wondering if I made a mistake.
I believe the Internet should be a force for political freedom, not repression. People have the right to seek and receive information and to express their peaceful beliefs online without fear or interference.
I call on governments to stop the unwarranted restriction of freedom of expression on the Internet – and on companies to stop helping them do it.
Mountaineer Neal Mueller recently climbed Mt. Everest. After he and his team came back down, he wrote an article for the Washington Post complaining that his iPod broke and that his Creative MuVo (a competing MP3 player) worked just fine.
Never mind that Mr. Mueller was using his iPod well outside of its operating spec, which has a maximum operating altitude of 10,000 feet (Everest climbs to over 29,000) and an operating temperature range of 0 to 35 degrees Celsius (it’s always below freezing up on Everest). Never mind that the iPod has a hard disk whose heads rely on air pressure to keep from crashing into the platter, whereas the Creative MuVo is a flash-based MP3 player and has no moving parts. Never mind that if he wanted to compare apples to apples he should have taken up an iPod Shuffle, which is flash-based like the MuVo and has no moving parts. Never mind that he said that iPods “only work with their own music format”, when they can play MP3s just as well as AACs.
What you should pay attention to is Mr. Mueller’s sponsor and supporter page. It’s interesting how Creative is one of his supporters.
A “Creative” bit of astroturfing, perhaps?
