From a recent LUG meeting: One member described “wife” as “the best definition ever of a non-maskable interrupt.” UPDATE: I hadn’t seen my Mugshot stacker, where Marvelous Mike had posted something today on gender issues, proving once again that he is always ahead of my game.
We gave my daughter a small radio/CD player for her sixth birthday a while back, so she’s been excited to get copies of some of our CDs that she can play in her room. Yes, we still get the majority of our music the old-fashioned way, by buying CDs. So …
A couple days ago Mike McGrath posted a blurb about a question of morality posed on “This American Life,” a regular National Public Radio show. This question actually comes from an episode of RadioLab, a fascinating science show that comes to NPR courtesy of WNYC. You can listen to the …
Nicu’s post on the artwork proposals shows what a great group of contributors is involved in that project. Mairin’s interest in the concept of infinity are fascinating, and I’m eager to see how she develops this idea. I also really like Mola’s Moon theme, although I’d like to see it …
There’s been a stifling mini-heat wave here in the mid-Atlantic states, with temperatures yesterday and today up around 100 F, with heat indexes closer to 110 F due to the humidity (or, as I like to refer to it, “soupy crotchness”). By the way, thanks Florida! Now I can thank …
Probably everyone has read something about this exhibition, seeing as how it’s several years old, and has generated countless news stories, but you can’t have too many good anatomy exhibits in my opinion. I think we may try to see it this month. It’s also showing in a number of …
So next, I’d like someone to explain, pretty please, why gauge is indicated as a spelling error on my F7 GNOME desktop, kthxbai.
This is a very interesting video, but I have a bone to pick. More of a pet peeve. OK, it’s just me being a language fascist. The word “chad” is its own plural. Or rather, the word means an indeterminate amount as opposed to a thing, meaning it can’t really …
Yeah, 30 GB of Kool-Aid. And God help me, it tastes sweet. Oh, and we got one of these to go with it.
Yes, time for the moronic, NASCAR-addicted, Budweiser-swilling, vernacular-challenged denizens of my little bit of Frednecksburg to spoil the holiday spin-up by letting off noisemakers all night every night for two weeks surrounding the Glorious Fourth. I’m actually starting to hope some fingers fly this year. How sad to be yearning …