Something I noticed before I reported them was that at least 10 of my LI connections had fallen for it.
a rare example of a New Yorker cartoon where the caption should not be replaced with "Christ, what an asshole!"? If not,
...should be said by
Update Flash. Again.
Yes, any random web site can completely take over your computer, steal your lunch and piss on your rug unless you update.
Yes, even if you have a Mac.
Yes, even if you have Linux.
Yes, even your phone. Yes your tablet. Yes your smart watch. Yes your goddamn car, your insulin pump, or whatever other thing some idiot decided needs to work with the post-Mosaic pre-HTML5 Web.
No, this is not the same security hole from last month or whatever: this is another one.
Yes, there will be another one after that, and another one, and another one, because Adobe is circling the drain [it's a veeeeeeeeeeeeery slow drain].
Yes, you should just uninstall Flash, even if it breaks YouTube and shit. But you're not going to, are you? So go update that shit again and set it to auto-update.
There remains about a 10% chance I will see it before it leaves theaters, because it is the only movie I have heard is playing but I don't actually think completely passive characters are fun to watch.
2. I had, until today, heard
Dear Hollywood marketing machine: the whole damn point of marketing is that that you identify the kind of people who will buy your shit and make them aware that your shit is there and stinks so good. When you have shit I want and, instead of telling me about it, you push some completely different shit as hard as you can in the hopes of making me want it, you have completely failed at your job. I hate you.
For the record, the reason I know about tCitW is that digitalsidhe mentioned DNA Pizza, and I realized I hadn't checked DNA Lounge's schedule in a while (in case there was a show this weekend that would motivate me to finally go there after all these years of reading the proprietor's web site/LJ on and off), so I went to check it out, and I took a look at the proprietor's blog in case there was anything interesting that BoingBoing hadn't reblogged, and lo! he said that movie was good. And also he thinks hipsters are better than regular people.
And now I know that. This is what social networking is for.
Yet Enki risked the anger of Enlil and the other gods in order to save humanity from the Deluge designed by the gods to kill them. In the Legend of Atrahasis—later adapted into a section of the Epic of Gilgamesh—Enlil sets out to eliminate humanity, whose overpopulation and resultant mating noise is offensive to his ears. He successively sends drought, famine, and plague to do away with humankind. However, Enki thwarts his half-brother's plans by teaching Atrahasis the secrets of irrigation, granaries, and medicine. The enraged Enlil convenes a council of the gods and convinces them to promise not to tell humankind that he plans their total annihilation. Enki does not tell Atrahasis directly, but speaks of Enlil's plan to the walls of Atrahasis' reed hut, which, of course, the man overhears. He thus covertly rescues Atrahasis (Utnapishtim in the Epic of Gilgamesh) by either instructing him to build a boat for his family and animals, or by bringing him into the heavens in a magic ship.
Enlil is angry that his will has been thwarted yet again, and Enki is named as the culprit. Enki argues that Enlil is unfair to punish the guiltless Atrahasis for the sins of his fellows and secures a promise that the gods will not eliminate humankind if they practice birth control and live in harmony with the natural world.
—New World Encyclopedia > Enki > Savior of humankind
I now have this problem solved to my complete satisfaction with Chrome sync + multiple users.
On both my work and personal computers, I have two users in Chrome: Work (synced with my work account) and Personal (synced with my personal account), with a different icon in the upper right so I can tell which one I'm in. If I encounter something in one browser that I'd prefer to access in the other, I dump it into the bookmark bar---usually actually a specific queue folder.
Caveats: this is for people whose employers are more or less reasonable. Only sync your personal Chrome data to your work computer if you trust your boss (because if someone else can snoop in your computer account, they can snoop through your synced Chrome data), and only sync your work Chrome data to your personal computer if your employer is cool with it.
"You'd never tolerate somebody talking about me--or any of your friends--the way you talk about yourself."
It also helped to realize that it wasn't reasonable for the cat to get "Oh, what a great cat! Look at those ears and whiskers! And you haven't caused an international monetary crisis! What a great cat!" while I'm getting "You stupid piece of shit!"
No historical subplot. Still somewhat military-fetish: lots of guns, and we damn well better know their model numbers. Guns are, however, not magic wands: several times it's a plot point that guns need to be handled correctly, and characters who practice a lot and know their limitations do better than characters who don't. I was reminded specifically of Clarice Starling in Silence of The Lambs (the book; I don't recall the movie emphasizing as strongly that she had her shit together gun-wise).
