2012 — 16 September: Sunday
Though the faint possibility exists that I blew out both my eardrums yesterday evening, I think a likelier explanation1 for the lack of motorway noise this morning is that the entire country has gone into winter hibernation. Good idea.
I remain...
... amazed by my tiny new webserver. But this will be the last mention until something goes wrong, or I give in, get another one, and turn it into a ridiculously small media centre PC. I was also looking at the progress of the port to RISC OS...
I also remain...
... amazed by how quickly various religious groups seem able to take offence at portrayals of their various imaginary 'friends' at the top of their preferred belief systems. I wouldn't mind — in truth, I couldn't care less — but their all-too-human reaction seems to be to lash out and start killing people here on the surface of the planet. Perhaps the limited supply of sapiens available for homo use has finally run out?2
Breakfast beckons. [Pause] And freshly-stewed damsons certainly wake the taste buds up.
As time for lunch...
... approaches, my Internet connection seems to have returned. I wonder if its loss for 20 minutes or so was anything to do with the fact that I signed up with BT's Unlimited3 Anytime plan about 90 minutes ago? Stranger things happen at sea.
Having spent half an hour or so attacking the brambles and other evidence of Mother Nature's fecundity out in my back jungle, I've spent nearly the same time again pulling all the attempts at planty reproduction off my trousers and jacket. It would be more efficient to garden in the nude, though I doubt the neighbours would approve. I shall have a quick shower and then do something about the now (13:24) overdue lunch.
Brrr! Feel that...
... ghostly shiver down your spine? I've just added "Ghostery" to my web browsing defences. It warns me that 'molehole' is using precisely one piece of tracking software (namely Google analytics). I sort of knew that already, and simply hope that my reader isn't too offended by it.
Browsing the Grauniad's "Technology" section, however, I can now immediately see that Ghostery picks up 12 trackers. A bit ironic, given the top story:
Not that I would suggest that there's anything too "iffy" about any of these 12 doubtless fine pieces of the programmer's craft.
I was idly browsing...
... my venerable copy of Weirdo #3 (from the 'Fall' of 1981) when it struck me that it had been quite a while since I last offered a side-by-side comparison between those two demi-gods, Robert Crumb and Ron Cobb. So how's this for an illustration of the way great minds think alike?
Young Mr Cobb got there first — his powerful drawing appeared in the Los Angeles Free Press on 17 June 1966. What was I up to then, I wonder?
Upcoming downtime
The chaps who host 'molehole' for me over in Texas have some work to do tomorrow morning that will potentially make it look as if I've been knocked off the air for up to 48 hours (flushing your DNS caches may resurrect me, as it were).
ipconfig /flushdns
In case you were wondering.