This is just like a real conference call.
Trigger warning: this is just like a real conference call.
This is just like a real conference call.
Trigger warning: this is just like a real conference call.
Brilliant! Although it’s kind of like shooting fish in a barrel to make a Markov chain out of someone whose entire output is already one big Markov chain.
Adam Curtis: the Banksy of documentaries.
This could come in useful for updating the Clearleft website.
This is hilarious …for about two dozen people.
For everyone else, it’s as opaque as the rest of the standardisation process.
Do you want to know what the truth is about shrimps? They’re the idiots of the sea! One time I saw a shrimp just swim right into a rock.
It’s impossible to predict the creations that will spring forth when people gather in the spirit of participation, collaboration, and benign anarchy at the next Science Hack Day, but the results are certain to be inspired, and inspiring.
I’m not quite sure why this is funny, but I am quite sure that it is.
Look, I would never usually link to a “listicle” on Buzzfeed, but this is all kinds of cumulative mirth.
Modern pop songs retold as Shakespearian sonnets.
An alternative history from a parallel timeline.
He started coding his own just weeks after Tim Berners-Lee, a tunnel engineer helping to build the STERN protein collider, discovered ancient scrolls buried in the Swiss soil that revealed the secrets of HTML.
The image-stitching algorithm is trying its best.
This was a lot of fun for us. It might even be fun to listen to.
If you haven’t seen Dawn Of The Planet Of The Apes, then listen ye not—this is a spoilerific podcast episode.
A variation on “Christ, what an asshole!”
Funny because it’s true:
The thing I regret the most is how my class addiction affected my relationship with HTML.
This is called expletive infixation.
I’ll always remember the “Phila-fucking-delphia” example from Steven Pinker’s The Language Instinct:
If you said “Philadel-fucking-phia”, you’d be laughed out of the pool hall.
A blog covering the conservative dinosaur readiness movement.
I bet you’re going to just keep clicking and clicking and clicking…
Look at the streets of Brighton for some games to play while you’re in town for dConstruct.
Don’t ever worry about not sharing again.
You can’t demo a digital product without a cup of coffee on a wooden table.
In an extension of the “Christ, what an asshole!” theory of comics, here we see Peanuts captioned entirely with lyrics from The Smiths.
These are mostly just mean …but kinda funny.
These seem just about as reasonable as any other CAPTCHA.
These are like chindogu, but they’re all available from Amazon with accompanying reviews.
Show me on the teddy bear where Nate Bolt touched you.
Don’t let James Bridle get a hold of this.
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Best. Chrome extension. EVER!
Paul’s Chrome extension replaces every instance of “the cloud” with “the moon” (something I do in my head anyway).
It’s forked from an extension that replaces every instance of “the cloud” with “the clown.”
Oh, and Ben has written a version for Safari …forked from code that converts every instance of “the cloud” to “my butt.”
Revolutionising the way you revolutionise email.
Biting satire that hits its mark superbly. Ouch! Be careful — this is sharp …and funny.
Dispatches from the disturbing town of Scarfolk, where it is permanently the 1970s:
Scarfolk is more than its famous sewage treatment works, it’s more than its high security mental facilities; it’s more than its world renowned covens; it’s more than its fine reputation which it rebuilt after a spate of grizzly serial killings…
It’s funny and creepy in equal measure. Actually, the creepiness may be the larger measure.
Funny and painful in equal measure.
The truth …it burns!
A classic of writing on the fundamental differences between programming languages.
Another Tom Scott project:
I had to take one more quick, cheap shot — and I think a Tumblr blog is the quickest, cheapest shot it’s possible to take.
Like @jeremysjob, but specifically for UX roles.
The latest project from Tom Scott is like many Facebook-authenticated apps that ask you to sell your soul, but this one is literal. I think I might offer my soul (worth 56gigaMorgans) to Cthulhu.
A wonderful collection of misconceptions, often the result of being myzelled when young.
I think there might be some subliminal messages hidden in these album covers.
Now this is what I call tech reporting.
The women leave the stage, wet computer in hand, and a new man takes the stage. He plays a schmaltzy video where Portuguese children teach adults to use Windows 8 accompanied by a hyperloud xylophone soundtrack that slices through my hangover like cheesewire though lukewarm gouda.
The biggest plot holes of World War Two.
Warning: contains spoilers.
The best review of The Hobbit.
VC funding that actually makes sense, from the always-sensible Maciej Cegłowski.
Don’t do it. Don’t click that button just one more time. Don’t.
I wish to cover the entire Brighton Pavilion in Bakelite for my own amusement.
Wondering whether that network-enabled device of yours is worthy of being considered part of the “internet of things?” Just answer these few short questions.
Celebrating the work of the tireless men and women who shorten headlines so they’ll fit on your iPhone.
Does Zed Shaw look like a bitch to you?
I said does Zed Shaw look like a bitch to you?
Funny because it’s true.
This is so crazy, it just might work. Matt wants the internet to buy Wardenclyffe and turn it into a Tesla museum.
Lance Arthur uses a tweet from Paul Ford as a starting point for a text adventure.