Neal tried hard not to come off as writing a
* passes Bechdel Test a bunch of times
* female heroines: three viewpoint characters, one principal
* no punishment for sex
* depiction of complex emotions: viewpoint characters have different personalities and histories and behave differently in difficult situations, though they all Man Up/Woman Up promptly as required
though he still pairs characters off heterosexually, and it still rather works as a Guy Book.
If you're never heard of Neal Stephenson: characters are exaggerated to a somewhat comic-booky degree; heroes Mary Sue-y; Chekov keeps leaving his guns all over the place; the occasional absurd coincidence is supplied where needed to advance the plot. Fun nevertheless if you like thrillers, are reasonably in touch with modern society, and laugh at many of the same sort of jokes I do.
Why can't anything stop you now?
Step 1. Weigh it. Kitchen scale says: .15 oz! No wait! .20 oz! No wait! .15oz ... So we record .175 oz. (Kitchen scale's "units" button is broken, so it gives oz and 20ths of an oz instead of grams.)
Step 2. Sink it. How can you measure volume precisely for a small object using only kitchen stuff? Measuring cup? Pah! Big wide surface, huge gradations. Is useless! Measuring spoon? Even worse! Wine bottle. Fill until there's water in the neck, Sharpie the meniscus, sink the thing, Sharpie the meniscus again.
Step 3. Measure. Tailor's tape, millimeters, 2.5mm between the tops of the Sharpie marks. Bottle inner diameter is maybe almost 19mm but it's hard to align both edges while maximizing... hm, what's the standard ID of a wine bottle? 18.5mm. OK, we'll go with that.
Step 4. Calculate. Google says: .175 oz / (2.5mm * pi * (18.5mm/2)^2) in g/cm^3 (typical units for specific gravity) ~= 7.4. Just right for bronze, a little light for brass or copper.
Step 5. Speculate. I'd say we have two significant figures, so we can consider heavy things like silver, lead, and gold ruled out, and light things like aluminium; but it's only a little bit high for tin or zinc, and very plausible for adding a bit of copper to those. Since there's a distinct coppery red where the surface is damaged, I'd lean toward calling it brass.
Further tests: stick it in lemon juice and see what it oxidizes and what it reduces?
countrycousin and scirocco take the trifecta with "[not the] sharpest brick [in the] teapot" with 28 points in total; their prize is an all-expenses paid trip to wherever they currently are.
At the level of phrases, we had a tie for three points between "not the sanest brick in the teapot" (en_ki, merle_, nightspore) and "not the sharpest tool in the shed" (idonotlikepeas, mrw42, wolfy). Consequently, there will be a runoff:
Pick a number. The winner is the person who guesses the closest to 2/3 of the average of the other guesses.
(The poll is private to prevent cheating, but results will be revealed after the poll is closed.)
Apparently Larsson noticed that it seemed a little affected, so in The Girl Who Played With Fire (which I'm borrowing from the bigger little sister-in-law), coffee is never mentioned: instead, it's always a caffé latte.
I'm looking forward to discovering the beverage theme in ...Hornet's Nest. Turkish? Turkish is nice.
It drives me a little mad. They don't have to be like UPS or FedEx and tell me where it is at any given time, but I'd like there to be at least one intermediate stage, like maybe "yes, we have it, you'll probably get it eventually".
It is possible I have had too much caffeine tonight.
There is waiting time involved, so start this before the rest of your morning routine.
- roast garlic
- start the oven preheating at 375
- take a whole head of garlic (or a few) and chop the tip(s) off; you should be able to see inside every clove
- stick it in an oven-safe dish or bowl (smaller is better)
- cover the exposed top with olive oil
- let the oil soak in and put some more on
- cover the dish (I used foil) and stick it in the oven
- go shower, dress, do the dishes, whatever
- 45 minutes or so later, your house smells like garlic and you're maybe feeling the hunger a little; take the dish out and uncover it so it can cool off while you do the rest
- cut up an onion and fry that shit up
- when the onion is about done (translucent to brown, depending on taste),
- put some cheddar on and don't be stingy
- squeeze all the squishy garlic innards out into the pan. All of them. .
- apply 3 or 4 eggs or equivalent and do the omelet thing
I cannot overemphasize the importance of there being a fuckton of garlic. If you feel a little hazy afterward, like maybe you're not sure if you accidentally used whiskey instead of garlic, and you want to lie down for a while and try to remember if that's what you did, that is about where you want to be.
