So Joe…

I have a site called ITsVISTA which explores all aspects of Microsoft’s Windows Vista. I noticed in Google’s Blog search an article that seemed very familiar. After visiting the site, I came to realize that not only had I written the article, the images were also being pulled from my site (hotlinking). Looking further at the site, I found many of my posts had been copied there. My posts are covered by a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.5 License. This means they must give me credit (they didn’t) and they can’t make money off it (ads all over the site). So what’s a guy to do? Their’s no contact information on the site, so I can’t use my preferred method of simply asking them to comply or remove the content. Well, I found this great site, HTML Basix that has a form that will generate for you a .htaccess file. With this file, you can allow some sites, while blocking others from hotlinking to your images. Not only that, you can redirect any image requests to an image of your choice. BINGO! Visit the [site name removed since he disabled the graphics], and if they haven’t yet realized what’s going on, you’ll see I’ve messed up the site pretty well with a large image declaring their thieving ways, and advertising my site. I love it when a plan comes together! Read more…

I was just at Amazon looking at flash drives when I stumbled across this one:

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This class picture was just to good to pass up, it must be shared!

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I stumbled across this video, and I’m not sure why, but I couldn’t stop laughing. I found it so funny my eyes were watering! Anyway, have a look and tell me what you think:
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OK, it wasn’t hot water, and I haven’t been called baby for a while, but I love that quote from Rain Man, and it relates to the situation I’m in right now. I had planted some Jalapeno peppers in my garden, and they have gone nuts. I went out today and picked everything that looked ready, must be around 50 peppers. I had read on the internet (did you know they have that on computers now too?) that you could just freeze them without even blanching, and not wanting to learn how to pickle them (the other option, short of trying to eat them all in a week) I decided to do that. I sliced them all up, just like the kind you get in a jar at the store, rinsed them off in a container of water to get rid of all the loose seeds, and put them on a baking sheet to freeze (once frozen I’ll put them in a big freezer bag). Well, about a half-hour after I was done, I noticed my hands had a few spots that felt irritated. Within an hour, this small irritation had turned into quite a burning sensation. The tops of both hands were burning like I had poured boiling water on them. No discoloration or any visible sign that something was wrong, just a burning feeling. While I was cutting them, I occasionally had to cough, kinda like how onions make your eyes water, peppers make your throat itch. Anyway, it’s been this way for about an hour now, I’ll report back on how things go, but this is proof that you never stop learning, especially when it’s the hard way. Be careful when cutting up a couple pounds of peppers!

The girl we just can’t live without has stated “I’m not having sex for a year. … I’ll kiss, but nothing else”. Whew, I’ll sleep better now! I was initially surprised to see this ‘non-story’ on CNN’s homepage, but that only lasted a second, of course it’s there, people want to read about sex, that’s why you’re reading this post. Not that it matters, but I almost believe her. She’s such a tease, flashing her stuff at every opportunity, this just plays into her game. I think she believes she’s too perfect for any man. In any case, she’s bound to get even more coverage now, the media will be waiting and hoping to catch her in a lie, to catch her with her pants down, so to speak…

A mother was working in the kitchen listening to her 5 year old son playing with his new electric train in the living room.

She heard the train stop and her son saying, “All you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now…cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train…cause we’re going down the tracks. ”

The horrified mother went in and told her son, “We don’t use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train…but I want you to use nice language.

Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom and resumed playing with his train.

Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say… “All passengers, please remember your things, thank you and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon.”

She heard her little darling continue… “For those of you just boarding, remember, there is no smoking in the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.”

As the mother began to smile, the child added, “For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen…”

Just stumbled across this and thought it was funny. You’ll find more like this here.

Eye halve a spelling checker
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques for my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it to say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
It’s rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
Eye am shore your pleased two no
It’s letter perfect awl the weigh
My checker tolled me sew.

Margo Roark.

This one pretty much speaks for itself…

A blonde called her old boyfriend and said, “Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can’t figure it out or how to get it started.”

Her old boyfriend asked, “What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?”

The blonde said, “According to the picture on the box, it’s a tiger.”

Her old boyfriend decided to go over and help with the puzzle.

She let him in and showed him where she had the puzzle spread all over the table.

He studied the pieces for a moment, then looked at the box, then turned to her and said, “First of all, no matter what we do, we’re not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a tiger.

He took her hand and said, “Second, I want you to relax. Let’s have a nice cup of hot chocolate and then…………” he sighed…

“Let’s put all these frosted flakes back in the box.”