Same.

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Twitter's Frat-Themed Office Party Totally 'Not Reflective' Of Fratty Tech Company Culture

Bro.

Despite holding an office party with Twitter-branded beer pong tables and a sign in Greek- style lettering that read "Twitter Frat House," Twitter's male-dominated culture is nothing like that of an American college fraternity, says Twitter. [...]

A spokesperson for Twitter confirmed that the company-funded frat party did take place, reportedly held for the alpha bros of the revenue team (naturally). But Prosser cleared up any confusion about whether or not Twitter was an actual fraternity, issuing a standard Silicon Valley apology. [...]

There it is. Twitter is not a fraternity. It's just a male-centric environment where dudes can play beer pong, do kegstands, and get in gender discrimination lawsuits.

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DNA Lounge: Wherein pizza is a nonconforming use.

Plumbing proceeds apace! The floor is all cut open and drains and floor sinks for the new kitchen and bar are being installed. Windows are coming soon, but most other things have to wait until the floor has been re-assembled. It sure is nice that the floor is on a frame instead of on a poured slab like at DNA. Well, except for that pesky liquefaction thing. But hey, I hear the sea levels are going to rise 10' within 50 years anyway. Hopefully SOMA won't wash away before the end of our lease.

The latest static we are getting from Planning is about late night operation -- you know, during The Lord's Hours, those four hours between 2am and 6am every day. We all know that those are the hours during which the Great State of California has decreed that it is wrong to drink alcohol. And we're somewhat used to the idea that the Great City of San Francisco tends to prefer that you not provide entertainment or an outlet for dancing during The Lord's Hours. You'd expect that that's what they're giving us grief about, right? You'd expect that this is the City's traditional hate for late-night entertainment.

But no, it's even better. They are objecting to the notion that we might be serving pizza after 2am. They are telling us that we need to schedule a hearing to apply for special dispensation to serve food between 2am and 6am -- even if we were selling that food in total silence.

You wonder why you can't get food late at night in this podunk town? This is why.

The fun part about this is that we asked Planning whether they were going to give us grief about this even before we signed our lease, and they told us "no problem". Of course they will only ever tell you things like that verbally, with no paper trail, until they change their minds.

Not being able to serve food after hours completely fucks our business, of course, so we'll be fighting this, but this is another expensive and unnecessary pain in the ass.

San Francisco would truly prefer that you not try to run a business here. As always, they are coming to confiscate your ice cream cones.

Looks like it's been a while since I've done a photo dump. Here are the latest:

So Stoked
Fit For An Autopsy
Vela Eyes + Black English
Ghoul
En Esch

Odd Salon
Peter Murphy
Hubba Hubba: Burlesque Nation
Halou
Monday Hubba

ADM
Monday Hubba
So Stoked
Dance With The Dead
Doctor Popular

Hubba Hubba: State Fair

Ultra Violent Rays + Barb Wire Dolls
Cocktail Robotics Grand Challenge
Melissa Brooks & The Aquadolls
Dead Sara
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Web Design - The First 100 Years

Web Design - The First 100 Years

These three visions lead to radically different worlds.

If you think the Web is a way to CONNECT KNOWLEDGE, PEOPLE, AND CATS, then your job is to get the people and cats online, put a decent font on the knowledge, and then stand back and watch the magic happen.

If you think your job is to FIX THE WORLD WITH SOFTWARE, then the web is just the very beginning. There's a lot of work left to do. Really you're going to need sensors in every house, and it will help if everyone looks through special goggles, and if every refrigerator can talk to the Internet and confess its contents.

You promise to hook up all this stuff up for us, and in return, we give you the full details of our private lives. And we don't need to worry about people doing bad things with it, because your policy is for that not to happen.

And if you think that the purpose of the Internet is to BECOME AS GODS, IMMORTAL CREATURES OF PURE ENERGY LIVING IN A CRYSTALLINE PARADISE OF OUR OWN INVENTION, then your goal is total and complete revolution. Everything must go. [...]

I realize this all sounds a little grandiose. You came here to hear about media selectors, not aviation and eschatology. But you all need to pick a side.

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Tamaryn

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Bellavista

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Vowws

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Shoggoth Tits

This is the sound of inevitability.

See also.

Seriously though, enough with the doglizards. Someone train a new net already.

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Dark Matter, Howard the Duck

Dark Matter is the worst thing I've ever seen on television... ok, in at least six months. Let's take that one hallway set from Stargate Atlantis, call up Central Casting for some cheap knock-offs of the cast of Firefly, but wait, then let's give them all amnesia, Space Amnesia! Oh, and by episode three we've already trotted out Space Zombies. Oh, and in a clever screenwriting twist, the Asian dude is good with swords! And rub it all with extra Canadian. So much Canadian. (Including: the boring doctor girlfriend from Lost Girl plays a robot, doing her best Data impression but just looking really depressed/sad about it.)

On the other hand, the Marvel Team-Up with Howard the Duck and Doctor Strange is pretty much the greatest thing ever. Howard the Duck is officially the best thing in comics right now.

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Bot

Look, I want to make a bar bot that is a spider that climbs up your leg, uses its forelegs to pry open your mouth, then gently inserts its silicone ovipositor to inject you with your chosen shot of liquor.

And as it is squirting pressurized tequila down your esophagus, it will say, "I am the GoogleBot! I am here to index you! I am the GoogleBot! I am here to index you!"

Is that so wrong? Who do I know who can help me develop the necessary skill set?

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