I'm doing it again for dinner, but with kale.
I would like to hear that we are a strong, free country again; that the nation of cowards who, in the face of this man and a tiny gang of thugs like him, threw out the rule of law and begged our secret police to save us, to snoop and grope and torture and murder with impunity, was some other people in some other time.
For example, let's say you go by a restaurant at lunchtime, because you're hungry, but they're not open for lunch. What would Jesus do?
Jesus would torch the fucking place.
As you've surely heard, LiveJournal has been suffering from a DDoS attack, generally believed to be an attempt by the Russian government to silence its critics.
Some people are switching to other services. Those other services may be lovely places to go or they may be stinking hellholes that exist to serve the enemies of mankind; but either way, fuck that. LJ deserves our support.
I was among those who was unhappy when LJ was sold (and, as a permanent member, unhappy that I didn't have a good way to speak up about that), and I hate the attempts to facebookize this thing, but this is a good and valuable service, and if the forces of evil are spending resources to attack it, it must be making a difference over there. If it were a nonprofit, I'd be donating, but it's not, so:
4 years of paid account time are up for bid, to be distributed midnight Sunday night. In the comments, link to stuff that you or someone else has posted on LJ that serves one of the following purposes:
- translating a significant volume of the Russian political traffic on LJ into English
- explaining (with sources) the Russian political situation for American readers: who wants to silence critics, what the critics are saying, and where the truth of the situation lies
- documenting work with actual effect in the real world to defend LJ from attack
- documenting work with actual effect in the real world to defend Russian political freedom in general and/or the current set of dissidents in particular
or just recommend to me the best Russian-language bloggers or communities who don't already have paid accounts.
Though apparently giraffes are all good, which is nice in case I convert and need to live on the...
Hey, South Africans! fix it!
"I have two grandchildren... . I am convinced that if we do not decisively win the struggle over the nature of America, by the time they're my age they will be in a secular atheist country, potentially one dominated by radical Islamists and with no understanding of what it once meant to be an American."
—Newt Gingrich, March 28th
Currently I am avoiding bread, and have discovered something I like better than pizza but in the same way:
1. make eggs over medium
- preferably all together as one big egg-sheet
- alternately, egg white omelet
2. sprinkle sharp cheddar over the whole egg surface
3. broil for 1-3 minutes (until melted or brown)
4. apply El Pato
( In which veggie burgers are found that are worse, nutritionally, than white flour.Collapse ) Trader Joe's, seriously: veggie burgers that are worse than white flour? (Fox Broadcasting Company hates it when people show other people clips of the Simpsons, so I can't link to a Youtube video of Homer eating flour out of a bag in despair at the worthlessness of his life; you'll have to imagine it.)
3. Last week, for the first time, I watched a video of myself giving a talk. It was extremely valuable in that I learned:
- My delivery is basically pretty good: I stand up straight, look at people, and speak more or less intelligibly.
- Slow down a bit.
- Oh god, I am, like, the worst um-er in the world. Um, why did nobody ever, ah, tell me this? Uh, what the, uh, fuck?
so that's something to work on. We have a videographer at work who always gives indications that he would rather be busier, so I'm going to ask him to keep recording my talks so I can monitor progress. Eventually, with luck, I will overcome my shame and post the videos on our internal web site so they're actually, ah, useful to somebody.
44 years ago today, the Apollo 1 capsule caught fire during a test on the ground and killed Gus Grissom, Edward White, Roger Chaffee.
On Grissom's first spaceflight, the escape hatch blew unexpectedly and caused trouble with his rescue; on his second, similar worries kept the astronauts in their capsule for quite a while waiting for pickup. The redesigned hatch in the Apollo capsule avoided this problem, but took 5 minutes to open while the fire seems to have disabled the astronauts within 17 seconds. That wasn't the only problem, but the history of it struck me.
25 years ago tomorrow, Challenger disintegrated on takeoff, killing Ellison Onizuka, Christa McAuliffe, Gregory Jarvis, Judith Resnik, Michael J. Smith, Francis Scobee, and Ronald McNair, after an O-ring failure allowed gases to escape from the booster rocket. Engineers were all over the problem; NASA management didn't listen. There was great wrath in the media and promises from NASA to do better.
