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An absolutely delightful collection of fan made Pokémon tarot cards.

Talking Time forum member codename Violentvixen made this amazing scarf some time back. Looks like a pretty normal striped scarf from one angle, but from another—scroll down a bit—a hidden menace is revealed. I bow to his or her knit-fu.

Baseball and needle arts all rolled into one. There’s an event set up here in Chicago at a White Sox game in August. I’m intrigued.

“Not supported in Internet Explorer.” If you’re a web developer and you can do so without compromising your clients’ interests, you should try to use some version of this phrase on every site you build. I’m not asking you to close off your entire site to IE users. But if you can, include something pretty and/or useful that conforms to web standards yet doesn’t work in IE—you won’t have to try hard—and make it known. Make users who have chosen IE regret their choice and look for something better. You’ll save development time, add years to your life, and help keep the web in the hands of the people.

This site (as in the one you’re reading right now) isn’t terribly complicated, nor flashy, but it still has plenty of little tidbits that do not work in Internet Explorer. I’ve no particular interest in finding them to point them out but as it’s my own personal site I don’t give a shit what Internet Explorer does to it anymore.

Baffingly enough, half of this is true.

While I’m on the subject of Michael Jackson tributes online, here’s “Thriller” played on Mario Paint for the SNES.

A Twitter tribute to “Billie Jean.”

I’ve never been able to get Delicious to work with Twitterrific much to my consternation. Google searches proved fruitless as all I’d find were reviews that mentioned that Twitterrific could send bookmarks to Delicious. For posterity, here’s the tweet that spells it out.

The default is “http://delicious.com/save?url=”, you can use whatever you want (“tasty:” will work, for example.)
11:04 AM May 8th from Twitterrific

UPDATE: File this under “overthinking the whole damned thing.” It’s ready for Delicious bookmarking right “out of the box.” Seeing the grayed out text in the Bookmark field I assumed that that was the kind of thing I ought to be typing and that it wasn’t ready until I had. Had I never looked at the Advanced Settings page I’d have had no problems with Delicious, but I also wouldn’t have been able to use Instapaper either and that would have been a real damned shame.

Satchel for iPhone puts your Backpack account in your pocket. True, you could access Backpack on Safari, but it is hardly optimized for the tiny screen. Satchel provides a much more elegant interface to your pages, lists, notes, reminders, and—with a paying Backpack account—calendars.

I’m terribly impressed with the developer right now. I’m testing the free Satchel View before I buy it and things are looking pretty great now that I’ve gotten connected. I made an offhand comment on Twitter about my difficulties using my OpenID to log in. Wholly unexpected I got several replies from the developer about what was going on and how to fix it (it doesn’t play nice with OpenID delegates). That’s above and beyond what I had expected.

If this page isn’t enough to make you click the “Buy App” button in iTunes then I’m not so sure I get you.

Pajiba has a theory abou what makes Michael Bay make these sorts of movies:

Michael Bay has a profoundly tiny dick. The man has a diminutive dangler — what’s known in medical circles as a micro-penis (less than 2.75 inches erect). And rather than seek psychotherapy for his small penis humilation, Mr. Bay deals with his itty-bitty anxieties by hiding behind his work. It’s classic overcompensation; all the symptoms are manifested in his person — long hair, leather jackets, sports cars — but none more evident than his pursuit of aggrandizement in Revenge of the Fallen. His desire to embiggen Transformers II over its predecessor — to make bigger in power, to enlarge our conceptions — is clearly an attempt to conceal his sexual inadequacy.

God, I love reading reviews of bad movies.