In which this shit really happens.
“But it worked yesterday!”
The fact that something works today does not guarantee it will work tomorrow.
Have you ever had an appliance that quit working? Computers are like that. One day it works, the next day it blows up. Shit happens.
“But everything else works fine.”
This is exactly like telling your mechanic that you just can’t have a bad water pump because your electric windows still work!
In which I bitch about my good fortune!
I spent two years unemployed. It was — after blocking out the stress and fear of being only moderately employable during a very deep recession — freakin’ wonderful.
I didn’t have to get up five mornings a week and get my ass to work. I could avoid leaving the house for days if the weather was bad. There was no rigid schedule. I could eat whenever I wanted, sleep whenever I wanted, stay up all night if I wanted, sleep all day if I wanted (sleeping is so cool it gets mentioned twice), go for a coffee whenever I wanted. I was nearly always caught up on my household duties because I could do them whenever.
In which Gingerbread broke my camera app. And there’s a question for you to answer!
I take the majority of my photographs with my cell phone. They’re spontaneous pictures and don’t have to be high quality, but on the other hand, they do need to not actively suck.
My phone is an LG Optimus S. In the beginning, it took acceptable pictures even though it has always sucked in low-light conditions. It worked for my needs. It’s a fucking phone, after all.
But since the update to Gingerbread, it takes pictures like this:
That picture was taken in broad daylight, in bright sunlight. It was not taken at dusk. It was taken at ten o’clock in the morning on a sunny day. But see how dark it is? And how blue everything is?
In which each regulation begets a new one, aimed at shoring up its own failures.
This site is going dark on the 18th in protest of SOPA and PIPA. Yes, people should be paid for their work. Yes, pirates are jerks. No, I’m not going to give up my civil liberties in pursuit of what is essentially a personal problem for an industry I don’t really spend that much time worrying about.
In which I have one.
I caught a winter cold a couple of weeks ago. Missed a day of work, even. Now just suffering residual snot.
This post is stupid. I love the Internet.
In which it’s not jargon if that’s what it’s called.
Circular explanations are circular:
Customer: Connection slower than usual
Me: What speed are you connecting at?
Customer: I don’t know….SLOW
Me: Hold your mouse over the dialer icon in the system tray. It will show you what speed you’re currently connected at.
Customer: What is the dialer icon?
Me: It’s the icon that represents your dialup connection.
In which there’s a little video Emilio shot last night.
Here’s a Billy Preston cover for you. You’re welcome.
In other news, Move, our latest album, recently received 9 of 10 stars at Blues Revue.
In which I hope yours was lovely.
In which I have waited until the last minute.
Yesterday I got on Amazon and ordered a bunch of stuff for Christmas. Luckily I still have Prime, so I got 2-day shipping for free. (Free!)
All of which means that I very well might avoid a hellish Christmas eve midnight run to Walmart. Yay!
In other news, G’ma has already made at least three different kinds of cookies (including those amazing molasses crackle things). My company’s owner sent the office about thirty pounds of candy and cookies (including a huge box of chocolate truffles). I’m trying very hard to avoid these things, but all I want to eat is macaroni and cheese. Ah, Christmas: it’s not the goose that’s getting fat.
In which this was originally posted elsewhere, but I’m moving a copy over here because I wrote it and I can.
Overweight is a metabolic issue and not a behavioral one.
It’s currently the fashion to believe that overweight people suffer from sloth and gluttony; however, adipose tissue is not the result of character defects but rather of metabolic function. Most of what you know about diet and exercise and health, it turns out, is completely wrong.
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In which there’s a sendlog.
When mail is transferred from server to server across the net, this is what it looks like when the servers talk to each other. More or less.
LOG: MAIN
< = root@server.bmi.net U=root P=local S=381
[root@server ~]#delivering 1Raxum-0002J0-Cc
Connecting to blahmail.goblinbox.com [66.240.255.128]:25 ... connected
SMTP<< 220 fc8255128.aspadmin.net ESMTP
SMTP>> EHLO server.bmi.net
SMTP< < 250-fc8255128.aspadmin.net
250-AUTH=LOGIN CRAM-MD5 PLAIN
250-AUTH LOGIN CRAM-MD5 PLAIN
250-STARTTLS
250-PIPELINING
250 8BITMIME
SMTP>> STARTTLS
SMTP< < 220 ready for tls
SMTP>> EHLO server.bmi.net
SMTP< < 250-fc8255128.aspadmin.net
250-AUTH=LOGIN CRAM-MD5 PLAIN
250-AUTH LOGIN CRAM-MD5 PLAIN
250-PIPELINING
250 8BITMIME
SMTP>> MAIL FROM:
SMTP>> RCPT TO:
SMTP>> DATA
SMTP< < 250 ok
SMTP<< 250 ok
SMTP<< 354 go ahead
SMTP>> writing message and terminating "."
SMTP< < 250 ok 1323903521 qp 8064
SMTP>> QUIT
LOG: MAIN
=> sender@goblinbox.com R=dnslookup T=remote_smtp H=blahmail.goblinbox.com [66.240.255.128] X=TLSv1:DHE-RSA-AES256-SHA:256
LOG: MAIN
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