I am the new Facebook.

Kelly Sutton over at Hackcollege wrote an interesting article about the new changes that Facebook have planned. What's even better is you could check it out yourself and do a little test run.

www.new.facebook.com

I personally think that facebook should stick with what they have now. The new changes almost makes things very cluttered. For profile pages, wall post and the mini feed have decided form into one super mega beast of information... and that super mega beast is way too crowded.

One thing that did tickle my "oh that's cool" button was the tabs on top of the profile page. It makes it a lot nice instead of having the stuff on the side or all up in your profile page.

To get the full effect of the changes, click on your name on the top left or check out someone else profile page. Also, keep in mind that after visiting the above url your default will be the new layout. To change back to it there's a link that says "back to old layout" in the upper right hand corner.

If you guys notice anything else interesting or just want to leave how you feel about it. Leave a comment!

I am in love with Google

It's been almost two weeks since my last post and I think I'm due for another. I've actually had a couple things I wanted to write about but no time really to write about them. This one website has probably been sitting in my tab bar for about two weeks because I'm afraid that if I close it, I'll lose it forever. Which, really, wouldn't be that big of a deal.

I love Google. You have your Mac fanboys, your Windows fanboys, and your weird Linux cultist, but I love my Google. I started using Gmail back when it was still invite only. I have had my account since June 2004 which is over four years, 637 mbs of space, and over 13,975 emails. I love it.

But what really attracts me about the vast amounts of Google applications is the simplicity of it all and also the attention that Google gives to the work that they do. For example, they recently changed their homepage to allow quicker access to their Privacy page. They didn't just stick the link on the homepage though, they considered the amount of words actually on the homepage. It's a minor thing, but that attention to small detail is what's great about Google.

"This mystery and its revelation was really interesting because I thought about the homepage, and how to keep it simple, all the time. Yet I hadn't thought to look at it through this very simple lens: just count the words. The fewer, the better. Ever since that night, this has been our discipline, and everyone who works on the homepage and its design knows the current number: 28."

[via Official Google Blog]

I am the Chinese Armed Police

What do Segways and Asian men with guns have to do with keeping the Chinese Olympic games safe?

Clearly, everything.




I have to admit, as dorky as this looks, this is frickin' awesome. Why don't we have the Philadelphia Police Force out and about on these things? Better yet, Drexel campus security!

I especially like the guy in the back with the camouflaged rifle with a scope and knife bayonet. It must be from his personal collection.

[via Geekologie via BBC News]

I am a couple of cups sitting on a coffee table.

This post is only to point out the fact that I like to think in really odd ways and personify strange things. I just like to personify. For example, "The laptop squeals in anguish as his owner, Mervin Choun, types out an agonizing blog post about cups on his coffee table."

Like the cups that are sitting in front of me right now. Left out by their respective owners who actually grabbed them in the first place. Left out to be forgotten and left out to be left there for a long time. A combination of mugs, free plastic drexel cups, fancy glass cups, and a lonely Poland Springs water bottle. All standing up right but one knocked over.

Who do these cups belong to? All six of them don't know. Except for one. The writer of this post. The one with the plastic drexel cup. Claimed by him for all to know. That cup is fucking mine.

But what about the others? Oh wait, another one just popped up. Hidden by the screen of this laptop is another mug. Strangely enough, one of the mugs that the writer of this post brought to this house and is usually reserved for him. What's it doing out here? Good question.

All of them almost empty except for the last drops that the last user had left. The last drops that we like to call "backwash". We all know that the last bits of a bottle or a cup are really the saliva of the previous user (or users). All of that backwash is the only evidence of the previous owners.This is a sad and lonely story. A sad and lonely story that could only be reserved for these type of cups. The futures of these cups are unpredictable and probably wild. They could be used once or they could be use various times. They could be used by the same person or by multiple people confusing that cup as their own. They could be filled with the pureness of Philadelphia tap water or possibly by the vile and evil liquid of liquor or beer. They could end up being left there for days without being washed or being washed immediately after use, ready for another rotation of lips coming to their lips.

Of course, that's what these cups live for. The lip to lip action! No matter what they were originally crafted for, these cups need the be drank from. Without it, they are no long cups but merely containers of liquid. Simple tupperwear without a lid! And without a doubt, these cups do not want to be pushed down to the lowely class of tupperwear. Although they may be kings of leftovers, they are merely paupers to the fine china.

As said before, the future of these warriors of liquid may be uncertain. But one thing is certain to this drunken writer. They all will end up getting washed, and they will all ended up in the exact same spot.

I am a little taste.

You took a little sip didn't you?  You popped and now you can't stop.  Greed, Lust, Gluttony.  You dipped your finger into the peanut butter jar, spread it over the celery, and fucking chomped on it.  Satisfying?  Of course.  But who knows where that finger's been.  In fact, who knows where that celery has been.

It feels familiar doesn't it?  Rain that is.  That smell is is usually distinctive but it never is for me.  It reminds me of fish.  Or the times when I was little and I didn't care about getting wet.  I'd still stay outside until it started to lighting.  Puddles weren't a nusiance but an awesome source of entertainment.

Fun.  What happened to it?  It use to walk up to me and we use to spend hours just exploring and satisfying our curiousities.  Now?  I have to find it cause it's usually hiding.  Then it's a short time and I'm already missing it.

I am tired of all of this

I'll do it myself.

Real post coming tomorrow.

I am cursed with a small tongue.

Really, I am cursed with a small tongue. I mean, it's really not that big of a deal but it makes it tough to eat soup sometimes. Lollipops take forever to get to the center to. It's kind of hard to whistle. Living a life with a small tongue is tough.

After spending exactly two minutes brushing my teeth in the morning with my Sonicare elite toothbrush, I spend exactly two minutes more looking at my tongue in the mirror.

Look at this guy!

[via BoingBoing]