DNA Lounge update, wherein it is noted that our 27B stroke 6 has not been stamped.

DNA Lounge update, wherein we feed you for free! And also Flash video.

DNA Lounge update, wherein we drink Pruno and I use the word "shitcockery" several times.

DNA Lounge update, wherein the hover-hive needs minions.

A few people have asked me "WTF! Why isn't there a Mozilla party at DNA??" Well, there was going to be. In a nutshell, here's what happened:

I offered them the club rent-free, and offered to do the legwork of booking entertainment, once they told me what their entertainment budget was. I got them several price quotes. Weeks went by, and their budget turned out to be "some spare change we found in the couch." Also, they intentionally didn't publicize it at all, because they decided that they didn't actually want the public showing up. "There are a bunch of reasons for this", they told me. I don't know what those reasons are.

A huge nightclub like DNA Lounge is the wrong place for something like that. So, they're having their low-key insiders-only mixer somewhere else. My understanding is that if you don't already know about it, they don't really want you to know where it is.

Oh well.

DNA Lounge update, wherein the daystar is of no use to us.

DNA Lounge update, wherein the volcano fortress stands revealed.

DNA Lounge update, wherein I plug the absinthe.

DNA Lounge update wherein I admit defeat in re this crap.

Hey kids! It's been a while since I've posted questions about stupid Linux crap! That's because I've been ignoring Linux for a very, very long time.

Well, I decided (for a number of individually not very good reasons that, in my head, seemed to add up) to try and upgrade the OS on the DNA Lounge kiosks.

( Dear Lazyweb... --More--(13%)  )

DNA Lounge update, wherein you view many photos.

DNA Lounge update, wherein I engage in random acts of branding.

DNA Lounge update, wherein we find Slim's under attack.

DNA Lounge update, wherein we finger the zeitgeist.

DNA Lounge update, wherein are seen chicks and Chick.

DNA Lounge update, wherein you yank on the shaft.

DNA Lounge update, wherein our webcasts (and, in fact, society) are put to shame.

DNA Lounge update, wherein are enumerated our failings of morality and public welfare.

DNA Lounge update, wherein you can see ultraviolet and buy little pieces of paper.

If you sent mail to me (or to anyone whose name ends in "@dnalounge.com") between 3AM and 8PM on Wed Nov 21, it bounced. If it mattered, please resend.