In which I look at today through a stranger’s eyes

I heard there was some huge sporting event today (well, yesterday now, I suppose). It involved a bunch of men in bulky tops and tight pants throwing a silly-looking object around and trying to keep the silly-looking object out of the possession of the enemy. Meanwhile, the audience is partying and watching the game on big-screen televisions, eating various foods, commenting on the choice of halftime entertainment, and oohing and aahing at people (and occasionally inanimate objects) promoting their products during the breaks.

What a crazy world we live in. So what happened today again?

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If the Internet won the Nobel Peace Prize

There’s a rumor going around saying that the Internet has been shortlisted for the Nobel Peace Prize. Yes, the Internet. Not a particular online community or user, but the entire Internet. That’s like saying you’re Time’s Person of the Year, except you actually were Time’s Person of the Year in 2007.

The Internet probably won’t get the prize even if this is true, but what if the prize committee is feeling lazy, doesn’t feel like debating the merits of the other nominees, and decides to actually give the prize to the Internet? The prize committee gets to answer some interesting questions. Some answers are more amusing than others.

1. Who gets to take the trip to Oslo to accept the prize? Al Gore, so-call inventor of the Internet (even though he didn’t, and even though he already has a Nobel Peace Prize)? The people who actually invented the Internet? Anonymous? Or will the ceremonies turn into a huge convention like ComicCon or DragonCon, with people cosplaying past recipients? It’ll be called NobelCon, a place where despite being on a new continent, Americans are shocked to discover a world outside their country. Even better (or at least almost as good so we can be spared the terrible costumes) this ceremony can be streamed live so everyone can be there in some way.

If NobelCon did happen, there will be people on the outside trying to raise awareness about the Ig Nobel Prizes and telling the con-goers that the Ig Nobel winners do legitimate research too. Just because it sounds funny doesn’t mean it’s not research!

2. What would the acceptance speech be like? Clearly it would have to embrace every aspect of Internet culture: short, chatspeak, and–thanks to the wonders of Twitter–140 or fewer character.

“All your peace are belong to us. kthxbye.”

The acceptor or acceptors would then dance off the stage while Rickrolling everyone.

3. Where would the prize money go? Giving it to the US military would cause a riot, even given their role in creating the Internet, so we need alternate sources. Most of the Internet’s memes come from 4chan, so hosting 4chan, as ridiculous as that sounds, actually makes sense. Google is also a choice that isn’t completely farfetched, given their role in indexing the Web, as is the Wayback Machine. All that kronor for the Wayback Machine would mean that we’d be way more careful about what we post online.

Or they can throw the money toward a smoother transition to IPv6 to make sure we don’t run out of Internet. What an appropriate time.

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Adventures in Wrimonia, Part Twenty-Seven: The Plot Bunny Day Care Center

Day twenty-one. Mia still hadn’t written a single word that day, and she knew that she had to write over two thousand words a day in order to finish NaNoWriMo. Still, the novel wouldn’t die. She stared at the screen, knowing that the story wouldn’t die unless she made it, and started to type.

Once again, the words wouldn’t come. “No, that doesn’t sound right,” she told herself, backspacing. Mia looked around. Only Wrimos were around, walking around Wrimonia with their characters in deep discussion. Continue Reading »

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Math in photography

One of my friends sent me a link via Twitter this morning said it reminded her of me. The link in question showed math in photography, complete with equations. I know I’m not the only one guilty of tracing functions in the sky and in the nature. Who knew that someone approximated actual functions?

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Adventures in Wrimonia, Part Twenty-Six: Purple Trebuchets and Coffee Houses

Mia typed away at her novel, wondering what would happen next as Amy and Coffee Shop Boy (Mia had decided that Coffee Shop Boy’s name was Keith) got to know each other. Amy started coming to the coffee shop more often, actually pretending to like coffee as she laughed at his puns and even complimented his big leather jacket.

“Amy, you hate coffee,” Brenda said one day as she poured Amy a refill. Continue Reading »

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The state of the Internet

Focus has released an infographic on the State of the Internet. Most of the data isn’t surprising, such as:

* more affluent people are more likely to have broadband access
* Japan has the fastest average broadband speed
* the 65+ age group is least likely to use the Internet

The surprising part for me is that only 7% of bloggers are in the 18-24 age range, with no mention of bloggers under 18. This struck me as interesting because I started blogging in 2001. I was 14 at the time, and as most young teenagers do, I wrote about my everyday life with the more-than-occasional whinge about how the world was against me. Young bloggers were the exception, not the norm, back then. I mostly read the journals of adults because journals of teens my age weren’t that common, and I was very jealous of the rare person my age who had their own domain, mostly because my parents wouldn’t let me buy anything online, much less my own webspace.

This has changed, though. I feel old in chats and forums, and I’m only in my early twenties. People are doing more sooner and younger. Kids are growing up with technology, and next thing you know, they’ll be pounding away at the keyboard from birth. A recent blogging award site included a teen category, which was nonexistent in my early days of blogging.

Young people do blog. We just don’t see them as much.

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Adventures in Wrimonia, Part Twenty-Five: The Inner Editor

Thanks to the protest, Mia didn’t get much writing done that day. Unfortunately, no free dinners, shrimp or otherwise, were to be found, and Mia found herself munching on pretzels and frozen grapes as she worked on the next scene in her novel. Alaina was nowhere to be found, and her characters felt even farther away. The problem that day wasn’t with the lack of anything to write about, like with Writer’s Block. Continue Reading »

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Where does all that baggage go?

Everyone despises baggage claim. You stand there forever waiting for the bags to come out and you get really excited when a new one comes out, only it’s not yours. After about fifteen minutes of “Is it there yet?” your bag finally comes out, but long after you’re gone, that one ugly brown plaid bag is still going around the conveyer belt. Haven’t you ever wondered what happens to those things?

Wonder no more. Enter the Unclaimed Baggage Center in Scottsboro, Alabama. Go there and shop to your heart’s content, knowing that someone had the good idea to take your purchases on an airplane but didn’t bring them back home.

Yes, I said shop. You can actually buy their stuff. It’s a bit over an hour from where I grew up. This calls for a day trip.

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This is how a protest should be

The infamous Westboro Baptist Church (look them up yourself if you don’t know who they are; I don’t want to give them more traffic) decided to plan a protest at Twitter Headquarters in San Francisco.

They didn’t expect people protesting their visit in a grand and random fashion, as shown on Laughing Squid. This is how protests to nonsense like Westboro should be, folks: silly, random, and so full of fun that the actual protesters don’t know what to do. Especially when they get Rickrolled with signs imitating their own design.

Now where’s my silly hat?

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Adventures in Wrimonia, Part Twenty-Four: The Protest

Mia was still behind by day seventeen, but thanks to her newfound love of warring against herself and BattleJesus, the rate at which she fell behind was substantially slower. In fact, she felt herself catching up! She walked across Wrimonia and saw a group of people carrying signs in front of one of the forums she hadn’t actually entered before.

Helpful Orgs and Sites, the plaque in front of the forum read. Mia looked closer at the signs. None of these people were writing, though they were all Wrimos, as evidenced by their blue (and occasionally green) bars. A few of them were carrying signs with shrimp on them. She walked past them. Continue Reading »

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