Though this might be one of those costumes that works best as something you just lie and tell people you went as (even though you really didn’t go out on Halloween, but instead stayed in your corporate housing unit in LA watching consecutive episodes of Battlestar Galactica), because I can’t really see many logical ways to execute it. Drill, baby, drill something or the other, lipstick on your milkshake.
Just get your hands on a dead moose and a bloody bowling pin and you’re golden.
The Internet is pretty fun, but every now and then it gets me really irritated. Take today, for example.
Jason Michaels, one of my favorite CH contributors, had a great idea the other day. CH Intern, Owen, and I worked ovetime to get it illustrated and posted to the site in time for the overnight spot. It did well on the site, but failed to make the front page of Digg. Oh well, right?
But today I got an email from Jason letting me know someone had posted the images from the article on tinypic and the link to that was now on the front page of Digg, sending untold numbers of readers there.
Now, aside from it being extremely frustrating when your work is stolen and posted without credit, it’s doubly-bad for Jason, who would have made money on this post had the link to his gone to the front page of Digg (CH pays writers on a pageview scale). Digg won’t do anything about it, Tinypic most likely will ignore our request to re-direct the URL and Jason is left without credit for his idea and without any money for it either.
So thanks, Stephanie (aka qu6767) for stealing Jason Michaels’ money. Asshole.
Digg, and all of our dependence on it, is actually Ruining Everything. It’s like blogger crack.
No. It’s like blogger steroids. Because, if everyone else is doing it and hitting 40 homeruns a year, then you have to do it too. At least if it was crack, we’d all be high.