I follow:
So when I made that last list, I made a terrible mistake: I only included misspellings of “bieber” that were alphabetically sorted past “bieber” itself. There are actually about twice as many of them that come before “bieber”. Hence this addendum.
By the way, these lists are pulled from the search strings entered into our Music Pets game. Maybe I should have mentioned that earlier. Also, I am not going through these (just) for shits and giggles. I’m trying to improve customer experience by fixing the search strings that manage to stump our matching algorithm.
They manage to stump our matching algorithm a lot, by the way.
I like a lot of these, but my favorite is definitely #125. Something about someone not only throwing in an extra silent “h”, but staring at the textedit field for a couple of seconds, sensing that something’s not quite right, pondering … and then suddenly saying “fuck it, I’m putting another one in!” and resolutely pounding the “h” and Enter keys in quick succession … it really gets to me somehow. And thanks to my little project, the next time someone does this they will be rewarded with a match of “Justin Bieber” instead of “Justin Timberlake”. Yay.
On a completely unrelated note, I don’t think I’m getting out nearly enough these days.
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My upstairs neighbor is a soft-spoken, tiny little Asian man. He shares his apartment with a similarly soft-spoken, tiny little Asian woman. I ran into them in the hallway one time and my only takeaway was that they were both soft-spoken. And tiny.
And every night at 11pm sharp, and again every morning at 7am (also sharp), they do it.
Now don’t get me wrong: it’s not like I’m so intimate with their intimacy because their doin’ it in any way resembles the kind of doin’ it parodied by Meg Ryan in “When Harry Met Sally”—I hear no voices, no exclamations that might suggest two lovers are in the throes of erotic abandon. Nor do I imagine their doin’ it to be the kind that Jimmy Pop and The Yin and DJ Q-Ball and the other distinguished members of the Bloodhound Gang might have witnessed during a formative moment of their collective youth while watching the Discovery Channel, because whatever happens on that box spring above my bedroom doesn’t seem even remotely animalistic. The reverberations that rattle through their floorboards (my ceiling) are indicative of something far too mechanical and formulaic to be considered carnal (much less romantic), like a laboratory demonstration of Hooke’s Law gone horribly awry. There’s this profound Teutonic precision to the freqency of their (his) gyrations, a frequency that might find an analog in the natural world only in the hummingbird, though no hummingbird I know of could ever pull off so much coital shock & awe.
So imagine my boyish delight upon browsing the selections on our front door’s buzzer this morning and discovering such a symbolic parity between their lifestyle and surname.
Dear Matt Langer,
Good to hear that you learned that Asian people can have sex too - even the soft-spoken tiny ones! It’s fortunate though that the observable signs of their fornication point to predictable, efficient, and ultimately dispassionate sex, therefore leaving your delicate worldview somewhat shaken but not yet completely shattered. Phew!
Jailbar next week?
Fondly,
Steve Moy
(And keep in mind, this is only among users who can successfully spell “Justin”.)
I just had to empty the dryer, not only because it needed to get done, but because the poor thing had - every 5 minutes for the last half hour or so - been making a vain attempt to get someone’s attention by boldly playing its cheerful little tune, dutifully turning its contents over a few times to fulfill its “Wrinkle Protect” obligations, and furiously flashing its all-done signal, which due to its limited display matrix is simply “rectangle”.
I’m not sure who made it start doing this (wild guess: the kids), because it wasn’t doing it last week, and I don’t normally think much about the dryer really, other than to maybe wish it was bigger or quicker or quieter, but I find myself sympathizing with it at least a little bit tonight.
1,000,000 users.
Google Apps Status, September 1, 2009 8:18:00 AM PDT (via nabeel) (via langer)
Langer wins the internet! Where’s IMMERSS though?
This is my work desk. Notice that it’s clean! That’s a good thing, I think. I cleared it off last week, when I got my Apple Extended Keyboard II from eBay, and what’s maybe the most surprising is that it’s still uncluttered a full week later.
I haven’t updated this blog (sorry, *tumblog*) in a while because (a) I still haven’t figured out exactly what kind of blog this is, and (b) I’ve been insanely, insanely busy.
Ever since about a week before the site launched (on March 17), it’s just been nonstop … working all the week before, working the weekend before launch, working the week of launch … and then going to Maryland last weekend to visit parents and grandparents … and then this week, in addition to work, Kao had to go to the emergency room (again) for stitches (again) after falling down in class (again), and then Kao’s IEP (special education) meeting was today too. At least they know he’s smart now.
To top it all off, I’m about to get on a plane in a little over 5 hours to go to my friend Joel’s bachelor party in New Orleans. It should be a blast, but I’m kicking myself over scheduling a 6 a.m. flight. I don’t think the trip will be very restful, but it should at least be somewhat rejuvenating (I sincerely hope).
I feel like the last few weeks have been kind of a blur. I haven’t been getting more than a few hours of sleep each night, and all of these different events have just kind of flowed one into another. I think at some point I’ll be able to sit down, relax, and reflect/process/digest everything that’s happened. But not before Monday.
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A brief sampling of today’s news which serves to explain the many sleepless nights enjoyed over the past weeks and months by myself, Nabeel, Fareed, Jesse, Dan, Steve, Adam, Billy, Matt, and many others. It feels good to be live.
- Wired: Loudcrowd Turns Music into Social Video Arcade
- Venture Beat: Conduit Labs unveils Loudcrowd social music game site
- Associated Press: Web world for music fans hopes to gain following
- TechCrunch: Loudcrowd Marries Gaming And Music In A Virtual World
- Gamasutra: Q&A: Rocking Out With Loudcrowd CEO On Public Beta Launch
I am a little too exhausted to write anything super-insightful, and Langer already covers all the bases here. So I’m just reblogging him out of sheer laziness. Go Loudcrowd!
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Sorry Conduit, no cardboard office can ever top the one that Leo had at Harmonix.
I love you Leo!
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