The Bloggy Network picked up an interesting blog last weekend at sitepoint. Quoting from the auction:

Buzzword Hell was a blog I started whose mission was to condemn all the buzzwords that floated around our industry. It’s a blog with a very unique system in that it “condemns” buzzwords to the circles of hell from Dante’s Inferno. Each buzzword is condemned based on the number of comments it has gotten.

It certainly is a very clever and original idea! And also some interesting backlinks; for instance from wikipedia’s page on buzzwords and an interview by Ben Bleikamp on his old College Start-Up blog.

Current “buzzwords condemned to hell” include-:

* Ajax
* Bandwidth
* Beta
* Blogosphere
* Folksonomy
* GYM Free
* Information Superhighway
* Live Search
* Meme
* Pagerank
* Paradigm Shift
* Progressive Enhancement
* Realign
* SEO
* Social Networking
* Spear Phishing
* Synergy
* Thought Leader
* Web 2.0

BuzzwordHell.com is the creation of Bryan Veloso, known by his followers in blogosphere as “rock star”. Bryan is a member of the 9 rules network through his personal website: AvalonStar.com. He has worked for Facebook and Automattic, while achieving genuine “celebrity blogger” status through such landmark posts as his “Saying Hello to Aries” and the launch of his own WordPress theme: “Chaotic Soul“.

Bryan has some good tips in his 9 rules interview for any wannabe “celebrity bloggers” out there. Amongst them, some modest advice-:

I’m proud to say that I feel I have one of the most dedicated reader bases out there. For what reason? Why do they keep coming back? I really couldn’t tell you. I could assume, but then I could be making an ass of myself. Hmm… I try to talk to people like they’re right next to me, I try to be conversational. I don’t think there is any other way blogging should be. Blogging is a conversation between multiple parties. I’m a huge believer in transparency, which means that I never hide anything from my readers.

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Sometimes, in all that forewarded email spam, you get a gem…..

DR. PHIL:

The problem we have here is that this chicken won’t realize that he
must first deal with the problem on “THIS” side of the road before it
goes after the problem on the “OTHER SIDE” of the road. What we need
to do is help him realize how stupid he’s acting by not taking on his
“CURRENT” problems before adding “NEW” problems.

OPRAH:

Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why
he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken
learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I’m
going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the
road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens!

GEORGE W BUSH:

We don’t really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want
to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The
chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.

COLIN POWELL:

Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite
image of the chicken crossing the road.

ANDERSON COOPER/CNN:

We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet
been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.

NANCY GRACE:

That chicken crossed the road because he’s GUILTY! You can see it in
his eyes and the way he walks.

JOHN KERRY:

Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against
it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the
chicken’s intentions. I am for it now, and will remain against it.

PAT BUCHANAN:

To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

MARTHA STEWART:

No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a
standing order at the Farmer’s Market to sell my eggs when the price
dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider
information.

DR SEUSS:

Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad?
Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I’ve not been
told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY:

To die in the rain. Alone.

JERRY FALWELL:

Because the chicken was gay! Can’t you people see the plain truth in
front of your face? The chicken was going to the “other side.” That’s
why they call it the “other side. Yes, my friends, that chicken is
gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say we
boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the
liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like “the
other side.” That chicken should not be free to cross the road. It’s
as plain and simple as that!

GRANDPA:

In my day we didn’t ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody
told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS:

Isn’t that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the
chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it
experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its
life long dream of crossing the road.

JOHN LENNON:

Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together – in
peace.

ARISTOTLE:

It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

BILL GATES:

I have just released eChicken2006, which will not only Cross roads,
but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your
check book. Internet explorer is an integral part of eChicken. The
Platform is much more stable and will never cra…#@&&^( C \…..
reboot.

ALBERT EINSTEIN:

Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath
the chicken?

BILL CLINTON:

I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition
of chicken?

AL GORE:

I invented the chicken!

COLONEL SANDERS:

Did I miss one?

Look out your window, baby, there’s a scene you’d like to catch,
The band is playing “Dixie,” a man got his hand outstretched.
Could be the Fuhrer
Could be the local priest.
You know sometimes
Satan comes as a man of peace.

He got a sweet gift of gab, he got a harmonious tongue,
He knows every song of love that ever has been sung.
Good intentions can be evil,
Both hands can be full of grease.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, first he’s in the background, then he’s in the front,
Both eyes are looking like they’re on a rabbit hunt.
Nobody can see through him,
No, not even the Chief of Police.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, he catch you when you’re hoping for a glimpse of the sun,
Catch you when your troubles feel like they weigh a ton.
He could be standing next to you,
The person that you’d notice least.
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
I can smell something cooking,
I can tell there’s going to be a feast.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

He’s a great humanitarian, he’s a great philanthropist,
He knows just where to touch you, honey, and how you like to be kissed.
He’ll put both his arms around you,
You can feel the tender touch of the beast.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Well, the howling wolf will howl tonight, the king snake will crawl,
Trees that’ve stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
Wanna get married? Do it now,
Tomorrow all activity will cease.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Somewhere Mama’s weeping for her blue-eyed boy,
She’s holding them little white shoes and that little broken toy
And he’s following a star,
The same one them three men followed from the East.
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

With thanks to the official site of the mighty Bob Dylan

Arrr, me hearties! ‘Tis me favorite of all days, Talk Like A Pirate Day! Yarr!

You want to talk like a pirate? Don’t just change your words – change your attitude. John Baur and Mark Summers started this wonderful day about four years ago, and it’s exploded across the world since. One of their pirate wenches, Mad Sally, was in Wife Swap on Sept. 18th, if you can imagine trading your wife in for a swearing, hard-headed pirate wench, you get the idea!

But seriously, Talk Like A Pirate Day isn’t about running around with a peg leg and a parrot. It’s about a certain attitude, a freedom of thought and speech that some find refreshing and others find intimidating or threatening. (And there you have the gamut of reactions to me!) The Pirate Guys call it “pirattitude“. The rules behind it, as far as I can tell, are as follow:

1. Choose yer battles well, mate. If ye shoots a broadside at a galleon, ye’d best have more than a dinghy to back it up.

2. Never be afraid of saying what you mean, and not saying what you don’t. Tell me this: what kind of a world is it we live in, where we have to fear our own words? Though it’s not the government calling for it, is that not the realm of Big Brotherism? Where in all our treaties and all our contracts does it say we have to apologize for offending people? Sure, it’s nice. But only if you mean it. Which brings us back to the beginning.

3. Live your life on your own terms. Know that you are master of your own ship. You never have “no choice” in your life, even if you’re in prison and shackled hand and foot. Even if you’re about to die, you can choose to die well. Most of us aren’t at that point. Step back and look at your life. What choices do you really have? Now, instead of drifting into them as the wind whims, tack sail into the wind and shear forth where you will.

4. Read number 3 again. Really listen to it this time, because you didn’t the first time. Come back to it periodically.

5. Love your mates, and avoid your enemies. It’s the best way to live long and happy.

6. Laugh as often as you can — really laugh, not that weird you-live-longer-if-you-laugh semi-Buddhist thing that caught on a few months ago. Start here.

Yarr, me hearties! Adopt some pirattitude today, and confuse the neighbors when you tell them to heave to for boarding! (also fun at drive-thru windows)

Hey guys and gals. I’ve been invited to be the resident JOKER at JOAB, lightening up your day with whatvever scallywagging I can think of.

No better place to start than showing you a pic of my own homemade JACK. A car jack, that is.

See ya later!