The B-52s have had a new album out for nearly two weeks, and I don’t have it.
Category: goatee-stroking musing, or something
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strike the (un)happy medium
We have to fight it. If not, we will go back to the Dark Ages, where we will be persecuted and prosecuted.
— a UK spiritualist, complaining that psychic services now fall under consumer protection legislation. Emphasis mine.
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i wonder
If Garlic’s of London (whose menu is fairly heavy on the eponymous) had a self-serve all-you-can-eat, woud that be called Buffet the Vampire Slayer?
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welly
I’m not getting the fashion for trendily-coloured Wellington boots. Maybe it was my junior years spent squelching about in ill-fitting and malodorous gumboots that did it.
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apologetic sales pitch
I guess the market for cassette tape head cleaners isn’t huge any more, so I was a little surprised to see this on the only one that The Source sells.
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hooray for durable media
I used the PMD620 this evening to transfer 30+ year old cassettes that Catherine‘s father had made of the (then) children. Sound came out pretty clear, especially since these have been living in the wild with no case to protect them.
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2U
You know that if you play How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb backwards, you hear Bono giving complete and easy to follow instructions on how to build one?
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anklemeat
I’m beginning to regret wearing my Docs today. Breaking in a pair of Docs is a multiweek process for me, involving blisters, anklemeat and sticking plaster.
I bought these particular Docs years ago. I bought a pair of Blundstones at the same time. Since they didn’t need any breaking in, the Docs were consigned to the shed. I found them a few months ago while searching for a derailleur tool, and finally cleaned them up last night.
At the moment, my ankles are merely a bit raw. In a couple of days, you could boil my socks for soup …
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hiding from The Weed Man
their 1-800 number calls about 5 times a night with no message. I call ’em right back (hey, it’s their dime) and just let the phone sit for 5-10 minutes. In between the Your call is important to uss, there’s the occasional “Hello? … Hello?”. I’m yet to formulate an evil plan (scream? giggle maniacally? play banjo? all three?), but I see a Weed Man truck prowling the neighbourhood. I think they’re on to me …
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words to live by
A weird imagination is most useful to gain full advantage of all the features.
— screen(1) manual.
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barcodes of miscellaneous things found on my desk
021205009544 043100455349 051122172625 073999738360 093074013021 5099680001525 9780176224509
You can tell I found my cuecat, can’t you?
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an engineer is me (almost)
I passed the PPE. Now all I need to do is prove that I have engineering experience, and I’ll be able to have a licence to practice engineering. The Engineering Council thought I had enough experience to be a CEng back in 2001, but engineering fundamentals are so different here in Ontario.
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as welcome as a … in a …
The last couple of times we’ve been to the supermarket, we’ve noticed someone has thrown a pack of pork products into the halal section chiller. C’mon people; that kind of behaviour comes free with stupid. Just ‘cos you’ve got bacon breath doesn’t mean you have to force it on everyone else.
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this town ain’t big enough for the half of us
My rather weak attempt to show that if something doubles in size, it uses the sum of all its previous endeavour to do so. Source: halves.eps.
