A better browser-based whois. I found this after noting that my commandline version of whois no longer gives me dummy prompts to specify which whois server I’m querying. Ridiculous.

The previews at the movie theater were missing any picture at all for well over ten minutes. As far as I can tell, not one person arose to register a complaint.

later, Viv and I are eating dinner at that Thai place in the big downtown mall, Pacific Place, waiting for the car to be ready, when the PA annoinces the indoor snowfall feature.

Apparently (and I can confirm this) the mall hosts these artificial snow displays during the holiday shopping season.

It’s like a scene from a 1980s dystopian comic book or from, specifically, Harlan Ellison’s A boy and his Dog. At the same time, I assure you, it’s pretty neat to look at. Unfortunately, it does not reproduce well on cell phone camera.

this morning as I topped Capitol Hill on my way to pick up Karel and Tod, my clutch finally gave up the ghost at the corner of Mercer and Federal.

After some cell phone scrambling, I brought the car to berth in a quick turnaround transmission shop downtown. The car should be ready tonight.

UPDATE: All toold, this will be something along the lines of an $800 commute. Yesterday I was joking with Viv about buying a 1980’s Volvo we saw on Aurora for $575. Maybe I’m not joking so much now.

Chez Siffblog,
ESF encackled me this evening. I found this piece hilarious and interesting.

BBC NEWS | Europe | Russian squirrel pack ‘kills dog’ due to pine cone shortage?

Jon Konrath appears to have apologetically assembled a thoroughly interesting holiday booklist. I shan’t be setting MasterCard to bookspine for quite a bit given the move (20 boxes of bound matter and counting), but Konrath’s unfazed by his, it seems.

As I impatiently waited for my Treo to complete an interminable media sync, I idly wondered where the pda’s usb datacable was. Perhaps it had wandered to the deepest inner reaches of my bedside table.

As I peered into the murk, what should I spy but the formerly lost D’image camera. I am a fool.

On our way to Scott and Jaye’s for Thanksgiving dinner, we dropped by the house to take a look at the floors. Petr had sanded them yesterday and we wanted to see the color.

(Last night I misplaced our camera, so no pix today, sorry.)

To our surprise, we found Petr hard at work, puttying the floors in preparation for final sanding. I told him three times that he should go home and be with his family, but he wouldn’t hear of it!

watching tonight’s PBS Katrina doublheader has me thinking about a miscellany of things I need to do to the outside of the house, such as assessing the soundness of some weathered boards up on the roof and replacing some wood that’s gotten turned to mud by poor gutter placement.