Dear Diary

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Discovered in ktk8's Flickr photostream.

Granted, the garden didn't produce much in the way of fruit, but at least I didn't have to weed all that often.

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I like finding that people who write code have a sense of humour:

This lets you specify which characters are permitted within your URLs. When someone tries to submit a URL with disallowed characters they will get a warning message.

As a security measure you are STRONGLY encouraged to restrict URLs to as few characters as possible. By default only these are allowed: a-z 0-9~%.:_-

Leave blank to allow all characters — but only if you are insane.

Well, it made me laugh.

So we have this little time-waster computer game that is a bit like Boggle, in that you have to create words from a clustered bunch of letters. I was playing it, and in a desperation move I spelled the word ZARF.

And it took it.

Hmmm, says I. So I ended the game and went to that great agglomeration of knowledge, the internet.

Whattayaknow, it is a word, and what's more, I've used one and never known what it's called.

^^^That ain't me.

My new judogi came in tonight. It's very blue.

Also: I've become hopelessly addicted to the new Battlestar Galactica series. A co-worker (thanks, John!) loaned me the first couple DVDs the other day, and I watched them; now I've got the next three discs. Must… pace… myself.

It was amusing, though, to show the movie A Simple Curve at the Evans this past weekend. It's a good film; I enjoyed it more than I expected to. But the funny part? Seeing Michael Hogan (BSG's uptight, angry Colonel Tigh) play Jim, an aging but still-immature hippie.

Doug, here's my favorite line from the movie, paraphrased from memory:

[discussing a moment in Jim's past sex life]
Caleb: Oh God, it was a hippie threesome?
Jim: No. No, no, no. [pauses] We, uh, we took turns.

Tonight: some more writing, and then I think it'll be bedtime.

We dare you

to go up in a hot-air balloon

and jump out.

Photos found in Sweet Samantha, Shay Mozes, and cyberhobo's photostreams

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Discovered in worstelen.org's Flickr photostream.

Later, in the bar

"Dude, why did you interview him?"

"C'mon, Johnny, don't you know who that was? Didn't you recognize him?"

"No."

"Johnny, that was the Green Goblin! What a scoop!"

"Dave…"

"What?"

"Dave, that wasn't the Green Goblin. That was some guy in a green mask."

"…Seriously?"

"Yeah. Seriously."

"Aw crap, man, that's like eighty bucks worth of tape I used. That's gonna come out of my salary." [Drinks a shot of whiskey] "Heh, you're just yankin' my chain, sure. That was the Green Goblin. I'll be fine."

"No, Dave, that was some guy in a mask. Dude, you're a little too credulous, you have to work on that."

"Whatever. I suppose you're gonna tell me that ain't Wolverine that was tending bar, too, right?"

"Dave, that's just a guy who needs to trim his fingernails."

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Ah, YouTube. Is there anything it can't do?

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Discovered in Paula Wirth's Flickr photostream.

Well, it'd be hard to lose in the parking lot…

Pink lemonade = crazy delicious.

Pink lemonade after toast and honey = not quite so crazy delicious.

Sour-tastic!

If you've read and enjoyed Terry Bisson's story "They're Made Out of Meat", you need to see this film. If you haven't read it, and you like oddball SF, then you need to see it, too.

The story itself is online, too.

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