8 years ago Tuesday, Columbia disintegrated on reentry, killing David Brown, Laurel Clark, Michael Anderson, Ilan Ramon, Rick Husband, Kalpana Chawla, and William McCool, after a chunk of foam knocked loose on takeoff broke off some of the insulating tiles used to keep heat out on reentry. Engineers were all over the problem; NASA management didn't listen. There was great wrath in the media and promises from NASA to do better.
Three days ago, I lost my house keys.
Guess which side of the bucket I found them in tonight.
(Hint: they are now soaking in the remains of my solvent-grade vodka so that whatever got on them will die and the light on my bike lock key stands a chance of recovering.)
If you liked "how is babby formed" and you think it's about time for another thing just like that, this thing 42itous found will satisfy:
Meanwhile, the country that used to look like it could make this happen:
(via elfs), descending into third-world poverty, is the recipient of other nations' charity.
A normal Denny's, Spires-like coffee shop in Los Angeles. It's about 9:00 in the morning. While the place isn't jammed, there's a healthy number of people drinking coffee, munching on bacon and eating eggs. A WAITRESS comes by with a pot of coffee. WAITRESS Can I get anybody anymore coffee? The Waitress pours the Young Woman's coffee. The Young Man lights up another cigarette. The Waitress leaves. The Young Man takes a drag off of his smoke. The Young Woman pours a ton of cream and sugar into her coffee. English Dave puts Vince's coffee in front of him. While Butch waits for his smokes, Vincent just sips his coffee, staring at him. Butch looks over at him. Inside the taxi, behind the wheel, is a female cabbie named ESMARELDA VILLALOBOS. A young woman, with Spanish looks, sits parked, drinking a steaming hot cup of coffee out of a white styrofoam cup. She takes a sip of coffee, then hears a NOISE behind her in the alley. She sticks her head out of the car door to see: FABIAN (referring to his clothes) Oh yes, that looks nice. To drink, a tall glass or orange juice and a black cup of coffee. After that, I'm going to have a slice of pie. THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD the big man himself, Marsellus Wallace, exit Teriyaki Donut, carrying a box of a dozen donuts and two large styrofoam cups of coffee. He steps off the curb, crossing the street in front of Butch's car. This is the first time we see Marsellus clearly. The little Honda SLAMS into Marsellus, sending him, the donuts and the coffee HITTING the pavement at thirty miles an hour. Three men are standing in Jimmie's kitchen, each with a mug of coffee. Jules, Vincent and JIMMIE DIMMICK, a young man in his late-20s dressed in a bathrobe. JIMMIE I'm not a cobb or corn, so you can stop butterin' me up. I don't need you to tell me how good my coffee is. I'm the one who buys it, I know how fuckin' good it is. When Bonnie goes shoppin;, she buys shit. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff 'cause when I drink it, I wanna taste it. But what's on my mind at this moment isn't the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage. THE WOLF Do me a favor, will ya? Thought I smelled some coffee in there. Would you make me a cup? Jimmie hands The Wolf a cup of coffee. Jules and Vincent sit at a booth. In front of Vincent is a big stack of pancakes and sausages, which he eats with gusto. Jules, on the other hand, just has a cup of coffee and a muffin. He seems far away in thought. The Waitress pours a refill for both men, VINCENT Thanks a bunch. (to Jules, who's nursing his coffee) Want a sausage? Vincent takes a bite of food. Jules takes a sip of coffee In the b.g., we see a PATRON call the Waitress. JULES Yeah. I was just sitting here drinking my coffee, eating my muffin, playin' the incident in my head, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a "moment of clarity." Jules, who was never risen from his seat the whole time, takes a sip of coffee.
The Pulp Fiction script reduced to paragraphs that mention coffee. I blame nightspore and the sensual delight which is finely-ground Dunkin' Donuts coffee run through an Aeropress. Trimmed to include only coffee per se, not "coffee table", "coffee shop", and "coffee can", with which it would be much longer. Can be reproduced with
s/pulp.shtml | sed -e '1,/^<PRE>/d;/^<\/PRE>/,$d' | perl -00ne 'print if /coffee(?!\s*(shop|table|can))/'
except for one paragraph mistakenly included due to stray whitespace.
The Republican Party is shocked, shocked. Who could have imagined that accusing Democrats of "socialism" and betraying the country, declaring that the Democrats were out to take everyone's guns and civil liberties away, holding rallies to which people march armed, putting crosshairs on their districts while listing them by name:
...and having shooting parties in support of their opponents could in any way be construed as an incitement to murder?
