Sunday, November 27, 2005


When Whingers Game Memeorandum


The same dozen or so bloggers who only link to each other have been going on and on about Memeorandum for the last few months, and I’ve never really figured out why. I’ve never actually seen anything pop up there that wasn’t already being beaten to death by that same list of people — if you’re looking for current stuff that’s worth a look I still think you’re better served by del.icio.us or digg or your own aggregator.

Randy seems to have discovered the trick for gaming Memeorandum: post at least 100 words of carping about nothing (you can generate easy inbounds if you slag the favorite targets [e.g. Dell, Google, the Bushies, etc.] of the other dozen you always link to), and mention one or more of those folks by name (their ego feeds will light up like Christmas trees and the logrolling will begin).


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Gabe wrote:

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Date: 11/27/2005 23:19:07

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I think this has been most pronounced over this slow-blogging weekend, but it's something I hope to remedy to some extent over time. See also my comments here: http://www.cincomsmalltalk.com/blog/blogView?showComments=true&entry=3310546300#3310586062
d.w. wrote:

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Date: 11/29/2005 12:58:25

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Thanks Gabe -- the linked explanation certainly helps me make sense of what I've seen. Have you investigated ways of further weighting "novelty" in your algorithms?



A guy returns from a long trip to Europe, having left his beloved dog in his brother's care. The minute he's cleared customs, he calls up his brother and inquires after his pet. "Your dog's dead," replies his brother bluntly. The guy is devastated. "You know how much that dog meant to me," he moaned into the phone. "Couldn't you at least have thought of a nicer way of breaking the news? Couldn't you have said, `Well, you know, the dog got outside one day, and was crossing the street, and a car was speeding around a corner...' or something...? Why are you always so thoughtless?" "Look, I'm sorry," said his brother, "I guess I just didn't think." "Okay, okay, let's just put it behind us. How are you anyway? How's Mom?" His brother is silent a moment. "Uh," he stammers, "uh... Mom got outside one day..."