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If you’re not familiar with The Dugout, the internet-beloved fake chatroom series, this might be confusing. Even if you are familiar, it still might be. But the end is perfect. (Oh, and be warned if you’re against some very casual cursing.)
A Richardson man is being sued for his role in the website Texxxan.com, a “revenge porn” site that allows users to upload photos and videos of their ex-lovers in an attempt toÂ embarrassÂ and, in some cases, extort. The man, Kris Kronowski, is listed in a class-action lawsuit filed last week in Orange County; he is listed along with GoDaddy.com, the host for the site. The case is filed on behalf of two dozen women whose photos were included on the website, the Beaumont Enterprise reports.
Users can submit photos and videos, and subscribe for content. The women are broken down by region: North Texas, Southeast Texas, West and Central Texas, and South Central Texas. Most photos are accompanied by a first name, a last initial, and the woman’s hometown, making nearly every photo instantly identifiable by community members. It wouldn’t be hard to, say, recognize Serena Q. from Garland, if you knew Serena G. from Garland. (That name is made up.)
John Morgan, the attorney representing the class, is seeking unspecified damages from not just from the site’s owners and host, but the individuals who posted content. (Read the whole suit below.) He is also seeking an injunction to shut down the website; on Tuesday evening the site varied between being a live, active site and one featuring only an error message. When it was live, it featured a strange poll, seen below:
As we mentioned last week, beginning today the Dallas Museum of Art today will allow visitors into the museum without an admission fee. Special exhibits will still be ticketed, but the museum’s permanent collection is now open to any stragglers who happen to wander in the doors to warm-up.
Among those stragglers are two artists, “KITNFACE” and “Luckyirkman” (presumably the pseudonyms of the two artists, Lucy Kirkman and Justin Hunter Allen, who run Studio Don’t F*ck This Up (DTFU)). The artists are marking the new admission policy withÂ an unsanctioned exhibition in the DMA’s galleries. How are they doing it? Well, you need to download a booklet and Onvert Viewer, and then head the DMA’s American galleries with your smart phone which will – via codes — layer the artists’ images over the museum pieces. The end product is an infiltration of sorts, artists incorporating art into the art that’s already in the museum. Or, as the artists describe it in a release:
EA/AD uses augmented reality to discuss conventional barriers to museum freedums [sic]. Studio DTFU is pleased to present this exhibition as a continuation of the studio’s ongoing investigation in the display and marketing of digital art.
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And that’s why I am posting it. Also, because it’s funny. That is the other reason.
Can you imagine where you’d be today without blogs? Sure, you might be 5 or 10% more productive at work, but then the world would have been denied that brilliant double entendre you got into a comment on the latest FrontBurner post about the will-they-or-won’t-they, passive-aggressive fight between the Nasher Sculpture Center and Museum Tower.
Yep, everybody got a good chuckle from your outlandish suggestion of just what the tower could do with the Nasher’s “Walking to the Sky,” where they could put it, so to speak. See, it was funny because when isn’t the anthropomorphizing of inanimate objects funny? Which reminds you, pretty sure Clint Eastwood is a FrontBurnervian; bastard clearly stole some of your material for the open-mic night at the Republican National Convention.
Anyway, here are the 10 most popular blog posts of 2012 from DMagazine.com. Not sure if any of your comments are still on these posts. If not, it’s probably because Tim or Brad deleted them. Bastards.
Back when I was still just a glisten in my parents’ overflowing wine glasses, the dearly departed Adam McGill used to host Friday Fun, a weekly distraction for bored workers on Friday afternoons.
Disclaimer: I am terrible at video games. Never had them as a kid, so my growth was stunted, only allowed to flourish for brief spurts at friends’ houses. So there will likely be more trivia and less pew-pew shoot goblins games. Today’s game comes from Sporcle, and it’s the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Inductees quiz. You have 15 minutes to name as many of the Rock and Roll Hall members as you can.
I got 75 out of 186, good enough for the pitiful 58th percentile. The biggest name I missed was Elton John (there’s a freebie for you), but I also remembered the least-popular response. Cold comfort.
And while you’re wracking your brain, listen to the greatest American band not in the Hall (actually, just the greatest American rock band).
Take a spin through Google Maps – that democratizing, interconnecting beast – and one thing is immediately apparent: no people. Well there are people, they just lack faces. (See: Lost Ark, Raiders of the)
Now some brainiacs at Rutgers are trying to fix that. According to The Atlantic:
But what Google delivers in breadth, it loses in depth. The nature of the car camera technology means that all we see are exteriors passed by. Faces are blurred. We don’t really see people living their lives, so much as the backdrop against which they do so.
Which is what makesÂ The Beat, a new project from the RutgersÂ Social Media Information Lab, so interesting. It mashes up geolocated, hashtagged Instagram photos with the Google Street View locations from which they were posed. In doing so, it provides the human foreground for these locations.
I took it for a whirl through Dallas this morning, and found the above screenshot. And the below screenshot. Try it for yourself, using #Dallas in the search box at the top. Here are the #Dallas results.