Our fine friends in the liberal media, of course, were concerned:
...concerned, of course, that Democrats might try to make political hay from this, falsely claiming that Republicans are a party of violence. (Skip to 3:28 for the money quote.)
(Credit to one Tamerlane for the image and video and to nightspore for pointing me to the story.)
Ms. Giffords, a Blue Dog Democrat of strong enough anti-immigration feelings to be elected in southern Arizona, is extremely civil and conciliatory toward the opposition throughout the video. She exemplified the sort of political moderation and civility that the Stewart/Colbert rally called for.
Now more than ever, I find that notion of moderation difficult to swallow.
you need me
like the wind needs the trees
to blow in
like the moon needs poetry
Thou great star! What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those for whom thou shinest!
Note: this is a link to IMDB. IMDB doesn't like it when you link to their site for some reason; they replace the page with an image that has instructions for reloading so that your visit is untainted by my filthy Referer (HTTP term of art: means "referrer") header. Follow the instructions and observe:
1. Asterix movie
2. scheduled for 2012
3. Gérard Depardieu as Obélix
[I shouldn't have Googled Stieg Larsson before posting this, because I now know that (1) he's dead and (2) he was a good guy who put a lot on the line for what's important, so I'm reluctant to speak ill of his prose, which is what I came here to do. Nevertheless:]
I would rate his prose-shittiness at about 5 milliBrowns, just short of my "toss aside lightly" threshold—Brown himself, of course, being hurled with great force within a page or two, lest his prose lead to projectile vomiting and severe dehydration. At least in these first 50 pages, the characters spend most of their time speaking in the narrator's voice, either as-you-know-Bobbing or as-you-don't-know-Bobbing, and when the characters aren't talking, there's regular exposition. By 50 pages into a book, if I'm not so in love with your prose that I'm reading just to hear the sound of your voice, there really needs to be something I care about actually actively happening in front of me.
1. Is this just what normal novels are like these days? Have I spoiled myself with Banksian SF and
2. Can someone who likes good books and dislikes bad books reassure me that this is just setup, and the other 400 pages will be bitchin'? Because if not, I've got some Garcia Marquez to get into.
First, a post in a local LJ metacommunity draws my attention to Somerville's local right-wing paper doing the usual "call it Christmas, not the holidays!" thing.
The way they explained this to us in the '80s in school and elsewhere was something like this: "It's polite to refer to the holidays, because not everyone is a Christian. For example, some people are Jewish, and they celebrate Hanukkah instead."
They kept it simple back then and didn't usually discuss the other religions, or the possibility of being nonreligious, or go into the fact that it wasn't really an important holiday for Jews per se; but making this specific point, that the holiday season was meant to include Jews as well as Christians, was clearly important and part of the mainstream culture, not some liberal quirk1. Looking back, it's entirely clear that this was a conscious measure against antisemitism, one that nobody would have spent energy on if antisemitism weren't a serious problem in recent memory or current experience.
The current generation of the American right is so thoroughly blind to this I can't take it as anything but willful. The sheer anger at not having absolute dominance of the holiday, despite having (as cos mentions in a comment on the article) the special privilege of a national holiday dedicated to their religious observance, can't come from anywhere other than a bigoted sense of entitlement. The degree to which the mainstream Republican party welcomes this behavior is one of perhaps three factors, each of which in itself would make me doubt the honor of any person who could support that party. But I digress; this is about things connecting, so:
Seeing antisemitism in public always reminds me of Greenspun's essay. I haven't read it in a few years and don't currently state any positions on anything mentioned therein, but that's where I was introduced to the term "Judenhass", or Jew-hatred, as the historical and less mealy-mouthed ancestor of the term "antisemitism". The Somerville News article prompted me to Google for it again, and it turns out that the first hit is what Dave Sim has been doing post-Cerebus, which I hadn't heard of. So now that's in my queue, and maybe in yours too.
Anyway, if you know someone who goes off about "the reason for the season", not in a Charlie-Brownish sort of way but in a Bill-O'Reillyish one, I'm a little curious what they have to say for themselves if they're questioned gently along these lines.
1The liberal quirk, of course, was and still is the open and welcoming acknowledgement of other religions, including those that don't celebrate at all; nonreligious people, and their right to share in our common secular cultural celebration of the season; and the pagan history of the holiday.