Google is now evil

Although one part of Google’s code of conduct is “don’t be evil,” it is clear that over time this transitioned from a mindset of corporate behavior to an outdated catchphrase, perhaps the same way that Johnny Depp refers to the pirate code as “…more of a guideline, really” which has no real meaning, just something to fool people outside of the loop.

The website Google Watch has been tracking Google’s behavior for a long time now, so if you are inclined to find out some the badness Google has been up to, that’s the place to look.

The final straw for me, though was reported on today’s Drudge Report, and linked to an article on The Smoking Gun, where basically Google says we’re allowed to trespass and photograph on private property, because “Complete Privacy Does Not Exist.”  If they can fly a satellite over your house and take pictures that way, clearly they they are also allowed to drive up your driveway, to your house, take pictures that they photographed illegally and without permission, and post them for the entire world to see (unless you live in China).

So, as far as I see it, this is the beginning of a long gradual downfall (or at least flatness, in terms of stock price) for Google, the way Microsoft began ten years ago.  The more their primary cash cow ceases to amaze investors, the more they will continue to thrash in the industry, making more mistakes in the effort to push up stock prices a little bit higher.  Also expect them to use their size to bully around competitors the same way Microsoft has in the past.

Does this mean I will stop using Google today?  Probably not.  There are plenty of other technology companies I hate, but I still use their product out of necessity (or laziness).  Although Microsoft is another company I really don’t like much, I still use XP and love Office.  I hate facebook too, but I still have an account open just so my friends can keep in touch, but I’ve stopped posting information or pictures since they showed their colors in the beacon fiasco.  Although I’m basically bound to my Gmail account now, if the service started at this point I would probably opt out.  Although I will still use Google’s services for the time being, I am no longer at all enthusiastic about it.

Google, you used to be young, cool, and sexy.  Welcome to the real corporate world.  You’re all grown up!

Remind me the name of this song

New game: degrees of youtube porn

Game rules:

1. Go to youtube
2. Search for any term
3. Click on first search result
4. Follow “related videos” links repeatedly until you arrive to questionable content
5. The degree is the number of links followed after the first search term

Example “Disney”, degree: 2 [uh, sick?]:

1. Disney Channel Games 2008 – Day 1 – Chariot of Champions – Part 1
2. Miley Cyrus-Bottom Of The Ocean(Official Good Morning America Performance)HQ*
3. *NEW* another scandal of Miley cyrus shower pics to nick jonas

Example “Basketball”, degree 4:

1. Olympic Basketball Team Prepares for Beijing
2. 2008 Summer Olympics Team USA Basketball July Promo
3. BECKY HAMMON: Playing for Russia in Olympics
4. NY Liberty’s Favorite Songs
5. CAROLINA CULITO PELUDO

Example “Intel”, degree 2:

1. Intel Vs AMD processor
2. Banned Commercials – AMD Athlon vs Intel
3. Banned Commercials – Kylie Minogue(lingerie)

Example “MIT”, degree 1: [this is getting even weirder]

1. MIT Sketching
2. Girl Tied Up [just wrong.]

So there you have it, give it a go yourself, and let us know how it went.

Youtube is a weird, sick place.

(Wget would make this really simple)

There’s gotta be a better way

you’ve sat in the chair, now see the movie

IZO

Izo:

thanks to Ed for the recommendation

Question: when John McCain and a peanut butter jelly sandwich come to a door, who goes first?

Answer:

According to “age before beauty,” John McCain walks through first, and the PB&J sandwich holds the door, according to etiquitte rules and the website Things younger than Republican Presidential candidate (oh, and did I forget to mention war hero?) John McCain.

Thats right, according to that site, John McCain is older than the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Nice.

Thanks L&J.

Thai junior-high bathrooms: boy, girl, and ladyboy

They used to be teased every time they used the boys’ toilets,” he said, “so they started using the girls’ toilets instead. But that made the girls feel uncomfortable.

…

of course sex-change surgery is out of the question at this age – the youngest self-declared transsexual is 12.

Full story at BBC News.

30 minutes of 80’s cartoon Openings

The 90’s

from pembrokewkorgi

For some reason this disturbed me profoundly

Why I was only a poser skater, not rollerblader.

Goodness from Human Giant:

They said Sinjay, are you sure?

I said yeah I’m sure.  I mean, can we just hurry this up?    I wanna get out there on the beach, you know, just have some fun and get the blades going.

From Digg.

Uncomfortably Energetic

found this thanks to BoobToob

Your fart’s carbon footprint

According to Elgood (2007), humans produce up to 1.5 liters of gas per day.  I’m assuming all gas volume figures in this post are at standard atmospheric pressure.

According to Britanica, up to 10% of your farts are methane (not mentioned if by weight or by volume, I’m assuming volume), which makes .15 liters of methane per day.

Which means at 717 gram/liter, you fart up to 110 grams of methane per day.

According to the Intergovenmental Panel on Climate change, methane is about 23 times as potent a greenhouse gas as compared to carbon dioxide.

That brings us to the carbon equivalent of almost 2.5 kilos of CO2 per day just from farting.

Now, being that the CO2 emissions of a Prius are 104 gram/kilometer, that means that just by sequestering your farts, you would reduce your greenhouse footprint enough to offset driving 20 kilometers in a Prius per day.

And now you know.

My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my martini, prepare to die.

Inigo Montoya, the bar.

Even though the sign is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen, I was dissapointed to not find: Mandy Patinkin, Rob Reiner, Cary Elwes, Cristopher Guest, or the ghost of Andre the Giant.  No fencing, poison, or six-fingered men inside either.

Instead, all I found was a mostly empty bar in a strip mall that smelled of old, stale smoke, and a rude bouncer and hostess who didn’t seem to realize that their bar was (name aside) a pile of shit.

Emulating Ocean Sound

I just saw Ween tonight at McCarren Park.  I left my face there because it got rocked off.

So as a tribute to their great rock performance, I’ve taken precious time from my day to copy and paste a url and post this video.

Ween – The Mollusk

Interests: Gnawing, chasing injured people, hanging out in dimly lit stairwells

For all you single zombies, sign up at zombie harmony, so you never have to spend another Saturday night “washing your hair.”

From Digg.