Why yes, I *would* like to beat up my boss!
Aren’t there much better ways to go about this? Maybe like the USPS 100 Man Kumite? Stock Broker Bumfights? I’m sure they could do better than this.
How do you like having an extremely extensible, mature, and stable text editor. I sure do. One thing that always bugged me when writing code is going through and finding all sorts of annoying trailing whitespace. For most major modes, tabs are converted to spaces for consistency, but trailing whitespaces are neglected. I was considering writing an elisp function to go ahead and take care this until I found This little gem. I suggest that anyone that has to deal with syntax where trailing whitespace is ignored to have a crack at this.
For that matter, the rest of the interface enhancements on the main page look like they’d be excellent additions to one’s ~/elisp/ folder even today; as for the most part, the code here dates back to the early 90’s. Emacs isn’t exactly a popular mail client anymore…
http://www.hasthelhcdestroyedtheearth.com
I invite all of you to view the source of this site, which is exponentially hilarious.
I’d never been to Hot Doug’s before, but I’m certainly glad I went:
That’s a half-eaten merlot and blueberry venison sausages, and a kangaroo sausage with chili mayonnaise, with duck fat fries lining the top right of the image. Life is good.
For being in Chicago for almost five years, I’ve been fairly lucky as I’d never been mugged. I always wondered if it was because I didn’t look like the type that would be packing a fat wallet, because I’ve certainly traveled alone at night enough to put myself at risk.
Last night, I was riding home on the L, and the train was one stop away from where I get off. I was pretty tired but still lucid; as it was 4:30, but I was still lucid thanks to a very early post-party breakfast. I was dressed to the nines as well, wearing a vest, tie & fedora as I often do when I’m out. The guy sitting across the aisle then very noticeably put his hand under his hoodie, and then started fidgeting in his seat. I think me must have thought I wasn’t paying attention to him, as I probably looked pretty zonked. I’d had a good night, but i was meditating on the craziness of the past couple months of my life in general, which put me in a bit of an irate mood, as well.
The guy, this cooked scrawny bum-looking character then leans over and says “hey, I’ve got a gun.” No he doesn’t. He has a hand under his shirt. I saw the fool put it there. He was fidgeting with it. I saw his round finger, not a cylindrical barrel sticking out from his stupid sweater. He’d given me like, a minute to look at him fool and try and get it right. I looked at him, and went back to to ignoring him.
He’s obviously pissed, so he says “hey, I’ve got a gun. Give me your wallet.” Dammit. I don’t want to put up with this bullshit. I’m used to aggressive situations; I’ve been in a couple fights as an adult before (not proudly, being jumped in a foreign country sucks), so I wasn’t going to lose my cool here. I drew a blank stare, and put my hand in my front pocket.
Getting away with that, too, told me that this guy was an amateur. If he was serious, I should have gotten my ass beat. No one carries their wallet in a front pocket. He was too concerned with getting his cash to realize that. Poor bastard didn’t know I was calling on a friend.
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce Mr. Twisty:
Mr. Twisty is an Italian-made Damascus blade “leverletto”, which means that he is an Italian-style stiletto knife with a German lever release mechanism. Not as fast of an action as a traditional switchblade, but much safer to carry. When I reached into my pocket, I palmed my knife and flipped the trigger down, into a ready state.
I was still giving this guy a blank stare, just waiting for him to move. When you’re in a confrontation where you have an obvious advantage, you never want to tip your hand, and that’s what this guy thought. He interpreted my deal look as fear, but it was just calm and resentment. Here I was with this guy sitting across from me trying to mug me with a fake gun, and I have my hand on the trigger of a switchblade. He kept on leaving himself open, and I debated the merits of kicking this guy in the face when he sat in the seat on his bench nearer to me. Finally, he worked up the courage to do something. “So are you going to give me your wallet, or am I going to have to take it?”
That’s when he got up, and that was my cue. I pulled Mr. Twisty from my pocket and sprung from my seat. The scraggly bum damn near shit a brick, as I watched a cell phone fly from under his hoodie (his very poorly done fake gun), and he started backpedaling as fast as he could manage. I yelled at him to stay back, and he did a good job of it. Thankfully, the train was just pulling into my stop as this all went down. “I’m getting off, you’re staying here,” I said, “I can’t believe you tried to rob me with a cell phone.” I then backed off to my bag, and got the hell of that train.
