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I think it’s pretty much obvious to anyone with half a brain that information wants to be free—both free as in beer as well as free as in speech. If it weren’t for huge soulless megacorporations imprisoning content behind unreasonably high paywalls and fascist licensing terms, we’d already be collectively a lot richer than we are today. Anyway, it’s not like people would pay for most of their crap anyway, and since they never would have gotten that money, then it’s not like they’ve lost anything. Hell, chances are that by being able to preview merchandise in full, sales are actually improved.

What? Wasn’t this Talk Like A Pirate Day?

The big day is finally here. It’s a day for which so many of us have impatiently waited for so long, almost writhing in anguish as we were denied all but the smallest glimpses of the object of our desires. It is a day that will demonstrate as never before the possibilities inherent when the relentless march of technological progress is matched with a singular vision and a dedicated team of world-class technoartists. It is the day that is, in many ways, the culmination of all the magic and wonder that Steve Jobs has brought to the world over the past two decades.

That’s right: Ratatouille opens today.

Oh yeah, and there’s some new cell phone coming out.

So Microsoft announced a touch-surface interactive computing device called “Microsoft Surface“—gee, now there’s a creative name!—and practically everyone in the known universe has gone crazy over it. Eh, I don’t know. I might be interested, but only if they can get the proper environment running on it, as pictured here.

Oh, c’mon. You know it’s the first thing you thought of too.

From my comment queue, possibly the first time I feel a spammer is really speaking to me as a person:

Did u ever heard about CSS…? it will help your site.

Do tell, oh random anonymous stranger whose site URL crudely references the genitalia of older females! I wish to learn.

Five minutes after I should have left for the airport to catch my flight to Boston and An Event Apart, I finally got the DSL service back, four and a half days after it went dark. After a few minutes of frantic testing and configuration to make sure it would work for Kat in my absence, I blew out the door.

Guess what’s broken in my hotel room.

I know that you don’t need to be told this, but I’m just going to put this on record for anyone who might be Googling for the information in the future, not to mention the four separate people who got this wrong within the last 24 hours. It’s like this:

My last name is spelled M-E-Y-E-R. No trailing “s”; an “e” to each side of the “y”; no “a” anywhere within its bounds. Got it? Good!

Also, it’s “Eric” with a “c”, not a “k” or even a “ck”. ‘kay?

So how does your name get misspelled, and how much does it bother you?

“Daddy, what old is Bear?”

“Do you mean how old is Bear?”

“How old is Bear, yes.”

“I don’t know, sweetie. How old do you think he is?”

“Sixty two.”

“Sixty two?”

“One.”

“Oh, he’s sixty one, not sixty two?”

“No. Bear is sixty two one.”

“Sixty two one.”

“Right.”

Honestly, the most impressive thing is that she knows any numbers above fiveteen.

It’s been very nearly two years since the last time, and that’s way too long. So: it’s time for another caption hunt!

Leave your caption(s) in the comments. Who knows? There might even be a prize or two involved.

(Update: comments are now enabled. Oopsie.)