Well, this is gonna be a shortish entry to talk about a neat service I found. I have no idea how long it’s been out, but it’s pretty neat. It’s called Muchobene, and it’s a neat little question answering service. Basically, you enter a question, and in like a minute you get thrown into a conversation with someone running the Muchobene plugin, wanting to answer your question. You don’t always get good answers, but yeah. I’m running the muchobene plugin and occasionally a popup’ll show up asking me a question. I can just choose to answer the question, talk to the person a bit to clarify the problem, and throw him an answer. Usually, the person just thanks you and goes on his merry way. So yeah, check it out, and see if someone can answer your question. It’s pretty neat.
I’m not going to write a blog post on a single service, of course No. There is something much more important than a silly question-answering service. George Carlin died sunday. I was talking to my friend Antonio late sunday night, and towards the end of our conversation, as he was going to go to bed, he was like, “oh shit, george carlin died.” So, all night tonight (it’s still monday for me even though it’s actually tuesday), I’ve been watching George Carlin videos on Google Video. There are quite a few videos, so check them out. I actually haven’t seen his standup in a couple of years, and even then, I was too young to really understand it. So yeah.
Speaking of sunday, I had my graduation party that same day. It was pretty good, I had a few friends over and my family. Crap, you know what I just realized? I say “Speaking of” as a segway a lot. Speaking of language, speaking of badly designed sites, speaking of this, speaking of that. I do it a lot. I guess it’s a good way to link two separate topics that have nothing to do with one another. Yeah, so George Carlin died. By the way, I had my graduation party. Mhmm, yeah. Anyway, I had my graduation party on sunday. I graduate from highschool this thursday, so my party was a “Party in Anticipation of Graduation.” It’s my dad’s words, I didn’t come up with them myself. Sorry.
So that’s it. This closing paragraph also has no real value whatsoever. I don’t even know why you’re reading it. I guess you’re just expecting me to say something of value here, like give you the meaning of life. Or perhaps you’re not reading this at all and you’ve caught on to this years ago and never told me about it. In which case, you’re a douchebag and you should’ve told me that my last paragraph of almost every one of my blog posts makes no sense and has no value whatsoever. Gee, thanks a lot.
