Starting today, I use OpenOffice Writer’s word counter for Anacrusis instead of MS Word’s.
Tah dah!
Month: May 2005
I have to run this query that returns a ridiculous result, at least two million rows, and output it to a file with Oracle’s little command-line client, SQLPLUS. I can’t get it to stop printing the results on the screen as it writes to that file, though, which means that there’s this endless speed-scrolling text in a big window behind my little browser here.
I feel like I should be telling my fellow superspies that “I’m almost done hacking the 256-bit upload! Activate the crypto-matrix cybertrap on my mark!“
This is why you have to have a separate language to talk about language
Things That Don’t Meta-Exist. Or do they?
Update 1220 hrs: No, they don’t.
BUT AT LEAST I WENT
I now know empirically what I’ve long suspected: the Infield is a vast and sickening waste of flesh, all of which would serve the world better as low-grade taco meat. I hate Derby.
Bee and Graham are here! We ate some tremendous meals and toured our favorite parts of Bardstown, which entailed me buying a lot of crap. One of those meals was my second time eating the Tierra y Mar, now called the Beef and Shrimp Diablo; I also talked Michael, Lisa and Graham into trying it. We unanimously agreed that it did not put the lie to my earlier ravings. If you are in Louisville and looking to find maybe the best single meal in the city, you need to go to the Mayan Gypsy and order the Beef and Shrimp Diablo with corn cakes and fried plantains. Get the goat cheese and black bean empanadas, too, and try the exceptionally rich chocolate mousselike cake.
I felt expanded in more ways than one after that meal: as if my consciousness were enriched, my senses stretched out and switched on. I felt taller. I felt really, really full.
Humanity is worthless
“‘It’s hard to put a price on Britney Spears’ urine,’ Golden Palace spokesman Drew Black told The Associated Press Wednesday.”
As opposed to tragically
How hip are you? How hip do you want to be?
I’m comfortably hip.
Obligatory reflection
Thanks for everybody who called, wrote or commented to send me birthday wishes, and to all the people who showed up at my partylike entity. You’re all great! And I am made happy by material possessions: DC gave me more of the awesome restricted-access Actors Theatre notebooks, and Maria gave me about a jillion books and DVDs and an ice cream cake and apparently something else that hasn’t arrived yet, and Lisa gave me–exclamation marks!–my first-ever illustrated story! (Of Fortado.)
Despite my inexplicable knee-jerk belief of the past several months that I’ve been 26, I’m 24. Tonight I sent off the third-to-last thing I have to do to graduate. Almost done.
It doesn’t honestly feel like I’ve lived in Louisville that long. I feel so much more competent now, in so many areas, than I did two years ago: working with humans, writing code, writing, traveling, using public transportation, applying the principles of aikido to solve nonphysical conflicts–all the things I want to spend my whole life doing.
Also, I think this is the year my brain starts dying!
Brendan Pretends to be Pat from Achewood
Okay, double-clicking is a terrible interface, all right? It’s TERRIBLE and STUPID. It’s wildly unintuitive and it distributes a conceptually atomic operation across two distinct actions!
This is, for all of you who come over to my place and try to use Firefox and get a surprise, why my mouse’s wheel button doesn’t open a new tab. It’s set to act like a double-click, as have been all my mice since 1998. I could tell when I was seventeen that double-clicking is bad usability, and all Jakob Nielsen cares about is whether my links are blue! I HATE EVERYTHING FUN!
This has been “Brendan Pretends to be Pat from Achewood.” Except I’m serious about double-clicking, dammit.