liNks
what follows are links that, in our opinion, sum up idiocy or the non-pursuit thereof.
It would be foolish to not include the god of corporate parody in our modest list. Besides we are trying to score DNRC points.
"Continues in the tradition of Pratt's little-seen but much-admired tiny zine Ersatz, sharing the unique aptitude for organizing the seemingly random into a coherent chopping list." -SUCK FOUNDER Joey Anuff. Suck? The Finger? One might begin to wonder whether or not a zine could pass itself off as webworthy without a vulgar turn of the old phrase. Anyone for joining my next startup, FUCK?
These idiots try to not only score idiot points by "selling" the future to corporate hogheads, but you have to pay to join their select group. This is capitalism in action.
God rest Mirky's soul.
What in the land of Wa is this guy talking about? Does he hate Japan or does he love it? I think someone has eaten too much sushi.
Ambrose Bierce's catalogue of idiocy from hell.
A step-by-step debunking of some of the most tenacious, idiotic theories on this planet by the esteemed professor of Philosophy at Sacramento City College (?) Yeah, um, this guy rates as a first-class thinker. It's that damn tenure system again.
Now, on the face of it this seems like a good idea from an all too well-meaning telco. But let's look at it again. What kind of company posts toll-free telephone numbers? Have you folks ever heard of a war-dialer? Are you trying to take the fun out of hackerdom?
Mr. Smarty Pants knows Jack. And Jack is an idiot. This has to be the lamest of the lame, farmer's-almanac-spewing, piece of cow-pie, reference page I've ever seen. Why do so many people reference this guy in their web pages? If Mr. Smarty Pants knew anything, it would have to start with how to do a decent webpage.
Chuck Shepherd has lovingly maintained an ongoing fascination with how far the public can take weirdness and total lunacy. Apparently, not far enough.
No list of random idiocy would be complete without this faux cult's guidelines to utter insanity and pop kultch. Not that this is a bad thing. It's just when you try to have a cult based on a guy named Bob, the slippery slope in pretty steep.
Billed as the business magazine for people who work for a living, this e-zine is really a covert operation by the CIA to try to make the average American worker into a whiney, complaining drone (instead of a mere silent, hard-working drone).
Southern-fried idiocy at its best.
The supposed bleeding-edge cyber journal of the end-of-the-century has this webpage as it's masthead? R.U. Sirius?