Stop copying the copyrighted material!

Whether some webmaster decides on disabling right-clicking in their sites is completely their prerogative, of course. But his kind of pop-up message is a little insulting:

Right-clicking isn’t only about copying website data.

If one really wants to do it, one can copy downloaded website content with little difficulty even with right-click disabled. There are several browser tools that can do that, even without right-clicking.

But you know another important action you get from right-clicking? Opening link in new tabs or windows. Nothing shady about that at all.

At least the webmaster also disabled selecting anything on the page and using keyboard shortcuts like Ctrl-C and Ctrl-A. It would be funny if they overlooked those actions.

Still, webmaster prerogative. What was insulting was the assumption that by right-clicking, I was being a nasty little data pirate out to copy some precious website data which were already downloaded by my browser anyway. And the tone of the message, like it was coming from a stern grade school teacher reprimanding a naughty pupil.

What is wrong with saying “Sorry, right-clicking is disallowed” in the pop-up text box instead? It’s polite. It acknowledges that there is some inconvenience imposed to the website visitor. And it does not immediately assume that the website visitor is out to copy copyrighted material.

After I was peeved by the pop-up text box, I was then amused by the banner ad that was served when I loaded the Pahiyas website:

Sure, I want to date hot Philippine women online. I think I’m going to click that join button now.

Nuked longganisa.

My mother, in her usual tone of absent-minded concern, asked if the frozen longganisa will be adequately cooked when placed in the microwave.

“Sure,” I said.

Of course, she didn’t believe me, commenting how it’s unsafe to eat undercooked meat. I told her how microwave cooks food from the inside out, so it doesn’t matter if the food was frozen.

I overcooked the sausage. My mother was amazed to see what was a fat tube of meat shriveled to half its size.

So in the end, it was no longer longganisa. The meat was dry and too deep-fried, it was a sausage-shaped chicharon that sprung out of my plate when I cut it with a spoon.

Wrong frequency.

A kid from Sta Mesa sent me a private message. He seems okay, good Filipino grammar in his profile and all, but maybe a little too chummy.

He said he thought I was interesting.

Kid: wala lang, i just sensed that we have the same wavelengths (sic) ahahahah

Me: We might. Mine is just a little above the ultraviolet spectrum. ;-)

Kid: wow ha? lol.

No further comeback from him. I didn’t bother continuing the conversation.

Sorry, kid. Wrong frequency.

WTF is this Globe Toolbar doing in my browser?

Dear Globe:

I am, unfortunately, one of your mobile internet subscribers. If it wasn’t costly for us to get a different broadband option in the Chairless Apartment, believe me, I would’ve happily abandoned Globe Tattoo.

You see, as of late, your service has become a tad… inconsistent. Slow download speeds eventually ending in a halt and difficulties reconnecting have become so frequent, it has affected us drastically.

I am not your average Facebook user who spams people with inane photos of themselves pouting at the camera or cryptic messages about someone who mildly irrates me. Yes, I do that, too, and there’s nothing wrong with those, by themselves. But the internet is just not a means for me to pimp myself to the world.

I use it to speak to contacts, arrange transactions, collaborate with people, and research on important matters such as where could one get 25 or so bazaar tents cheaply. My internet connection is VITAL to me and every minute I wait for my modem to pick up a better signal is a minute wasted.

I remember you crying foul when your competitor gloated in an ad how crappy your service is. Yeah, yeah, whatever. Ask any of your subscribers and they’d be happy to tell you how shitty Globe’s mobile internet service is.

Recently, I encounter a floating ad that appears when I visit certain websites. It covers the entire page and introduces me to a “Tattoo Toolbar”. Oh that’s nice: shitty service and auto-installing a software that I did not authorize. I immediately clicked the Unsubscribe link.

Google Toolbar unsubscribe
Blatant lies!

“You were successfully unsubscribed from the Tattoo Toolbar service. However, once your browser cache has cleared, the Tattoo Toolbar will reappear. We are working to give you the option to also unsubscribe permanently, but in the meantime, simply repeat this process to unsubscribe from the service.”


One, Globe should ask MY permission before it installs additional software in my browser that is NOT necessary for me to connect to the internet.

Two, an unsubscription SHOULD be permanent. Otherwise, one did not really unsubscribe at all.

Three, you do not launch a software if you don’t have an effective means of uninstalling it YET. This stunt is stupid, annoying, and irresponsible.

That’s it, I’m applying a line with your competitor. Don’t worry, Globe, I will still keep my Globe number because it’s what most of my contacts know and I don’t like changing numbers unless I lose my SIM. But you made a great job of making me lose all love I have for your company.

Fire and vitriol,


Vintage photos turned into wacky animated GIFs.

Wired featured Kevin Weir, an artist who animated various vintage photos from Library of Congress:

“I just stare at the picture for a while and things start coming to me that I want to bring to life,” he told Wired in a phone interview.

By adding a dash of dark secrets ripped from his imagination, Weir has turned animated .gifs — those blinking relics of early web imagery — into freakish, alt-history fantasies that call to mind Monty Python animations and H.P. Lovecraft’s creatures.

The featured gallery contained morphing humans, creepy background creatures, and (my favorite) suddenly-alive buildings.

More of these could be found in the Flux Machine.

Vintage Photos Enter Spooky Afterlife as Animated .Gifs