Gessel On…

After Tortuga had her kittens, the clatter of tiny paws was almost deafening.  We really could have used a whole case of these!

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Type “Log Viewer” (without the quotes) and get “Log+Viewer.”  It seems
like an operator that would force adjacency, but it doesn’t seem to.   
“Log AND Viewer” becomes “Log+AND+Viewer” (the explicit operator isn’t
parsed) and “”log viewer”" becomes “”log+viewer”" so it seems the space
is being replaced with “+” (#32 replaced by #43).

And the promiscuous mother is back at home, getting shots and fixed this
week.

Yum. OK, they’re not really fresh any more, this was a few months ago,
but they had just been borned and teh mom to nom.

A modern Macarena? Is it odd when people start a synchronized dance at the German embassy?

And postie is back-reved to 1.1.5, which worked as expected. The new version doesn’t work as expected. As the old version was doing what I needed, and very nicely, I’ll back rev to it, though I’m a little worried that WordPress 3.0 will break it. Pictures are nicely resized and the framing is what I’d hope.  I’ll upgrade everything else and then try postie 1.4.x again.

If you’re trying to compete with Mercedes an Infinity, you have to be able to read at least a FAT32 file system if not an ipod and usefully navigate folders and playlists.

The raspberries in the yard are fruiting. A few have turned ripe ahead of the rest, but it looks like it will be a pretty good harvest this season, if we’re home enough to pick them.

There’s somebody near me on this plane who has atomic farts. I mean wake you up with burning eyes from a deep, oxygen deprived, alcohol enhanced sleep coughing farts. Farts like I’ve never had the misfortune to experience before.

All the more amazing because plane ventilation systems normally draw air in around your feet and spray fresh air out above you, so the flow tends to suck the farts out before have to smell them, along with stinky feet and other body odors. But somehow these farts are fighting upstream and arriving still potent and fresh.

And it isn’t just a single fart, but fast and furious. You’re just getting over the last one and starting to nose-breathe again when the next one hits. I think the guy next to me suspects they’re coming out of my ass. Each time one wafts by he covers his nose with his shirt (hard to do with an oxford, but desperate times…) and glances my way. At what point, sitting next to someone on a plane, do you say “who cut that cheese?” Does the admission that you smelt it imply delt it?

Maybe I should very obviously let one fly in a olfactory lull in a testimony of sorts.

One of the irritations I have with twitter and short form UGC streams is that there are people, the ebb and flow of who’s lives I find interesting, but who feel a compulsion when they attend a conference (say) to update every clever comment they hear.

While, in principal, I might find these comments interesting and appreciate the effort to provide me with a low-bandwidth telepresent experience, but for the most part I’m not attending the conference because it wasn’t a priority for me. And it becomes a bit tedious when my twitter stream is filled start to finish with notes from some random conference I’ve never heard of.

A solution would be for my client to have a feature that rate limits anyone. There are some people I’d only want to see one tweet a day from, though there are a few from whom I’d want to see all of them. It would be nice if other users, those who’s dedication to the medium or the source was unwavering, would rate tweets such that I wouldn’t miss the good ones.

Except for my loved ones, I’d choose to filter all tweets that didn’t get at least one positive vote.