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The Joy of Netflix

Wetwired Time Tuesday, February 10th, 2004 at 8:38 am by pylorns

I admit it, I am one of those instant gratification type of people. I hate to wait for something. Sure, to buy something online and wait a week, you have that joy of getting something in the mail and opening it. But usually if it’s in a store I’d just pay the extra money I’d save just to have it now and not tomorrow. This is why I never signed up for netflix. I just figured if I wanted to rent a movie, I’d want to rent it now. Not wait 2 days or so. Of course this was until I got my DVD burner. I’m not saying I am renting movies constantly and burning them. That would be illegal. I’m just saying, I got a DVD burner.

The beauty of netflix is that you pay $20 a month flat rate. No postage no nothing. You sign up, you select your first 3 movies you want sent to you and bamn! The next day they are there. Once you get them you turn around and put them back in the pre-paid envelope and send them right back. Once they recieve them, they next day your new selections.

In the course of a week you could work your way though no less than 6 movies. Blockbuster charges around $4 per movie to rent. That’s $24 a week and roughly $96 a month. I’d say thats pretty good savings. Add in the cost of blank DVD’s around $1.50 a blank DVD you’re still saving quite a bit. Not that I am copying these. I’m just telling you what a deal it “could be.”




To The President of the Academy that offers the Grammys…

Wetwired Time Sunday, February 8th, 2004 at 10:20 pm by Finley

Thank you.

See, I had wondered how inane you and your organization could get tonight. Bad enough that you ran a show tonight so badly produced that it caused me to turn it off several times. But then, you introduced your new “educational campaign” designed to curb downloading music. Your little speech did so much to show just how much the music industry is resisting change and growth that I had to laugh. Tell you what- you start producing quality music again that doesn’t cater only to the flavor-of-the-month crowd, and I’ll consider buying a CD again. Until then, I will continue to refuse buying cds of music that sucks.

So, here’s to you. Oh, and in honor of tonight’s “show” I went ahead and downloaded the song that won Record of the Year, “Clocks” by Coldplay from KaZaa.

Morons.

One final note- before you ask, I don’t download music very often either. The song I downloaded tonight was the first one I’d downloaded in months- almost as long as it’s been since I bought a cd.




Female Genital Mutilation Continues, Says Report

Wetwired Time Sunday, February 8th, 2004 at 1:17 pm by RokynRobyn

WASHINGTON - The practice of female genital mutilation (FGM) is still widespread in many African countries despite intensified efforts to fight the procedure, said U.S. officials and women’s rights activists Friday, the first anniversary of the International Day of Zero Tolerance against FGM.

The procedure, which some experts say dates back 5,000 years, can cause massive and fatal bleeding to women. It can also lead to future chronic infections, sterility and serious complications in childbirth. Performed mainly in Africa but also in some Asian and Middle Eastern nations, FGM is often practiced without anesthetic on infants and girls by medically unqualified persons.

According to a report distributed to journalists here, parents are increasingly subjecting infants and young girls — “from the first few weeks of life to age two or three” — to genital cutting. Activists say those parents believe the practice prevents their daughters from being unfaithful to their future husbands and, in some communities, guarantees that women will find husbands.

Some two million girls face the practice every year, while an estimated 130 million girls and women worldwide have undergone genital cutting.

The report, the highlights of which were distributed at a press conference, says that more than 7 in 10 women have undergone the procedure in African countries like Mauritania, Burkina Faso, Ethiopia, Sudan, Eritrea, Mali, Egypt and Guinea. The report says that in some countries where the practice is deeply rooted, like Eritrea and Sudan, many women are subjected to infibulation, an extreme form of circumcision that involves cutting more of the genitalia than just the clitoris, and then sewing the two sides of the vulva almost completely closed.

RAINBO, a group based in London, is seeking funding from the World Bank, the European Commission and national governments, she added.




A tribute to Carlie Brucia

Wetwired Time Friday, February 6th, 2004 at 9:45 am by RokynRobyn

A surveillance video camera caught 11-year-old Carlie




I’ve started adding filters

Wetwired Time Thursday, February 5th, 2004 at 12:24 pm by pylorns

I’ve started adding filters to block spam on the server side, but I am still unsure if they are working. Spam is such a nuisance because it just clutters my inbox. You know there was a time when you checked your email and you got something you were like “wow! an email!”. Now you check it and you have 50 emails asking you if you have erectile disfunction.

What do you guys use for spam filtering? Do you have other programs you run on your computers or do you use a 3rd party server to strip out annoying emails?




Spellbound

Wetwired Time Wednesday, February 4th, 2004 at 12:14 pm by RokynRobyn


As you run out to rent the nominations for the Academy Awards, here




Postal 2

Wetwired Time Monday, February 2nd, 2004 at 8:37 am by pylorns

Thanks to Dav1x, I have a copy of Postal 2. I spent several hours last night delving into the insanity that is this game. A virtual killing spree of gargantuan proportions.

Postal 2 is the sequel to the horribly violent game Postal, released in 1997, in which a man goes insane, dons a black trench coat, collects a cadre of weapons and blows the shit out of any and everything that moves




We are Siamese if you please.

Wetwired Time Sunday, February 1st, 2004 at 10:13 am by pylorns

The rain came down sideways as I grabbed my trench coat and put my .45 in my shoulder holster. I put my hat on and stepped out into the street. Not too many people were out this evening, most of them running for cover. Not me, I had an agenda.

I walked through the puddles in the middle of the street to avoid the stench of the piss and shit that lay in the gutters. The rain will wash it all away, and tomorrow will be a nicer day; bright and shiny, and hopefully a bit cleaner. Five minutes later I came upon the Golden China Star. It was a Chinese restaurant run by the Chinese underworld.

The restaurant had all the inklings of a good china buffet. All the posters and paintings on the wall were traditional until you walked into the bathroom. It was strange that a place where some people do their best thinking; there is a picture of George Washington and a picture of a rodeo clown on the wall.

I flipped my gun open to check the round. 3 bullets. I hopped there weren’t going to be more than 3 men there. This was not the type of place that I should be walking into with 3 bullets, but what could I do, they were standing out the door waiting for me.

(Creak) The door opened behind me as I was taking a piss.

“Mister Wang wants to see you now.”

“I’m taking a piss.”

“You hurry up mao.”

He was right behind me, so I turned around and pissed on his pants and shoes.

“Oh I’m sorry, you rushed me before I was finished.”

He said something in Chinese, but before he could say anything more I punched him and knocked the wind out of him, then hit his head against the toilet a few times.

(creak)

I walked out of the bathroom to see across the restaurant Mister Wang sitting with his gang of rabid Chinese wombats.

“Mister Walker, you will come sit”

“I’d rather stand”

“You will sit Mister Walker; we have much talking to do.”

I sat down. Amazingly they didn