Any sufficiently advanced Markov chain is indistinguishable from James Bridle.
Pitch-perfect parody from The Onion:
HP announced they’re making a new push into cloud computing and that they totally know what that is.
In related news, I’ve ordered my “the cloud is a lie” T-shirt from James.
Yet another piece of brilliance from Tom:
Click to make the Olympic Mascots fire their roof-mounted missiles! Aim for terrorists, protestors, and any illegal advertising!
A fun bit of Markov chaining of your tweets. Some of mine:
Had a burrito in Barcelona. Thank you get the peacocks plumage.
Stand by to the most helpful. The Fuck Was That type shop and David Byrne walked into a Wikipedia entry?
Last Waltz again. This Is A demonstration of The office doors are they talk right now. Cool your plans.
Picking salad leaves from the people who own them. They’re just resting” at the communal testing lab is!
Heading out the standard option. Alas, there’s no signs of spending Bloomsday as constructive feedback?
It’s not enough to have the same Photoshopped image from Back To The Future trotted out every. single. year. …now you can pass this meme around every minute of every day of every month of every year. Thanks a lot, Seb.
Sure, this is a bleedin’ one-to-one copy of feckin’ Wikipedia. Give it an aul’ spin.
Well, I guess this is one way of encouraging people to upgrade their browser.
In light of the recent death of Ray Bradbury, I think we should all honour his memory by revisiting this song (featuring some future-friendly headgear).
I’ll feed you grapes and Dandelion Wine and we’ll read a little Fahrenheit 69…
Markov-generated Quora questions …far more entertaining than actual Quora questions.
A satirical parody of post-singularity existence by Tom Scott inspired by Jim Munroe’s Everyone in Silico and Rudy Rucker’s Postsingular.
I’m sure there’s a theme connecting all of these pictures. I just haven’t figured out what it is yet.
Bravo, Bruce, bravo.
I heard Glen Campbell’s “Like A Rhinestone Cowboy” on the radio and began absent-mindedly singing “Like a rounded corner” to it.
This is kinda funny (because it’s kinda true).
This is wonderfully random: illustrations used to illustrate patent applications but without the context.
Inspired by the recent .net magazine article on “20 leading web designers’ desks for your inspiration”, here’s a blog dedicated to the place where the real web design magic happens: the designer’s poostation.
The Old Aesthetic.
There’s two years(!) of doctored headlines here. Yes, it’s puerile but it’s also very funny (to my puerile sensibilities).
You can’t have a zeitgeisty internet meme without cats.
There’s a chain of hotels, one of which is in Brighton, called “My Hotel.” I bet they have stories like this one.
Andy Baio pointed to this from Twitter a few hours ago and ever since, I’ve been playing it and giggling over and over.
The hitherto unnoticed connection between the names of Android phones and the names of condoms.
Existential ennui delivered through interface copy.
Sometimes the good folk at HTML5doctor.com get asked questions that might be better suited for a real, medical doctor. These are those questions.
Download and play the Jason Scott Adventure — only you can help Jason save the internet!
It turns out that Big Bird is a god-defying instantiation of Moorcock’s Eternal Champion. Magnificent!
Big Bird and Snuffy go with him to stand in the Hall of Two Truths at the gate to the afterlife. The gigantic foam balls on these guys! Sure, Elmo loves you, but when’s the last time Elmo held anyone’s hand on the threshold of eternal night?
A hackweek project from Twitter employees to create the best/worst recruitment video of all time.
I loved this talk from Travis at New Adventures in Web Design, especially when he talked of the importance of Geocities and MySpace in democratising creative expression on the web.
We may have later bonded over that Ze Frank quote while in the toilet at the after-party …there may have even been hugs.
A genuinely amusing alternative history of programming languages.
Thanks to Jason Scott, every episode of The Sound Of Young America ever recorded is now stored on the Internet Archive. Get huffduffing!
Ell oh ell.
This cracked me up. There are two possibilities: either this is really is very funny or I am very nerdy.
Funny but creepy. Freepy.
Where men meets moustaches meets hair meets moustaches meets hair meets MOUSTAIR.
A trojan horse for plagiarised college papers, much like the fakery on maps (“Lie Close”, “Arlington”) and in dictionaries; traps to be sprung on the hapless copy’n’paster.
A masterplan for the moon as a global cemetery. Launch the ashes of your loved ones to the moon (leaving the buckyball container in lunarstationary orbit). Given enough ashes and enough buckyballs, the result is a fertile surface and a atmosphere-trapping layer of fullerine. Terraforming via recycled humans.
Or, if that’s too long-term for you, you can buy a scale-model moon jewel.
It’s funny and heartbreaking because it’s true.
It’s funny because it’s true.
Because Yelp needs Cormac McCarthy.
Sims who are on fire will no longer be forced to attend graduation before they can put themselves out.
I got your 1% right here.
Celebrating pornographers who go the extra mile when set dressing classroom porn and actually write something on the blackboard. What do they write, and is it correct?
IM conversations between a cat and its so-called owner.
Valuable advice from Slowtron on cooking perfect longpork.
If you’re going to have a photo-shoot for your engagement, this is the way to do it.