This started as a 122-character Tweet, which was going to say
Wikipedia has a “Snuff disambiguation” page. This is frustrating for people who want nicotine and not to kill porn stars.
But aargh: I’m in a one-push excursion in Wikipedia now, both forking from that page, beginning on (respectively) “Snuff film” and “Snuff (tobacco)”. Following link after link, pushing further into the bowels of Wikipedia with the plan to eventually pop (see stack) but never actually popping, because of the finite number of hours in one person’s life.
This has landed me outside of Wikipedia, into exploring “Antiques > Decorative Arts > Other” (where snuff boxes live on eBay), adding Tesis (7.6starswoot!) to my Netflix queue, and entirely forgetting how to monetize either. Also, being reminded that Saddam Hussein was dead.
Sometimes I need to stop, realize that few people care, and admit that no one is paying me for blogging, despite my best efforts.
















Holy fucking shit Cannibal Holocaust.
This … um … makes The Blair Witch Project (which my ex-wife legitimately believed was based on real footage) a lot less fun. I. Don’t. Understand. Torture. Porn. I have more thoughts, but if I don’t step away from the keyboard I’m likely vomit on it. Why the fuck did I read the whole article?
Mike, have you seen it?
Tobbaco-specific nitrosamines. Nicotinic acetylcholine receptors, which apparently opens Calcium channels and (if my remembered neuroscience is correct) might explain why people quitting smoking are so pissy.
TMI. In the world. A LOC is the amount of information in the Library of Congress (US) as of its definition, when the number was about 100 terabytes. One could probably build a LOC’s worth of storage at Fry’s, today, for less than a Toyota would cost, which suggests that in ten years or so it will fit inside an iPod Nano case and cost a couple hundred bucks. How many LOCs does the LoC contain now? How many on the Web, and is that number bigger? There were supposed to be 10,000 LOC in the world, which is one exa — as of ten years ago — but surely one can tack on two zeros now (no?). Previously (almost exactly five years ago) I speculated that I would never need more than 10 exabytes of space. “What would I possibly do with all that storage?“, I asked. I may very well be wrong. I have no idea what the answer would be, except that in twenty years it will strike us all as blindingly obvious.