We'll miss you, you mad bastard.
We'll miss you, you mad bastard.
Pyjamarama is my song of the evening.
I haven't been paying attention to my web stats. Does anyone out there actually read and enjoy my links, since I split them out of the main blog? (Just curious.)
I've been thinking lately that my innate fashion instincts come from the Tom Baker era of Doctor Who. Thankfully, I have a girlfriend who helps dress me. The hair's still getting pretty unruly, though.
Funny thing about weekends when you’re unemployed.
They don’t quite mean so much,
Except you get to hang out with all your working friends.
Got a comment from Mark Eichin that reminded me I forgot to link to something I posted a few years ago: Perceptible interface + laziness threshold = weblog silence
I just helped my friend Erik (aka We3bus) get The Biofeedback Blog up and running for his company with WordPress 1.5—I’m looking forward to seeing what they do with it. It was a gigantic pain in the ass, since we ran into problems with damn near every component of the setup, from MySQL to IIS to WordPress itself. Granted, this is a bit of a non-typical install, but damn… Anyway, check them out.
A comment from Jason Clark makes me think a little more about ideas I’ve had about customized feeds to offer here for the next refresh. I’ve gotten on a run posting political links because, well, I’ve got some very definite opinions about our current situation—but you might not care about that. Was thinking that I might offer a mix-your-own-feed form where you can pick and choose from kinds of posts and tags I’ll be using. The proper place for this is in the aggregator, but it could be a fun project for the book.
Physical objects have affordances, a powerful, but little understood part of infrastructure.Quick meme thing snatched from the jaws of pfrank:
1. Grab the nearest book. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
I wonder if the people who made the film of The Lord of the Rings had ended it with Frodo putting on the Ring and ruling happily ever after, and then claimed that that was what Tolkien "intended..." would people think they'd been "very, very honest to the books"?
I have an office at work, with a door, and a window. Amazing, I know, though my view is of the disputed / abandoned Vinton Building at 600 Woodward in Detroit. Not the prettiest thing, though it has had me intrigued from time to time. It's this 12-story building with what looks like a brick shack with a little deck on the roof. Were it all in good shape, it might even be a neat place to live, although now it's just the domain of birds.
Except today. It's really hard to see him in this picture, but there's a photographer on the roof today. He looks pretty clean cut, even wearing a tie under his winter coat. He's been taking turns at each corner of the roof taking shots out over the downtown streets here, casting the occasional nervous glance around like he's going to be caught. I don't think he's noticed that I'm watching him, though. I mean, he might be up there representing someone who's buying the building for all I know, but he looks pretty nervous.
I do wonder how the heck he got up there, though. The place is all boarded up, and I've heard that most of the stairs in the place are rotted through because the roof is ruined and rain pours right in, seeping through all the floors right down to the ground. There is a bare ladder down the side of the building to the alley below, but you'd never catch me trying to climb that thing. So I think in a way, I'm jealous that this guy is stomping around on the roof I stare at every day yet can never get to.
It's weird. If my windows could open, I could shout to him. I'm just so curious how the hell he got up there. Of course, I have seen people up there once before-- a team of a dozen official-looking hard-hatted people wandering around and taking notes, about 6 months ago. But this guy just seems too jittery to have made it up to the top in any owner-sanctioned capacity.
Anyway, that's my excitement for the hour.
So, like, there's just way too much energy being expended over here about old (I)ndustry photos (which came from over here (which came from BBS downloads and personal scans)). (Whoa. I looked way too skinny in the few of me that pop up in there.)
Anyway, all of this energy should instead really be spent in one of the following ways: