Archive for February, 2006

“Minority Report” redux.

Word has it that Apple has patented this. What do you say to OS XI?

The rain has gone.

I picked up my new glasses today at the optometrist’s and love love LOVE them. Normally I do what most people do, and buy mine at the supermegaultrasavings optical department. But I’ve been doing that my whole life and it’s been, oh gee, about that long since I’ve had a pair of glasses I liked — over 15 years. I had a brief flirtation with contacts (if you can call four years “brief”), but allergies put a stop to that whole affair. So it was back to being a four-eyes for the last several years, and putting up with frames that were always a little too thick to look good, or good-looking but relatively uncomfortable.

So I laid my hard-earned cash down for a pair of spiffy Nike frames, and they are supercool. They even have a matching magnetic polarized sunglass clip-on (not to worry, way less geeky than I would have thought possible). Every once in a while, you have to remember that it’s OK to spend some of your hard-earned money on yourself.

Cleaning up after yourself.

For the five people who might be interested, I recently rewrote my rawhide-eliminator script in Python as a learning exercise. Yes, I know I’m late off the block on this technology as well. I rarely get a chance to program at all, so it’s a real tribute to Python’s shallow learning curve that I got this done so quickly. The only errors in my first draft of the program were a couple logic errors. Now it should work fine.

Did I mention it’s about 200 times faster than the old bash script version?

Frapprcino.

Do you use Fedora? Have you added yourself to frappr?

Final destination: video. Next week.

There is roughly, oh, NOTHING that inspires hatred quite like the incessant trailers for the newest crapfest in the “Final Destination” movie series. We watched “Corpse Bride” tonight, and frankly I was a little disappointed. She said she liked it, but I could tell secretly she was pretty down too, because when the 29th trailer for “Teen Deathfest Crack-o-Rama” started screeching at us in high definition she yelled at the screen, “Why don’t you release the damn movie already so it can play in the theaters for three days and then go to the eighth circle of Blockbuster Hell where it belongs?!?” And in that moment, amidst the shock and awe, I was reminded of the enormous love I have for this fine, fine woman.

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