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Back in the day, the United States drew up plans to go to war with Canada. Long since declassified, the plans were dragged out for humourous effect by the Washington Post.

Out in Winnipeg — the Manitoba capital, whose rail yards were slated to be seized in the plan — Brad Salyn, the city’s director of communications, said he didn’t think Winnipeg Mayor Sam Katz knew anything about War Plan Red: “You know he would have no clue about what you’re talking about, eh?”

“I’m sure Winnipeggers will stand up tall in defense of our country,” Mayor Katz said later. “We have many, many weapons.

“What kind of weapons?”

We have peashooters, slingshots and snowballs,” he said, laughing.

McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: In-Progress Ideas for New Yorker Cartoons.

over at signal 15, we hear:

So, I’m in Milwaukee at ye olde Holiday Inn Express. They have a wireless internet connection here and it’s been suckin’ all night, like I couldn’t even do anything on it. I suspected someone running a p2p program and taking up all of the bandwidth, so I fired up ntop to analyze the type of traffic on the network, and just who it was generating it. Lo and behold, someone was running a p2p app, and taking up 1.6Mbit worth of bandwidth.
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I notice that his IP in the ntop interface changed into a name. His windows machine was spewing Netbios packets with his computer name in it. For the sake of his privacy, I’ve changed the name, but let’s say it was “smith-laptop”. So I pick up my cellphone and call the front desk at the hotel and as for Mr. Smith’s room. The lady at the front desk says “Eric Smith?” And I tell her yes. The phone rings, someone picks up, the conversation goes like this:

If the New York Times editors were given Gawker’s content, you’d get this.

On The Streets Of America 3: Americans on the street decide who/where we should invade next.

Choice government careers for the taking. No experience necessary.

iron chef vs swedish chef.

“If the law supposes that,” said Mr. Bumble,… “the law is a ass—a idiot. If that’s the eye of the law, the law is a bachelor; and the worst I wish the law is that his eye may be opened by experience—by experience.”
— Mr. Bumble, Oliver Twist (Charles Dickens)