Fun encounter with the fairer sex this morning. Went outside my apartment to the Farmer’s Market that usually serves only to deprive me of parking on Friday night. Browsed a little, then to the java stand. The pretty twenty-something compliments my “Frozen” shirt with a giggle and asks what I’d like. “Well … I’ve been craving a BBC. A big–” [beat, anxiety on her face] “black …” [beat, eyes widen] “… coffee.” She laughs. Funny she knew the acronym– maybe she’s...
All around me are familiar faces– … worn out places … worn out faces. Bright and early for their daily races– … going nowhere … going nowhere. Their tears are filling up their glasses– … no expression. … no expression. Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow– … no tomorrow … no tomorrow. And I find it kind of funny; I find it kind of sad– that the dreams in which I’m dyin’ are the best I’ve ever had....
It’s been a while. How you doin’? It’s been a while longer since I wrote anything of general utility. Most of my spew has been of a peculiar flavor spawned of my bile. Give me a break, friends– the strongest urge to write is to pull in those who ken what you pen. It’s rare for anyone to truly know you. … I’m speaking to a likewise rare audience here. For the majority of humanity, their 12-piece “Age 2+” puzzle...
It’s not easy being drunk all the time; Everyone would do it if it were easy. There’s a wide gap between a “social” drinker and an “alcoholic”. It’s a regrettably coarse span of choices found on personality inventories. Most who do imbibe can honestly choose the first. Some might convince themselves that because they drink to be social, they are social drinkers. Few wish to admit to the latter, which is more a medical diagnosis than a choice or a description of...
Waiting for a DNS change today, using <tt>dig</tt> to check the propagation, did a `man dig`, found mention of Chaosnet and Hesiod classes, the latter having been developed within the Athena Project, which also gave us the X Window System: In 1984, Bob Scheifler and Jim Gettys set out the early principles of X:[2] Do not add new functionality unless an implementor cannot complete a real application without it. It is as important to decide what a system is not as to...
I’m working from home, and our company’s outsourced webmail leaves much to be desired. My desktop is Windows 7, since it offers the compatibility necessary in the corporate world, while most of my work is done through an xterm launched from my Linux box over CAT6. Rather than keeping up multiple webmail windows or collecting them all through one service (which usually leaves me with duplicate synchronizations across devices), I decided to choose an email client. First, it was Windows...
Yesterday, I watched the second half of Magnolia, started the evening before. I’ve watched it dozens of times, and it’s gone from “meh” to my top two favorite PT Anderson films. There’s a quote heard throughout, and the last line for narrator Ricky Jay: And the book says, “We may be through with the past, but the past ain’t through with us.” In what “book” does this quote appear? After finding a clue on an archived thread that linked to...
My kitchen ceiling flooded yesterday. Not sure how this poesy parody came to mind, but here it is. Once upon a morning drizzly, while I hack-ed, gruff and grizzly, O’er many quaint and curious statements of programmatic lore— While I type-ed, buffers filling, suddenly there came a spilling, As of something gently dripping, dripping on my kitchen floor— “‘Tis rain fallen,” I muttered, “dripping on my kitchen floor— Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I...
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