…is this parody? Or reporting?
The Merriam-Webster dictionary is getting to be one of the more pungent tongue-in-cheek Twitter accounts (although it’s still no Wendy’s). So far, it has taken 11 occasions to correct our Pumpkin-in-Chief on his misuse or misspelling.
Here’s an example, from last August, after the big ol’ bigot told his rally audience of bigots that Hillary Clinton was the real bigot.
📈 Lookups for “bigot” are up 5400% over average right now. https://t.co/cj8WGTK14y
— Merriam-Webster (@MerriamWebster) August 25, 2016
If I were designing dictionary technology, I would set this up so that when a Trump supporter looked up this word, it would say,
big-ot n. see mirror. No, not in the dictionary. In your bathroom.
There’s lots more fun at the Daily Dot. Check it out.
Rochester B Sides is always fun and enlightening. The keynote was by @dualcore about techniques that malware writers will use to defeat memory forensics so that their hard work developing payloads is not trashed.
His talk was punctuated with those infamous clips of goats emitting disturbingly human-like screams. I have no idea why, and I am not even that curious about it. His talk was still good…
But then he had a slightly longer break while a data harvesting process ran. And he played this.
Gotta love BSides.
Team Ninja Warrior, people!
Good luck staying conscious for two shows of that!
Googling for random stuff in hope of inspiration, I put a few off-kilter search terms into the box. Nothing much, after a couple tries, but then I tried “trivial pursuit sketch”. I was planning a braggy kind of column about how you don’t want to challenge me at that game. You just don’t.
But then I landed on this. I don’t know what it has to do with Trivial Pursuit, but… ever since Educating Rita, I have always had a bit of a thing for Julie Walters.
Yes, you read it here first. Your humble blogger thinks Molly Weasley is hawt.
Deal with it.
It’s disgusting that it took this long. And of course, the vile spew he takes with him will be replaced in spades. So this is not one to celebrate so much. Knocking one brick out of the wall that has so many roaches scurrying to shore it back up, counts for nothing.
It has to be nuked flat.
I think sometimes… there are two or three people gathered… in a cubicle… or in a small conference room. And I think the conversation goes something like this.
And then… I get an email. An email containing such a level of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, that it can only be the product of an intense session of this Brilliant! process, honed to perfection.
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