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Saturday, November 16, 2002
Digital Rights Management Porn

In January of this very Year of Our Lord, Harvard Business Review named Gonzo Marketing one of the ten best business books of 2001. A b-school prof called to congratulate me on the coup. I didn't quite believe him, and on further questioning he said he wasn't really sure it was Gonzo; maybe it was Bozo Something. That sounded more likely for Harvard, but as you can imagine, my interest was piqued.

Not wishing to leave my chair for fear of actual exercise, I paid nearly 20 bucks to download the entire fucking January 2002 issue from a little digital ripoff outfit called NewsStand.com. Picture if you will my chagrin when I found the document was locked, preventing me from quoting the review of my own motherfucking book. Picture this chagrin morphing into screen-smashing rage when the above "information" message popped up as I tried to capture the goddam page image. Those cocksuckers! NON-FREE CONTENT is right!

Not that I don't value the great attention to my book and everything, but my theory is that HBR didn't want anybody to copy from this issue because of the following notice in its back pages...

This item should have read:

Suzy... Suzy Cream Cheese...

So please, in the interests of Digital Rights Management, do not link to this blog item. Or even read it. Whoops...


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Thursday, November 14, 2002
The Morning After +1

What wonderful birthday greetings! One was addressed to Coyote himself. "Thank you for all your kindness, care and craziness. Howl on." Signed by some miraculous...

Via AKMA Margaret suggested that AWOL bloggers might rationalize their absence by saying: "Please just pretend I'm Chris Locke and don't try to understand me."

Tom Matrullo wrote: "The thing is, it's wonderful. You know? As soon as the mists clear, the cells fall away, the ice floes break, the forests return, the guns fall silent, the glass darkly shatters into a knitting basket of stereoptical suns, we should endeavor to "catch up" - or even sooner. It's about time, don't you think?"

And many happy click-on-this-URL's. Oh my. Now I'm getting spam from every e-card scam on the net. How can I ever thank you?
Macromedia Dreamweaver MX
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Macromedia FreeHand
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But the morning actually began with Fed-X bringing me a present (really) from Macromedia. Lookee what I got. Whee! Of course, I spent half the day trying to hack out this simple post in Dreamweaver with the new almost-but-not-quite Homesite interface option, before reverting to Homesite, which has the exact Homesite interface for christ sake. I'll get the hang of it eventually I guess. And anyway, I was mostly after Flash so I could say in all honesty: baby, suck my bandwidth.

Speaking of which, Gary Turner, whose blog is one year old today (huzzah!), decided that the perfect gift for RageBoy was a Kalishnikov with built-in MP3 player (pictured). I ask you, what kind of search pulls up something like that? The man's more deranged than I am.

Then I came home from the psychiatrist's office to find that my phone had been turned off. I wish I'd asked him about that. But as it hadn't happened yet, he likely would have thought the worst. At any rate, it took me a while to get back online and find these...

George Sessum somehow dug up a picture of Rageboy as a baby. Too weird. And Jeneane Seessum went whole hog with this moving tribute. She even started a new team blog "in your honor" -- humans first. Now I'll have a whole pack of rabid Earth Firsters breaking down my door, and in Boulder, that could be a real problem. Anyway, thanks to all for all your magnificent, zany and heartfelt best wishes for my combination 55th birthday and 19th (at least) nervous breakdown. There was more art and links and letters that I'm forgetting about here at 3am, for which egregious omissions I hope their kind senders will forgive an aging blogger in his final dotage.

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Wednesday, November 13, 2002
What theologian are you?

"Being fucked is incurable by the strength of man, nor does the pentatonic scale have any validity here, so that even the all-time-great Monster Guitar Players say: 'The riff I do not wish to blow, that one I do blow, especially in concert after taking too many ludes.' 'You are not playing the guitar you bought.' 'Since my loins are filled with cum,' etc."
You are Ozzy Osborne!

Yeah, you have a way of letting everyone know how you feel, usually with rock quotes attached, and will think your way through the issues, although sometimes you make no sense! You aren't always sure of yourself, and you can change your mind about things, something you actually consider a strength. You can take solitude, especially with some fucking incredibly loud music.

Adapted from Henderson
(via Eric Norlin via AKMA)

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Monday, November 11, 2002
They Say It's Yer Birthday

not Shelley's book anymore Tomorrow I'll be 55. What a fucking bummer, huh? I don't know how this happened. Probably because I smoke too much and drink too much coffee and did lots and lots of psychedelics as a kid, and, as Dylan prophesied, lost my sense of time.

But hey, I got a really nifty present in the mail today, including this neato book. I can't tell you who sent it, as that would be just ever so uncool (thanks Angel). It wasn't Shelley, even though it's her book. Used to be; not anymore. Now it's my fuckin book! (And btw, this has to be the absolutely sickest, most insensitive cover O'Reilly has ever produced. I mean, the Dali Llamas were bad enogh.)

Please DO NOT send me anything off my Amazon wish list, because all I put there is real expensive shit that I don't think is really worth the money (otherwise I woulda bought them already). But you could send me a little FUCKING email. Or if you're feeling superextraordinarily inspired and ambitious, I like getting weird or beautiful or both picture postcards. Send your best shot to me, RageBoy, at 930-D West Moorhead Circle, Boulder, CO 80305.

And of course, cash money is always in good taste. Or, if you're really loaded, this would be nice.

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More Fun With Repurposing Spam

The original...

The improved version...

Working? Working??? What is this "working"?

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The Girls of EGR

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Rageboy Called Out As Honky Racist

George Sessum, self-admitted multi-bassist George Sessum has taken umbrage over my reference to Eric Norlin, who is about as white as it gets, as pussy galore! "my main nigger." As you can see, George, like Coke, is The Real Thing. The self-admitted multi-bassist proves his solidarity with African Americans everywhere by posting cute little kitty cat grafiks. Dawg, you don' blacken up a tad, I'm-a gwine get mah posse togetha, come ova thea an put the whupass on you, mothafucka! (Did I get that right? Or am I mixing my racial slurs again? Oh well.) This bit , however, I thought was pretty funny. Man, what can I tell you. I wish I could.

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Sunday, November 10, 2002
Welcome Home

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"RageBoy: Giving being fucking nuts a good name since 1985."
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Until a minute ago, I had no photos. I still have no photos to speak of. I don't even have a camera. But all these people were linking to "my photos." It was embarassing. It's still embarassing. But I'm used to that.

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