It just occurred to me that “don,” as a verb, is the opposite of “doff.”
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Basically, DRM is bad
Aagh! DRM for Linux!
This was the shortest and most cryptic entry I’ve ever posted, until I wrote this sentence.
This is pretty gross
Before I was born, my father had surgery for periodontic disease. They gave him a local anaesthetic, cut his gums open, pulled the flaps up above his teeth, and used metal tools to scrape away the dead tissue underneath before sewing them up again.
I’m a six-year veteran of badly administered braces, and I’ve had five regular teeth pulled plus four badly impacted wisdom molars. I am no stranger to dental horror, but I really want to avoid the above experience. Thus it was that yesterday, I began flossing.
It makes me feel old and boring, and when I swish water around in my mouth, it feels like my teeth have shrunk.
This would qualify for one of them except it’s not a story
There exists Constrained.org, which, I am convinced, was created as a specific favor to me. I’m obsessed with gimmick-based stories, especially limited word counts or writing times, and this (surprisingly small) site has some interesting challenges. I’ll try to meet some soon.
Jon and Amanda are married!
Last night I went to my first-ever rehearsal dinner–pancakes at Cracker Barrel, followed by a leisurely visit and then a hesitant drive to the chapel out in the middle of Shelby County. It was hard to find, but deservedly so: it’s a gorgeous spot, and somehow entirely cicada-free.
I got to host Jon’s bachelor party, which consisted of coming back here with Ken, Chris and me and watching A Mighty Wind and laughing a lot. We throw some pretty wild parties.
This morning Ken kindly picked up Maria and me and drove us back to the aforementioned chapel, where we took pictures (one of Jon’s WWE-style entrance, one of Amanda’s, and then some less important ones) and waited.
Eventually there was a wedding. The bride wore flip-flops, and the reverend’s microphone kept fuzzing out. It was sunny, and outside, and butterflies kept zooming through the service. Amanda and Jon were very beautiful, and I’m so proud and happy that for this little while, I don’t even miss them.
Adkins’s First Law
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from art.
Generalization: Technology is art.
Sigurdur Petursson’s progeny continue to reveal themseles.
People make me sad
Yeah, if I were Andy Kaufman back from the dead, the first thing I’d do is get a Blogspot and a Hotmail address. Sure. Okay.