We, the mediocre programming staff in pajamas, noted several errors in the Celebrity Face Matching software Ms. Amanda Marcotte had run early. The main error we noticed is that it matched her with Shannon Elizabeth, a glaring over-site and error on the behalf of the original less than mediocre programmers indeed.
Have no fear dear reader, we’ve corrected the error and along the way rescued Ms. Shannon Elizabeth’s honor.
Below the fold you’ll find the first two comparisons we came up with after tweaking the code a bit. You can see the final corrected comparison at ace’s site.
Sane reactions from the left, something many thought impossible.
If you’re here then by now you’ve probably heard about the dust up that John Edwards caused when he hired Amanda Marcotte of Pandagon and then fired her, well she’s been axed according to that unconfirmed article at Salon. Reading articles and comments on Pandagon, BlueNC, MyDD and almost any other liberal blog, you’d think the world was coming to an end for John Edwards if he has shown Amanda and the other chick (Melissa?) the door.
Problem is, the Netrooters are a minuscule representation of the liberal community. Granted their delusional profanity laced ravings are the most accessible since they’re published on the intertubes, but no matter how hard Kos and the gang try to convince you the liberal “Netroots” effort is the deciding factor, it ain’t all its cracked up to be. How can I be so sure, well other than Ned Lamont’s crushing defeat at the hands of Joemama I’d have to rely on the people I talked to today that still proudly display Kerry / Edwards bumper stickers on their cars and office walls.
See I work at a institute of higher Edumakashun, a veritable bastion of liberal thoughts and ideals, so it wasn’t hard to find folks to talk to about John Edwards and his pimple on the ass of progress. That’s me Phineas G., citizen journalist almost extraordinaire.
With John Edwards being North Carolina’s almost native liberal son quite a few people are backing his presidential bid in our area. The news of the Catholic League’s displeasure with Amanda spread across campus pretty fast. Yet, there wasn’t the outrage. There were no burning effigies of John Edwards anywhere to be seen, hell I even went out looking for them.
Throughout the day in various meetings I talked to a dozen professors on campus about Mr. Edwards’ decision to send Amanda packing. Of the dozen eight are “strongly backing the Edwards campaign”..
Yet, they weren’t supporting Amanda’s ideals and thought John Edwards had made a mistake in hiring someone who thought it appropriate, even in jest, to publish “What if Mary had taken Plan B after the Lord filled her with his hot, white, sticky Holy Spirit?”. As one professor said being a liberal and a Christian aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive and John Edwards can’t afford to alienate over seventy percent of the US population if he wants a shot at winning the primary, much less the Presidency.
Another professor who’d read one of the reactions to the announcement of Amanda & Melissa’s termination couldn’t understand how people were so upset. They [the nutrooters upset by Amanda Marcotte’s termination of employment] just don’t get it. There’s not way John Edwards can let someone with a penchant for using profanity and slandering Christians be his voice on-line.
Granted in a group of five professors you’re probably not going to hear a view point that differentiates radically, the whole group think mentality thing, but if the people leaving comments were truly representative of the progressive base there would have been some decent. Sad to say, well kind of sad for the Netroots crowd, there wasn’t any objection. On a final note my favorite quote of the day from a professor His decision to wash his hands of someone who proudly displays hatred and contempt for anyone who disagrees with them, like that girl from the Panda website, makes him a better candidate in my book, because he’ll have that much more appeal to the masses.
Yeah, I’m not real sure about that much more appeal to the masses, but it at least shows he’s bright enough, maybe if its confirmed, to quit digging when he finds himself in a hole.
We told you not to screw with the Pink Mafia, but you wouldn’t listen. Now We’ve got to start taking over the internets one site at a time.
All because you penis wielding womb butchers* wouldn’t understand the strife I’ve gone through, the torment I’ve suffered, all to get where I is today, without having to touch a penis on my way to the top.
All this persecution and hate is being aimed at me as an attack on a great man who is obviously on his way to the White House.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a look of misery and dejection on the face of my bra-burning man hating life partner as I just did a moment ago. She just couldn’t understand why the President would be sending more troops to Iraq when so many poor dear Duke lacrosse players are being persecuted for not sexually assaulting a strippers in this country. “Doesn’t Mr. Bush care about us anymore?” she asked pitifully.
I sat down with her on the sofa and (as calmly as she could) tried to explain to her why the President seems to be abandoning the lying whores his country. “Honey, I think his boss, Mr. Rove, sent Mr. Bush out of the country in order to keep his own stories of not sexually assaulting strippers out of thew newspapers. You see, Mr. Rove wasn’t sure if he was going to be meeting with Codi today, and so he planned Mr. Bush’s trip a couple of meetings for an alibi, just in case…”
I tried to keep my voice steady, but it became increasingly difficult – my feelings of rage and feelings of helplessness were just too much. I thought my bra-burning man hating life partner could tell something was wrong. I found myself at such a loss for words – nothing made any sense; nothing makes sense anymore. I finally had to admit, “Honey, I just don’t know – I don’t know what’s going on in this country anymore…”
When I finished telling her this my bra-burning man hating life partner’s lower lip started to tremble and her eyes began to fill with tears, “My beloved bra-burning man hating life partner” she said, “why are the Rethuglicans doing this to the country?” Well, that was it for me: I finally fell apart. I just fell into my bra-burning man hating life partner arms and we both began sobbing for several minutes.
For once my beloved bra-burning man hating life partner had to comfort me and get me back on my feet, something no penis-wielding womb butcher could do. Sometimes I just think it’s too much, but seeing the strength in my bra-burning man hating life partner voice helped me to get through.
* Gratuitously stolen from Jeff @ P.W.
Original context for most of the article here.
…of this thing.
May as well give it a poke or two, I’d hate for those russian spammers to keep hitting a dead site.