My good friend Karl and I were on our way back from Lollapalooza last week when we happened upon this vehicle carrying two passengers from the Blackstone Hotel.
I apologize for the bad image quality, my Blackberry Pearl has crappy image quality.
Google Labs just released Lively, a supposed contender to Second Life. I played the latter a decent amount to see what it has become, which is mostly a desperate cry for more and more attention. People will wander about looking for someone to talk to, and run into a variety of weirdos. I predict a combination of late 90’s AOL chatrooms, IRC gaming, or any other effort at suspended reality that just feels empty and unfulfilling.
The general cycle will probably engender the following:
I should probably note that I haven’t actually tried Lively yet. There are a number of things that Lively does get right, and should probably be adapted by any future virtual worlds:
However, there are some other areas where it falls flat on its face:
The real problem is that no one’s found a good reason to use virtual world technology in a non-gaming context. Second Life general offensiveness in getting *anything* done in a reasonable time in-world has turned off a number of potential users, including myself. However, there is a lot of potential markets that a decent implementation could access. It’s that latter part that really means something.
In the meantime however, I’m just going to curse until someone creates a virtual world that doesn’t completely mock the cyberpunk ideal.
Because I’ve never had one. Frankly, most poetry that gets handed off to me, I have a very low opinion of. However, a bit of googling led me to this highlights collection, and refreshes my opinion of the beauty of brevity of words. Can anyone else recommend poets that are capable of delivering the full value of their words without making it feel like a laborious, overwrought exercise? Just like coding, music and every other subjective field I’ve come across, there is beauty to be found in minimalism.
…I left my combat boots in San Francisco. Seriously, when I was out in Sunnyvale for work for the week.
To clarify, my job shipped me out to the Bay area for a week, and a couple of long weekends. A couple coworkers of mine are spending their time off camping & climbing, I decided to hit San Francisco and stay with Christian Perry of SF Beta and Room Full of People fame. I’ve had a fun time cavorting in the SF social scene, and met some very interesting movers and shakers in the web world. In a twist of irony, I spent my week working down in Sunnyvale in an industry older than a PDP-11. Hardly what is to be expected in the Web 2.0 Mecca.
I suppose I haven’t’ clarified exactly what I do, so I’ll go ahead and run it down; since it’s a lot of fun to talk about and I’d like people to know. For the past couple months, I’ve been working for a startup backup software company called Zmanda. We’re currently a leader in open source backup technology, and a fair portion of our engineers work solely on open source software; myself included. I am heading up an effort to analyze & improve BackupPC, and potentially integrate it with our other offerings. This has led me to some really nitty-gritty systems level concerns, which are always fun to deal with; along with a unusually clever storage engine.
However, I’m talking about San Francisco, primarily. I had a great time. A bloody awesome time. The city always seems to have something to do and I am there to enjoy it. The people are awesome and welcoming, and I got to go see a lot of what the city has to offer. My first weekend I spent clubbing and spent time with my cousin Will, who took me out to see a few bands and then off to a bar with a Depeche Mode cover band. Some people may call that heresy, but it was a lot of fun.
The next weekend I got to hang out with a bunch of college friends, and got to see such wonders like an Absinthe bar, complete with lit ice cubes and pixies fluttering about. I also got to reconnect with a bunch of other alums that I hadn’t met before, but were second-degree friends.
Either way, it’s a really rough decision on whether to stay in Chicago, or go out to the Bay area. We’ll see what happens in the next few weeks.
Depending on how well you know me, you may or may not know that I love music. Anything from trouncing about in goth clubs to mulling about indie concerts, I’m all over the place and enjoying myself.
I just bought tickets to the two largest music festivals in Chicago, the Pitchfork Music Festival and Lollapalooza. Pitchfork, is by all respects, these days an incubator for the next big things things in music, and a restrospective look at what is awesome. I mean, where else are you going to hear Public Enemy and Mission of Burma on the same day?
In contrast, Lollapalooza, *are* the big things in music. I’m looking forward to seeing a lot of bands I made fun of or ignored completely, then discovered that they didn’t suck; such as Animal Collective, Battles, and Battles, and CSS. However, I will Be avoiding G Love & The Special Sauce like the goddamn plague. So who else has tickets to these events?