There are a lot of nuggets in this Reddit thread, but let’s start with his lede:
Date: 12/21/12 That is right boys and girls the last date for humans. After this, everything you know will cease to exist. Its kind of far away but there is a lot of planning to do.
When do you think the world is going to fall apart Friday morning or Friday night? It would work better for us if it fell apart Friday night?
My thought: why not throw a week-long jam? Why stick to one night of hedonism? If the world’s gonna end anyway, why do work/obligations/Christmas shopping matter?
We need to make this a bad ass party. Not every day do you get to celebrate the end of the world. The last end of the world party we had was pretty bad ass but this needs to be better. I have a feeling this end of the world really is the correct end of the world. Think about it.
Agreed. The more bad-ass the better. I’m still with you.
If you were waiting for Chipper Jones to, at long last, retire from the Atlanta Braves so he could watch 21-year-old movies on REELZ and then expound on his thoughts regarding the Kennedy assassination and the Warren Report, well, it happened.
I’m sure, by now, you’ve seen more than a few of the “Hitler Reacts To…” YouTube clips, based on a scene from the 2004 film Downfall, and, by now, have grown tired of them. Me, too. But this one — from Kyle Denbow — made me laugh, especially with the part regarding the Rangers’ broadcast crew.
Early Friday morning, a Dodge Stratus with four passengers slammed into a utility pole in Uptown. The pole fell on the car, and a power transformer exploded, causing the car to burst into flames. Residents in the surrounding apartment buildings ran out to the rescue. They were able to pull two of the passengers out of the car. They used fire extinguishers from their buildings to battle the flames. The extinguishers weren’t very helpful.
In the end, the two men who were pulled from the car lived. The other two died.
Later in the day, a nearby resident, Jeff DePalma, posted a nearly 10-minute video of the car in flames to YouTube. The video was taken several minutes after the wreck and after DePalma had helped try to put out the flames. At the beginning of the video, two people are still in the car. One is still alive. You can’t hear him. You can only hear people talk about him. The video mainly just shows a car burning and several guys talking (sometimes cursing) about what happened and whether they’ll re-sign their leases. You can see the fire department arrive and figures running around. But that’s about it.
DePalma has come under some fire for posting this video. I think some of the comments may have been removed, but one that still remains calls DePalma a “freaking disgrace” for posting the video. Others thank him for it. A commenter is a brother to one of the guys who was pulled from the car. He wanted to thank those who saved his brother’s life. I believe he was able to get in touch with the appropriate people through the comments.
DePalma recently put up a note saying he’s only approving comments that offer condolences. He doesn’t feel his YouTube video is the place “to start a social media policy debate.”
But we could have the debate here. Was it appropriate for DePalma to post the video? On the one hand, it’s depicting the last few (terrible) minutes of two people’s lives. On the other, it’s news and it’s what happened.
If you’ve ever been at Barley House, you’ve probably seen these two fellas. They are clever. Proof of this now lives on the internet here. (“Inchoate” means not fully developed, and I had no idea how to pronounce it until moments ago.)
Since FrontBurner launched in 2003 as the first web log published by a Dallas media outlet, its care has been a part-time, uncompensated responsibility for the many D Magazine Empire editors (and a few outsiders) who have contributed to it. No person has been charged with ensuring that at all times this small corner of the all-consuming beast that is the online worldwide information interstate remains well-fed.
We’re about to change that. We’re looking for a full-time blogger/editor/writer/opiner/smarty-pants whose every waking thought (aside from the obviousÂ necessities required for eating, drinking, and breathing) will be devoted toÂ FrontBurner. We may well require this person to close himself, or herself, off in a small windowless closet (metaphorically, at least) in our office, where he or she will consume all things Dallas and share only the tastiest bits to inform and entertain (and ideally infotain) our audience.
To paraphrase Louis Armstrong, if you don’t know what a full-time FrontBurner blogger/editor/writer/opiner/smarty-pants does, then I can’t tell you. If you do, and you think you’re right for the gig, below is the next step.
Send me, via the electronic mails:
1) No more than 150 words explaining why you’re the best (wo)man for the job
2) Your rÃ©sumÃ©
Note: If you can’t figure out how to send me an email without my stating my address in this post, then you need not apply.
Sorry for the interruption in service. For about 30 minutes or so, FrontBurner was down. The reason? Bing. The Microsoft search engine has a bot that isn’t very bright. First, it’s working during daylight hours, when we humans are more likely to be using our bandwidth. Friendlier bots do their work during the night. Second, the Bing bot was deluging us with requests for FrontBurner pages that aren’t cached, sending up to 400 requests in 30 seconds. If those requests were for the homepage, no problem. It is cached and ready to serve up. But the requests were for category pages (the little blue link just to the left of the comments link at the end of each post), meaning each request set our servers to work generating pages that didn’t already exist, quickly overtaxing our humble machines.
That’s the story I’m sticking to, anyway.