SOPA EMERGENCY LIST. →
SOPA Emergency IP list:
So if these ass-fucks in DC decide to
ruin the internet, here’s how to access your favorite sites
in the event of a DNS takedown
tumblr.com 174.121.194.34
wikipedia.org 208.80.152.201
# News
bbc.co.uk 212.58.241.131
aljazeera.com 198.78.201.252
# Social media
reddit.com 72.247.244.88
imgur.com 173.231.140.219
google.com 74.125.157.99
youtube.com 74.125.65.91
yahoo.com 98.137.149.56
hotmail.com 65.55.72.135
bing.com 65.55.175.254
digg.com 64.191.203.30
theonion.com 97.107.137.164
hush.com 65.39.178.43
gamespot.com 216.239.113.172
ign.com 69.10.25.46
cracked.com 98.124.248.77
sidereel.com 144.198.29.112
github.com 207.97.227.239
# Torrent sites
thepiratebay.org 194.71.107.15
mininova.com 80.94.76.5
btjunkie.com 93.158.65.211
demonoid.com 62.149.24.66
demonoid.me 62.149.24.67
# Social networking
facebook.com 69.171.224.11
twitter.com 199.59.149.230
tumblr.com 174.121.194.34
livejournal.com 209.200.154.225
dreamwidth.org 69.174.244.50
# Live Streaming Content
stickam.com 67.201.54.151
blogtv.com 84.22.170.149
justin.tv 199.9.249.21
chatroulette.com 184.173.141.231
omegle.com 97.107.132.144
own3d.tv 208.94.146.80
megavideo.com 174.140.154.32
# Television
gorillavid.com 178.17.165.74
videoweed.com 91.220.176.248
novamov.com 91.220.176.248
tvlinks.com 208.223.219.206
1channel.com 208.87.33.151
# Shopping
amazon.com 72.21.211.176
newegg.com 216.52.208.187
frys.com 209.31.22.39
# File Sharing
mediafire.com 205.196.120.13
megaupload.com 174.140.154.20
fileshare.com 208.87.33.151
multiupload.com 95.211.149.7
uploading.com 195.191.207.40
warez-bb.org 31.7.57.13
hotfile.com 199.7.177.218
gamespy.com 69.10.25.46
what.cd 67.21.232.223
warez.ag 178.162.238.136
putlocker.com 89.238.130.247
uploaded.to 95.211.143.200
dropbox.com 199.47.217.179
pastebin.com 69.65.13.216
Here’s a tip for the do-it-yourself crowd:
Go to your computer’s Start menu, and either go to
“run” or just search for “cmd.”
Open it up, and type in “ping [website address],”
Once you have the IP for a website, all you really
need to do is enter it like you would
a normal URL nd hit enter/press go. Typing in
“208.85.240.231”
should bring you to the front page of AO3,
for example, just as typing “174.121.194.34/dashboard”
should bring you straight to your Tumblr dashboard.
Since we’re obviously bracing for the worst case scenario
which would involve you not being
able to access the internet regularly, you should,
save this list.Dear Tumblr-ers, -ites, ettes, and whatever other things you may prefer,
Please reblog the crap out of this. Add to it if you feel there is stuff necessary but missing.
P.S. Thank you to the lovely who wrote this up.
C prompt
You guys are brilliant in every meaning of the word. Thank you.
New Blog!
Yes, a new blog. I never really liked the title of this one, even though it was a reference to my favorite piece of jewelry ever. =P
This is my new blog. (Death Cab for Cutie, anyone?) I will not be posting on Silverpolarbears again.
Cheerfully Drowning A.S. Members
Early last month, UCSB’s Associated Students, or A.S., decided to use student funds (in them midst of this exasperating UC money crisis) to pay for a retreat to Villa Antonio in Los Osos. Pretty douche-y, right?
That would, in all honesty, be all it would take to annoy me. But then, come to find out that they violated their rental contract and trashed the place.
Now, trashing a rental is tacky, immature, and annoying for the rest of the world. Annoying for the people who have to pick up after you, for the people who end up doing repairs, for the owners, and for whoever is associated with you—and in this case, it’s the entire rest of UC Santa Barbara. Taaacky and embarrassing. I mean, seriously, kids? You’re adults. Learn to pick up after yourselves. If you want to break the law, you should work on figuring out how to not get caught.
Because violating a contract, while also pretty tacky, is illegal. A.S. told Morroco Method International, who manages the villa, that there would be chaperones at the retreat, and there weren’t.
There are legal repercussions for that kind of stupidity.
And this isn’t the part that royally infuriates me. A.S. wants to use student fees to pay for their weekend of debauchery. Making the rest of us—many, many of whom are having trouble making the quarterly payments to begin with—pay for their alcohol is outrageous and personally offensive. I don’t buy close friends booze (I wouldn’t, even if I was of age), and I certainly don’t want to sponsor those idiots’ alcoholism.
A.S. racked up almost a thousand dollars worth of repairs, and now we’re supposed to tack on lawyer fees to that? I don’t think so. Furthermore, it turns out that student fees pay for executive A.S. officers’ student fees. (Does anyone else see something wrong with this whole picture?)
I’m back on Tumblr, mostly thanks to Lauren, but we’ll see how long it lasts. It might not for long, if I can’t figure out how to either just deal with the whole design of my blog or fiddle around until I make one. Or something.
I really like the flowers, though. :)
Wow. It’s still Monday.
I really wouldn’t be surprised if the very last week of the year was the one that did me in.
Mingling
I’m quite terrible at it. Not only is it hard, but exhausting as well. If I could find the privacy, I would probably start making a pathetic keening noise and curl up into a ball on the floor until either my moment of privacy ended or I felt better.
Chances are that my moment of privacy would end before I felt better. Downside of living in a dorm.
A bit too insane
It is eleven forty-eight PM right now. I’m kind of sad—excepting a twenty minute dash through my room, gathering up materials I’d need for my third class today, I haven’t been back to my room since nine-thirty this morning. That’s waaayy too long. Is it possible to be homesick when you’re only about a hundred yards away?
I’m almost ready to go back, though. I’m in the computer lab, finishing up an essay, because I’d have to trek out here to print it when I finished, anyway. And now I have a good motivator to finish it quickly and get to bed. Bed sounds good.
Another good motivator? The guy in here with me—well, his feet stink. There are no windows. It’s stuffy and stinky in here.
Gotta finish, gotta finish, gotta finish…
Beloved Backpack
I just got a good whiff of the inside of my backpack. It smells like a mix of old, sweaty, soccer stuff and chocolate chip cookies.
I hope the cookie I carried in it yesterday doesn’t smell like nasty soccer gear. I was really looking forward to eating it.
PostSecret →
Every Sunday Frank uploads a new round of annonymous secrets people all across the country have written on postcards and sent to him.
Every time he posts one that speaks to me in some way, I save it on my computer. I have a whole file just for those ones.
This week, I saved three.
One can die from private woes as easily as from public ones.
Sweet deal
So Long, Coach: Get an Upgrade at the Airport
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“The unfortunate reality of business travel today involves cramped economy seats, rental cars, and second-tier hotels. These treasured tips for bagging an upgrade on your…View »
Basically… you have to sweet talk your way through it. =P
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