As some of you know, I collect old Coca-Cola memorabilia (as well as drinking a ton of the stuff). So I was interested to find that the folks at vintagecocacola.com are involved in a domain-name battle with the Coca-Cola Company. Some of you might be aware that I went through my own domain-name war some time ago, and while my situation ended up OK, a lot of folks out there are getting screwed out of perfectly legitimate domain names by overly litigious and rapacious corporations. The vintagecocacola.com people are fighting back by turning their website into a source of domain name rights information, including a discussion area. Good for them.
OK, this is the most painful site I’ve read in some time. Bonne Bell, the folks who make those LipSmackers flavored lip glosses beloved of middle school students (and, well… me) everywhere, have a page for kids to send in their most embarrassing moments. Reading this reminds you of why you wanted to grow up and get out of junior high as soon as possible.
“It turns out
my friends hated me. My mom drove me home and from then on I’ve been going to a private school.”
I believe that says it all.
Another journal entry posted today. Let me condense it into the bare minimum: I’m sick. I’m tired. There, now you don’t need to read it.
The clear Mac SE was obviously a bit ahead of its time. I wouldn’t mind owning this one.
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The guestbook seems to be broken and it’s not my fault. Wah. Damned third-party hosting services…
Like the new look? How about the new “weblog” format (something I’ve been meaning to do for, well, years now)? Right now this is the only page that has the new design. I’ll add it to the rest of the site soon. In the meantime, enjoy.
The Gallery of Regrettable Food is “a simple introduction to poorly photographed foodstuffs and horrid recipes” from cookbooks of the 1930s-1960s. As the site’s maintainer says:
It’s a wonder anyone in the 40s, 50s and 60s gained any weight; it’s a miracle that people didn’t put down their issue of Life magazine with a slight queasy list to their gut, and decide to sup on a nice bowl of shredded wheat and nothing else.
The last item in the Meat! Meat! Meat! section just might put you off eating for a LONG time.
I’m in love with flip flop flyin’ minipops. The Posies are even represented.