I’ve mentioned Wrong Side of the Art before but they recently moved to a new domain and have been killing it. Check it.

Oh bless the interwebs.

For real, dinosaursfuckingrobots.com.

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Today’s discovery: Retrozone. Tons of rad pictures. Most are pin-up-ish. But then there’s great stuff like this:

I can’t wait to check this out — an audio, video, graphics suite for ubuntu.

Sony Releases New Stupid Piece Of Shit That Doesn’t Fucking Work

Ya. For reals.

I’ve been canceling my accounts at social networks that I don’t use. LinkedIn, Behance, Virb, MyNerdGirl, ComicSpace, MySpace — all on the chopping block. I signed up for several just to check them out and then let the account linger. It definitely shows me what services I really need on the web. LinkedIn was the only one I had doubts about because, you know, the career connections! But, hell, I’ve been on it two years or so and never used it so it bit the dust.

So far, I’ve had to email MyNerdGirl and Behance to ask for account cancellations. The others had automated ways to do it. I feel good to be rid of them. It’s a weight off my shoulders to know a little bit of my personal data is off the intertubes.

Ha. A sensible movement in web development. A site that catalogs sites that have dropped support for an unsafe, unsupported browser that just makes our jobs harder: I Dropped IE6.

Every once in a while I’ll catch a few minutes of a show like TMZ where they’ll have video footage of a celebrity being followed (actually usually “preceded” since the photogs are shooting the celeb from the front) by throngs of paparazzi and I think of how annoying it has to be for a celebrity who is honestly not seeking attention to find him or herself in such a situation. Suddenly they have to be on their best behavior when just grabbing a cup of coffee. Most of the photographers would love a bad reaction from the celeb, after all.

Every so often a celeb will make a feeble attempt to turn the tables — photographing the photographers or something. But obviously this means little to the paparazzi. Recently after seeing some footage like that, I remembered a gadget called the Fulgurator that Wired and Boing Boing covered. It projects graffiti (invisible to the eye of the cameraman) onto photographs. The intention of the creator was a sort of stealth street art — he projected messages into strangers’ photos.

But could celebrities (or anyone) who didn’t want to be photographed use such a device defensively? Could the Fulgurator “brand” the photos of paprazzi so they were unsellable? People magazine isn’t going to buy a photograph of Britney Spears if it has the words “This photo was taken by a cocksucker” on it. So until that invisibility cloak becomes commercial, maybe the Fulgurator is a useful weapon to protect celebrity privacy.