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Hat News

October 27, 2003 /

This should have been posted last Friday, but I didn’t get the chance. From the pokéblog.

  1. I get on the elevator to head home, at the same time as a vaguely nice woman I recognize but don’t know. After a second, she looks up at my hat and says “Goin’ fishing?”

    “Heh. No,” I say.

    She then bursts into peals of laughter, repeating her joke and bursting afresh every time someone new gets onto the elevator. She laughs for twelve floors.

  2. We stop at Atherton High and a buch of kids get on, and one of them is wearing a red bucket hat! Like mine! The only one I’ve seen in real life! I prepare to return his casual “I acknowledge you” nod, but he never glances my way. He’s way too cool for me.

October 27, 2003 /

Okay! Finally after like THREE WEEKS of having to keep it under my hat, It Can Be Said:

MY MOM AND JOE ARE GETTING MARRIED! YAAAY!

In like a month, too. I gotta get a new shirt.

October 25, 2003 /

I found this thread about messing up your child’s vocabulary a while ago, but I guess I never posted it. I think it’s great, because a) it uses the word “xorph” and b) I plan to do that stuff to my kids all the time.

Well, actually I plan to do that stuff to Jon and Amanda’s kids first. If necessary, I will create props.

Small Brasfield: Mommy, can we go to the store and get some more Super Snot? We used it all.
Amanda: Get some more what?
Small Brasfield: Super Snot! The stuff you use to stick things together.
Jon: You mean glue?
Small Brasfield: Uncle Brendan told me it’s really called Super Snot! He showed me in a book.
Amanda: Okay, listen carefully. From now on you can’t trust books Uncle Brendan gives you. Okay?
Small Brasfield: I can’t trust the Bible?
Amanda: (begins smoking from her ears)
Jon: Wait. How did you use up all your Sup–your glue?
Small Brasfield: Uncle Brendan showed me how to make Smaller Brasfield’s hair look really cool!

After that, Jon and Amanda should have the messing-up-my-kids part well in hand.

October 24, 2003 /

Found while trying to get to the Pants Press forums:

     SQL Error : 2006 MySQL server has gone away

Man, that’s really kind of lonely.

     SQL Error : 2007 I miss MySQL server

     Apache    : 405 DO NOT WORRY SQL ERROR SHE WILL COME BACK TO YOU SOMEDAY

     SQL Error : 9992A# I hope you are right Apache

     SQL Error : 2892 It has been so long

     Apache    : 590 HOW LONG

     SQL Error : 23%44% Approximately 20,398 microseconds

October 24, 2003 /

And speaking of Amazon, why is my Gold Box almost entirely kitchenware? It can’t be a random survey of inventory–I know they have more books and music than, say, S’More Makers. They must be pretty desperate to ship that stuff.

October 24, 2003 /

The funny thing is that The Matrix Reloaded was not called Matrix2, because that would actually make sense–matrix multiplication is a perfectly normal algebraic operation. Yet Alien³ and the Hackers² (and ³!) quasi-soundtracks were exponentially notified, which makes no sense at all!

While I’m grouching, I’m fine with IMDB, but I really need to find a better book / music linkdump than Amazon. I have nothing against them personally, I’d just like having a database that’s less explicitly commercial, and I’d like to avoid contributing to Google’s shopping bias. I tried the Library of Congress, but they’re really useless in terms of context. Anybody else have a better idea?

Oh, and yeah, I own Hackers². I’m weak.

October 23, 2003 /

It’s kind of sad how excited I am that NFD just hit a PageRank of 5. It’s been struggling along at a 4 ever since I got the Googlebar and started obsessing over everybody’s PageRank, because you can see it right there whenever you hit a page. But now I’m at the same rank as Mr. Weing and Mlle. Harihareswara and Msgr. Straub and you know what? At this point probably even my mom is laughing. I’m just gonna stop.

How long do you think until Google gets regulated, seriously? Eight years. I got five on it.

October 22, 2003 /

Went out to deliberately bond over Ultimate Frisbee with the Project Improv Apprentices tonight, and after a few practice rounds, ended up on a team of two (there were only five of us there) with the other Old Guy, Greg. I’m twenty-two, Greg is twenty-seven, Nicole and Evan are eighteen, and Richard is nineteen.

And we beat them, ten points to one, despite the fact that they always knew exactly where the frisbee was going. Old Guys ROCK.

Also, as of tonight PIA (which was temporarily, and horribly, called Red Peanut) is officially named Street Legal. This is pretentious, but it’s like choosing a band name: when it fits, pretentiousness is no object.