Friday night, Laura and I went to Apple’s “100 Minutes of Jaguar” release party at Lenox Mall. We anticipated about 80 people being there. When we got there at about 10:15, there were about 1000 people lined up throughout the top floor of the mall, almost all of them waiting to get their copy of Mac OS 10.2. Rather than getting in line, we decided to just sit and watch for a little while. When we left at 11PM, more people were showing up.
If you had a Firewire-capable system, wouldn’t you like to have a Super DriveDock: a very small block with an IDE connector on one side, Firewire and power on the other side. For a quick data-dump, slap the DriveDock onto a drive, plug in your Firewire cable, and copy files at 35MB/s.
“It’s time. You don’t get a second chance.”
I could hear the clickety clickety tapping of the witch’s fingernails on the glass windowpane. Below her was a long empty drop to the pavement. Above her was the moon.
“I like my life. I’ve got a great apartment. I date. My furniture matches.”
The witch cocked her head like some predatory bird. Her slick black eyes, filled with stars and sliding reflections of the neighboring apartments, did not reflect my image. Her terrifying and beautiful face smiled with some pity for me.
Yar! Pirates!
Testing with mozilla.
My mother works in histology at a city hospital. She enjoys telling me terrible and gruesome tales of the things that happen at her work:
“We had a poor old girl die from an intercranial bleed-on at 9:15 wednesday night. She was an organ donor so they took her to surgery immediately afterward and took out her organs and her bones.
“At 3:00 PM on Thursday, Administration called me to see where the body was. We didn’t know there was a body in the morgue. I went back to the morgue and there she was: lying out in the room, no fridge, just flat (no bones), wrapped in paper, like a roast.
Yay! Cooking With Monkey!!
Jeff sent it. I don’t even wanna know.
IRC sucks. More specifically, the configuration and setup of a new IRC daemon sucks.
I’ve been setting up an internal IRC server at work, so that we can chat and goof off without having our traffic go through someone else’s network. After banging on it all day yesterday, I’ve gotten the recalcitrant config file to work almost properly, with the exception of allowing multiple connections from one host.
The main problem with the config file for ircd is that it was written by computer nerds in the 70s, so the config files go something like “By default we disallow all access. If for some weird reason you actually want someone to be able to USE your server, you’ll have to edit the Y line. The format for editing the Y line consists of rolling 6d8 [using standard D&D dragon dice], multiplying that result in octal by the hex value of e, and then placing colons after every second prime number in the result. Append that with your users’ expected Class rating. [Class ratings are not covered in this document, and the appropriate document may be found via Gopher at the University of Helsinki’s site. Or not.]”
Hooray! It’s Rod‘s birthday! Everyone go send dirty email birthday wishes to rod at dinkdonk dot com!
Happy birthday, Rod!