Stilish

Edit: the links below, for some annoying reason, don't work when clicked upon. If you physically paste the text into your browser, they do. The link for the individual photo is http://www.stilemedia.com/?id=8057a, and the top-20 page is http://www.stilemedia.com/?top20=1&range=0. Alternately, you can replace the word "project" with the word "media" in the URLs clicking on the links takes you to for the same result. Stupid porn people.

The Stile Project is a democratic porn site—people rank various sexy pictures from 1 to 10, and you can view pages with the top twenty for today, this week, this month, etc. I was very pleased to see that this extremely sexy young woman is now ranked #1 of all time—pleased, mostly, because she's not particularly thin. She's got a belly, a thick waist, large (not-surgically-augmented) breasts; she's not wearing much makeup, and seems very comfortable with her body. She's quite beautiful, but I generally wouldn't expect most people to be able to see past her curves.

It's reassuring that the collective net-mind won't always, when given the choice, choose an airbrushed Playmate, since I certainly wouldn't.

(Here is a link to the top-20-ever page. The trouble with Stile, I should warn you, is twofold: 1) incredibly crass ads, particularly on the main page, and 2) shock photos, in the vein of When Animals Attack and so on, getting mixed in with the nice naked people, which is like the occasional bucket of ice to the groin. Also, the photos are almost entirely of naked women, so you're SOL if you're keen to see pretty boys in their altogether.)

May pre house the seamy side volitation!

My subject line comes from this amusing Engrish instruction manual; thanks, elysdir, for the link! I'm fascinated by their love of the word "prithee." The other goodies there are pretty funny, too.

My previous post, re: porn pictures, arose, no doubt, from my immersion in photos thie weekend. I had a bit of a problem, starting out: iPhoto can store photos in various albums, sure, but when it launches it opens a window containing all of your photos jumbled together. Kendra discovered this, to her surprise, when she did so and found Ellie Bri*coe's face surrounded by naked women on horses. (Ellie is a Pinewoods friend of ours, and I've munged her last name to keep it out of Google.) I hit upon the moderately elegant solution of giving all of my naughty pictures a rating of one star, and everything else a default rating of three stars; if I keep the photo library sorted by rating, the naked people live down at the bottom, below five thousand less alarming pics. This will also be of use when my mom comes to visit.

I spent a lot of today importing and touching up my last year's worth of pictures, which have been sitting, unsorted, on the hard drive for a long time. I thought this was incredibly difficult in iPhoto—I was dragging each picture to a photomanip program on the desktop, then saving it, then opening each picture in iPhoto and re-saving it to generate a new preview icon. Pain in the butt. After a couple of hours of this, I learned I could assign an application to open a photo by double-clicking its preview icon, which sped up the process considerably, and generates a new preview when I save, too. All of our San Francisco photos are now purty; I have about a thousand left from 2003. *sigh* On the plus side, I finished my album art project—thanks for the suggestion of Clutter, tirerim!

Tonight was otherwise quite pleasant. I was able to help Kendra talk through a problem in the Callimachus paper she's presenting at CAMWS this week, which prevented us from focusing on our shopping in Trader Joe's, but made her considerably cheerier this evening. (I cracked myself up at one point; she was talking about handicrafts in the Callimachi, and I said, "I believe the preferred term is handicrapable." Hee hee hee.) (Hmm. That doesn't really work in ASCII, since it looks like it should rhyme with "wrappable." *sigh* It should rhyme with "capable," obviously.) We had roast pork and sauerkraut and applesauce for supper, then watched The Sopranos to unwind.

Yesterday was less pleasant, since I had to wake up early to work a double shift, and when I arrived at the theater I found that Dr. Strangelove had not been put together, there were no cues on The United States of Leland, someone had disassembled all of our film clamps for no apparent reason, there were no empty film collars because no one ever takes off the trailers when they break down a movie, etc., etc. And then the sound went out twice during The Company, which prompted a large tan man with an open collar and a shoulder-length black perm to complain loudly at me. I lay into a good rant (up in the booth by myself), but if I'm honest I'll admit it made the day go faster having a pile of work to dig into. During the second shift I started training our new manager/projectionist; he's a very nice fellow, and very bright—he went to the nationals of a robotics contest with his high school robotics team—so it was a joy to train him. I was pretty beat by the time I staggered home, though—beat enough that I screwed up taping the Clone Wars micro-series. Alas.

(*chuckle* XTC's Easter Theatre just came on iTunes. I swear Apple programmed in some (heh) Easter eggs; I wonder if Christmas tunes will be more common on 12/25. Speaking of which: happy belated Easter, everyone! My mom sent us an Easter basket, full of Cadbury eggs and pastel M&Ms and peanut butter Reese's eggs (for Kendra). Mom's not such a bad mom, sometimes.)

Kendra, incidentally, has officially accepted her offer from Oberlin. She needs to send them a 75-word course description by Tuesday. Yikes!