Year of the Rice

Here at the School, we like to keep tabs on notable places of worship that spring up around the web. These people are carrying the faith to new heights: RICE IS LIFE
Excerpts:
Almost 3,000 million people share the culture, traditions, and untapped potentials of rice.
Three thousand million sure sounds like an awful lot… I think they forgot to carry the decimal when converting from yen or something.
Even in nations “new to rice”, its cultivation has changed landscapes…
This is probably a reference to the proliferation of lowered Toyota Camrys in nations that know no better (as opposed to those who do know better but lower them anyways).
Along the Senegal River in West Africa, villagers greet guests with specially prepared rice dishes.
In professional forums, we refer to those dishes as “chrome hubcaps.”
In short, rice is life.
Amen, brothers.

Sut ne “Google killer”?

Microsoft’s best cheap shot at Google, utilizing their new (Improved! Economy-sized! 20% more inside, free!) search engine, is unsurprisingly lame:
more evil than satan
How original.
I see msn search is integrating reference answers with Web-page results. Gee, looks vaguely familiar, doesn’t it?
In other news, Hotmail (who graciously decided to disable my account and erase my message archives spanning over five years for no good reason) has upped the usage limit to 250MB (someone must have realized that the previous single digit limit was – how do you say – oh, that’s right, a fucking joke). Oh, well, without the comfort of the Gates mothership, I guess I’ll just stumble along blindly with this “GMail” thingy then… Wait. What’s that? They enabled free POP access you say?
Maybe I’ll be OK after all. Whew.

Lazy Travel Writers

Taken from a newsletter found in my inbox today:

Here are (sic) some advice from travelers who have been to Japan in the past:
“Do as Japanese do”

Holy shit, is that the best you can do? Yeah, eat raw sea cows and putrefying fish guts, shit your guts out while squatting over a dank smelly hole in the ground, then jack off to hentai anime with your parents sleeping in the next room, separated only by a sliding rice paper door.
“Do as Japanese do?” No wonder I despise travel writers and guide books so fucking much. That’s the laziest fucking advice I’ve ever heard.