After I went to publish today's article titled “intestines” I looked at the blog and it wasn't there.
I have several plugins that could block the introduction of an article
before it's ready: there might be a
I finally ran the blog software under the debugger. It was indeed selecting the “intestines” article and then one of the plugins was filtering it out. Stepping through the plugins eventually revealed which one was responsible:
The post was being discarded from the live version because
I had no idea I had this plugin, which I probably wrote in 2006.
I suggest that the word “baby” be retired from all rock music, except when it is used to refer to an actual baby.
Here's a list of the words from Webster's Second International Dictionary where the letters in the first half of the word are the same as the letters in the second half:
I have an interactive program that streamlines the process of shitposting. Today we had the following exchange:
I had forgotten that I put that in, and was startled.
I think living with me must be like that a lot of the time, because I live with me, and it is like that a lot of the time.
It turns out that the U.S. individual tax system has a users’ manual! It is 300 pages long, which is not unreasonable. I have read plenty of 300-page manuals in my time.
It seems tragic that I didn't find out about this thirty years ago, since I am exactly that rare weirdo who would read this manual and find it really useful.
Goat-scented air fresheners
Malcolm X and Redd Foxx were lifelong friends. They met when both were working as dishwashers in the same restaurant.
I've been to some crappy conference talks, let me tell you. And usually they're crappy in pretty much the same way: too little substance, delivered too late. (This is what led me to invent lightning talks: if the speaker can't get off their thumb and get to the point, then by God we'll get them off the stage and give it to someone who can.)
Anyway, this talk was crappy in a whole new way. It was about designing accessible web sites. The speaker put up his first slide and here's what I saw:
I raised my hand. “Excuse me,” I said. “I can't read that. Can you please make the font bigger?”
“Um, no, I can't.”
So I got up and walked out.
I have a program that is a wrapper around
I never actually invoke it as
It sometimes happens that I need that long hostname in some other context though, and for quite a while the way I would look it up would be to grep the source code of the program:
This had been bugging me for a while, and I had the idea of giving the
program a flag so that instead of running
Or I tried to. I found it had been there all along:
This mode also makes it skip the part where it deals with the VPN.
I don't know what to conclude from this.
(Most recently, fucking
Let's all refer to computers as “giant electronic brains”.
What a weird sentence. Did the person who wrote this think about what they were writing? Maybe they did, and they thought it was funny, or maybe they just charged ahead. I honestly don't know.
This is MacArthur Park the Westlake area of Los Angeles.
These pillars are made of some sort of steel, with holes cut in them in what are evidently Mayan numerals. (Bars are fives, dots are ones, and those hamburger football things are zeroes. Groups of bars and dots composed vertically in a base-20 system.)
But why? What do the numbers signify?
The LA Parks and Recreation web site for MacArthur Park features these pillars prominently, but offers no explanation. Does anyone know what is up?