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This Just In…

I posted this back in 2002, because I liked it, and I think it’s worth repeating again during these uncertain times:

Seething Bilious Hate, Down 3% – Where is all the good news? Why is the media so obsessed with horror and misery? Herein, some possible salve

Now we know…

…what they do with all the really good drugs that they confiscate from folks trying to traffic narcotics through the mail. They give them to stamp artists, who come up with designs like this upcoming stamp honouring Buckminster Fuller

Eh…?

Running “apt-get upgrade” on my work box, and one of the packages it was updating was “bsdmainutils”. Somehow, I misread that as “bdsmutils” and wondered “When did I install that?”.

And what sort of bdsm tools would you want under Linux, assuming that was the sort of thing you were into anyway?

Coming Soon to a Theatre Near You!

A swishy, sexually-ambiguous priest is appointed the new bishop of the See of Tartuga in the thrilling epic tale of ecclesiastical adventure on the high seas. Don’t miss

Prelates of the Caribbean

Opening this fall in theatres everywhere…

Warm Fuzzies for Spring

This meme was vectored from the adorable ladysprite

On the theory that we could all use a hearty dose of positive energy and general warm fuzziness while we wait, none too patiently, for spring and better times; that *no* one I know is getting told often enough what a good job they’re doing just getting through this crazy, lovely world. Take a second, and mention something you like about me (if such a thing exists) in the comments. Then repost this to your own journal, and have some goodness for yourself.

Free…er, Jail Bill Watterson!

From the April 9 issue of The Tech,. MIT’s online newspaper:

Jail Bill Watterson
by Amal Dorai

I really liked “Calvin and Hobbes.” In fact, I’m pretty sure most of you did, too. It was like “The Simpsons”; not just funny, but warm and insightful, taking us back to the carefree days of childhood. Yet Bill Watterson cruelly stopped drawing “Calvin and Hobbes” in 1995, only ten years after it began, and well before it started to get old. It was still funny, still great, and he just stopped. If I were the president of the United States, I’d throw him in prison and force him to draw more strips.

Read the entire column.

Sentence Meme

Grab the nearest book. Find the 5th sentence on page 23. Append it to the paragraph below. Append your name to the list below of people who have contributed to the paragraph. Post the result to your LJ.

They also talk of our being guilty of injustice, and their being the victims of an unjustifiable war. Brandy, and Tom got increasingly close-mouthed and sour. Although a certain sense of tripartite society survived down to Christian times, the three classes described in the Eddic poem “Rigdthula” bear little resemblance to Dumezil’s three. It is often argued, and still oftener thought, that none but bad men would desire to weaken these salutary beliefs; and there can be nothing wrong,it is thought, in restraining bad men, and prohibiting what only such men would wish to practice. At its nearest point the wall was little more than one league from the City, and that was south-eastward. When he saw Jack Hare jump towards the fire, and the Practical Man brandishing the toasting-fork, Sir Isaac grabbed the strings of gravitational force that bound Jack to his destiny and PULLED— That’s a seventy-four gun privateer, besides. To honour a group of British nobles, treacherously slain at a conference by Hengist’s guards, Aurelius decides to erect a great monument near Amesbury. That being so, he did not chortle when he went upstairs. Let stand. This ensures that when the garbage collector runs, it has complete access to the memory in the heap and can perform its tasks safely without the threat of being preempted by another thread. And then you may begin to laugh. The data are stored in Column 1 and renamed “Age.” Pull your hand back. I don’t remember that any secrets were revealed to me, nor do I remember any avid curiosity on my part to learn something I wasn’t supposed to–perhaps I was too young to know what to listen for. You don’t remember how awful it is being normal.

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Hippity Hoppity, Here he comes…

Just in time for the Holidays, John Scalzi reprints his classic interview with the Easter Bunny.

Customers never cease to amaze me.

I don’t usually post about work, but this was too good not to share…

Toward the end of today, I got a message from one of my team members, asking about one of the old web servers, which had been slated for decommission..

Him: Is uuweb1 still there
Me: Uh, well, we turned it off, but it still exists
Him: Can we access it?
Me (suspicious): Why?

Well, it turns out that one of the customers who was hosted on that machine had not been properly transitioned over to the new web servers. This is an oversight, and entirely our fault, so I can understand the customer’s demand that we produce his content.

Luckily, we hadn’t yet recycled the hardware, and I drug it out of storage and set it up on my bench with the idea of temporarily putting it up on a test IP long enough to discover if the customers content was still there.

And it occurred to me…

This machine was turned off. It was off the network.

What kind of web customer doesn’t NOTICE that their website is down for two months????

Incredible.

(We were able to recover the customers data for them, so alls well that ends well, but I commented to my boss that if we didn’t have their stuff, it would serve ’em right. Sheesh!)

Insane cat

I have concluded that Jenna is insane.

I reported earlier about Jenna’s adventures with the fireplace. After finally giving her a bath and a couple of weeks of self-cleaning and shedding, she was starting to look almost normal again.

So, of course, I came home today to find that she had gotten into the fireplace again and was as grey as before, if not more. Of course, this time I had the necessary stuff on hand, so I got undressed and, with a helping hand from telynor‘s son, G., we gave the poor dear another bath.

She’s hiding under the bed and refusing to talk to me now. I don’t know when she’ll ever be white again. And this weekend, I have to go and spend some time figuring out how to close off the fireplace.

Meanwhile, the cat is insane.

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