Absurd And Humorous Websites

What did dinosaurs sound like? How about space? (Also available at the links, storms and whales, but I think most of us know what they sound like.)

The dinosaur ones are strangely hilarious and hypnotizing. I'm kind of freaked out by some of the space ones, and I can't quite figure out why. Other than you can't hear anything in space, I mean.

HAHAHAHA!

Here comes another bubble...

QUOTE (bookworm @ December 13, 2007 06:54 pm)

HAHAHAHA!

Here comes another bubble...

Heh. It's interesting -- certainly some of these Web 2.0 companies are overvalued at the moment, and Silicon Valley has always gone through boom-and-bust cycles. I think we may be close to another bust now, but it's not likely to be nearly as bad as the last one. The invention of the Web set off a frenzy like nothing the Valley had ever seen before[*], and minor innovations like blogging, tagging and syndication are nothing by comparison. Google, of course, is pretty much indispensable at this point, so I think the most they have to worry about is scaling back the spending and hiring a bit.

Also, someone who lost big money in the last bubble is not what you'd call an unbiased source.

[*] Possibly excepting the invention of the first round of personal computers.

I know the Drabble-Matic site was brought up on Snarkfest 2.0, but I couldn't resist a fanfic in honour of the new X-Files film:

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Cute Love

Mulder finished packing. Ever since Scully, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Mulder had been hungry.

There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing threw him, all was strong. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going on the desk to become a noisy apple.

Just then, there was a massive knock at the door. Mulder opened it and stood there hilariously for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his hair.

When Mulder came to, Scully was holding his eyebrow and looking tired. "My love," Scully said beautifully, "I'm sorry for the slow shock. I've been shipwrecked on a dangerous island for the last ten years, living like a zombified rabbit. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my nose in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Mulder could hardly believe his Scully had returned. "I will always love you, nose or no nose. Besides, you can cover it up with a radio."

They embraced splendiferously and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was aching.

Lyra and Will
by William Shakespeare

Enter Lyra

Will appears above at a window

Lyra:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the aliethiometer, and Will is the monkey.
Arise, sneaky monkey, and bite the subtle knife.
See, how he leans his shoulder upon his finger!
O, that I were a glove upon that finger,
That I might touch that shoulder!

Will:
O Lyra, Lyra! wherefore art thou Lyra?
What's in a name? That which we call an eye
By any other name would smell as Tuscan Whole
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a fluorescent kitten that sits on your chest keeping you up all night"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove sharp.

Lyra:
Swain, by yonder subtle knife I swear
That tips in the North the golden spyglass--

Will:
O, swear not by the knife, the lying knife,
That moistly changes in its polar orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise polar.
Sweet, sexy night! A thousand times sexy night!
Parting is such northern sorrow,
That I shall say sexy night till it be morrow.

Exit above

Lyra:
Sleep dwell upon thy shoulder, peace in thy finger!
Would I were sleep and peace, so direly to rest!
elastically will I to my sneaky eye's cell,
Its help to bite, and my Tuscan Whole eye to tell.

QUOTE (particle_person @ December 13, 2007 08:45 pm)

Sweet, sexy night! A thousand times sexy night!
Parting is such northern sorrow,
That I shall say sexy night till it be morrow.

Sheer poetry.

QUOTE (particle_person @ December 13, 2007 08:40 pm)

QUOTE (bookworm @ December 13, 2007 06:54 pm)

HAHAHAHA!

Here comes another bubble...

Heh. It's interesting -- certainly some of these Web 2.0 companies are overvalued at the moment, and Silicon Valley has always gone through boom-and-bust cycles. I think we may be close to another bust now, but it's not likely to be nearly as bad as the last one. The invention of the Web set off a frenzy like nothing the Valley had ever seen before[*], and minor innovations like blogging, tagging and syndication are nothing by comparison. Google, of course, is pretty much indispensable at this point, so I think the most they have to worry about is scaling back the spending and hiring a bit.

Also, someone who lost big money in the last bubble is not what you'd call an unbiased source.

[*] Possibly excepting the invention of the first round of personal computers.

Since it is a satire and hosted by a site, I'm thinking that this isn't a real person singing. :-)

The romance of Charishawk and Scott Bakula (hey, I've been watching Quantum Leap while reading SF):

QUOTE

Noisesome Lang Syne

Scott sipped sneakily at his drink and stood noisesome behind a pear. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel hard and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how melty his fingertip got when he was nervous.

Well, truth be told, Scott knew very well why he was at the party: to see Emily.

Ah, Emily. Just the thought of her, the chance of a glimpse of her ruffly eyelash made Scott's heart beat like a paper napkin that's been left out in the rain for a hundred years.

But tonight everyone was masked. Scott peered quickly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Emily. There, he thought, the woman over by the doorknob, the glitzy one with the hedgehog mask. It had to be Emily. No one else could look so slippery, even in a hedgehog mask.

She began to walk Scott's way and Scott started to panic. What if she actually talked to Scott?

Emily came right up to Scott and Scott thought that he was going to faint.

"Hello," Emily said twitchily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"

"Oh, just looking at the cushion," Scott said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so reflective.

Just then, a wooden voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."

Scott's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Emily might ...

"Happy New Year!"

Emily swept Scott into her arms, bent him in a cabinet, and kissed Scott stormily, slipping him the tongue and groping his elbow.

Scott could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out warmly and pulled Emily's mask off her face. It was Emily! "I knew it was you," Scott said and took his own mask off.

"And it's ... you," Emily said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."

Scott watched her go. She would be right back, Scott was sure. Just as soon as she had her punch.

And then they would fall in love.

Aw, apparently I was less than thrilled to be kissing Scott Bakula. I wonder who I was really after...

QUOTE (bookworm @ December 13, 2007 09:35 pm)

Since it is a satire and hosted by a site, I'm thinking that this isn't a real person singing. :-)

I don't know. He was pretty specific about the places and companies he worked at. I remember WebVan going bust.

This group is known for their parodies, so I really don't think it is real.

Maybe not literally real, but it does sound like an exaggerated version of his life.

And a million other people in Silicon Valley!

But that's the whole point. I don't understand what you're arguing anyhow. Are you saying you think his observations are invalid?

No I was just pointing out that it was probably a reflection of a corporate experience rather than his specific story, that's all.

Okay, so can we go back to talking about interesting things, like whether you think there's a bubble or not?