• The Official RTE shit scale 2008.
• Eamonn Sex-Pot Ryan gets highlighted over on Mulley.net, with appropriate imagery.
• Aer Lingus accidently charged €5 for business class flights to New York and about one hundred people got in before they realised their mistake. Unfortunately, they’ve cancelled the seats. The National Consumer Agency though, has called on them to honour the 5 euro seats.
• Well Done Fillet is selling badges. Oh man, the Jazz Biscuit mystery prize is so awesome. Hint: It’s not a badge. And how to win it is still a mystery.
• 2009 Six Nations to feature Friday night fixture. That’s very mad. It’s not affecting Ireland’s games though.

It’s windy today. But luckily, the internet doesn’t experience wind. It’s too fucking amazing. Make Interjazz link go now.

• Bock The Rocker takes an expert blogknife to Cathal Ó Searcaigh’s statement. Fantastic post from a fantastic blogger.
• More O’Bama Irish t-shirt jazz. [Pictured above]
• Dublin’s newest cyclist hunter is back, with part two of his cyclists break red lights shock series. (See this post previously at Jazz Biscuit.) Good choice on the Queen song, we left the video playing on another tab and it made typing this much more rocking.
• Captain Mulley had a youtube up yesterday of Super Eamonn Ryano up against Senator Shane Ross on broadband. How can we help Ryano save the day on broadband when there’s far more pressing [in the majorities view at least] issues that require capital expenditure?

Don’t worry girls, he’s ok! Still dreamy as pie. Yep, Eamonn was sexily using his computer last week, when he walked half way into a scam, so reports the Irish Times this morning. (Good luck trying to read the article, it’s behind their shit-ass pay wall.)

At the launch of a €1 million awareness campaign about internet security, Mr Ryan said that last week he was “half-way” to entering his bank details in response to an e-mail request before he realised he was dealing with fraudsters.

Poor sexy man, was almost taken in by a scam, drop into Green Party headquarters if you’ve baked him a cake to console the poor chicken. (No more bra and panties ladies, they can’t recycle ALL of them!)

Ladies and gents, avert your eyes from his his photo for just two minutes and analyse the situation: Our minister for internets almost got internet scammed! We have someone in charge of our tubes who doesn’t have a piss-arse idea of what’s going on. Enough out of Jazz Biscuit. Read super-blogger and columnist Sarah Carey’s broadband-fiasco piece from last Sunday Times, and learn something about how minister interweb is screwing up the broadband rollout and making us interslowbastards.

A snip:

IF you think Eamon Ryan looks a bit hassled these days, broadband might have something to do with it. As minister for communications it’s his job to come up with a policy for Next Generation Networks - telecoms for the future and all that. But no-one seems to know what to do, least of all him.