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Nu förstår jag äntligen vad Niinistö menade med sitt något kryptiska valspråk “Vastakkainasettelun aika on ohi”. Han bäddade ju naturligtvis för den Andra Omgången då han behöver allt stöd han kan få från Vanhanens anhängare (och alla andra). Sloganen betyder naturligtvis att Niinistö är er vän och inte alls har diametralt motsatta åsikter med er fast ni anhänger ett annat parti.

Slug, han Sauli.

There’s a strange meme on the ‘net. Alex Tew, a 21 year entrepreneur, came up with the idea to sell ad space on his home page at a dollar a pixel (or rather, block of 10x10 pixels). He’s selling one megablock of ad space, on his Million Dollar Home Page. Hats off for Alex. One dollar for vanity and a fool born every minute. Can’t lose.

But for every good idea, there will be copies. Jason Gunther, 23 year old college grad, will molest his car — a rather nice Dodge Viper — for each ad dollar he makes. For a buck, he will scratch it. For five, he will drill a hole in it. And for a hundred extra bucks, he will get “a hot chick” to do it.

What Jason may not understand here is that to get a million bucks, he’ll need to make a million key scratches to his car, video it, and post it on the net. That’s a whole lot of work compared to Alex’s thing up there, which basically runs itself. And after you got 5200 in damages to your new and shiny car, what’s the fun of buying the remaining 994800 dollars to an already damaged car. Sorry Jason, this ain’t the way to get rich (and if you do anyway, i tip my hat and publicly eat my words).

But hey, it gets worse. Here’s your chance to cover a furry arse with pixel blocks (”at one cent a pixel”). Ungh. And if you want to create a million dollar home page, but can’t, you can just go and buy the script for fourty-nine ninety-five.

Or if you just don’t care, you can do so (or rather, you can not-care, as in “you can don’t”) on the Zero dollar home page. Now that’s better.

For all you sciolists, adoxographists (i.e. most bloggers) and dringlers: here’s The Grandiloquent Dictionary, listing some 2300 of the most obscure and rare words in English. Reading it is like reading The Meaning of Liff, but with a non-fictional sensation (i wonder if there’s a word for that too?)

While i new that they certainly existed, i never knew there was a name for the plastic thing at the ends of shoelaces (aglet) or that the metal wire cage thingy that holds down a champagne cork is an agraffe. And the aptronymous word for working like crazy before deadline is not a crunch, but a charette (altough a crunch certainly is more onomatopoeic to me).

While i’m at the topic of dictionaries, i must mention The Dictionary of All-Consonant Words, which is of course only marginally stranger than The Dictionary of All-Vowel Words.

OK, time for some narcomancy, or i will snarf. I’ll have a bad enough dysania anyway.