It’s time to start poking around in here.
UPDATE: Ooohh, PHP!
Tiny minds circle back
As winter darks arrive at 4pm hereabouts, either timed lights or lights simply left burning all day are a necessity. Having found an old-style light timer at a nearby estate sale this summer, I have begun to wonder about what else might be timed. Ideally, I’d like to open the door to the 4:25pm bumper theme leading into the half-hour-end segment on All Things Considered.
On realizing that I have a disused old-style iBook acting primarily as streaming input to my living room stereo and recalling that the dim mists of history inform me that iTunes us schedulable, I googled this script-board exchange from August, 2003 – five years ago.
I have no recollection of it. I still refuse to employ spellckekc. I’ll circle back, it seems.
Pigeons
As I pulled in, relieved to be free of the terrible rain-bound traffic on I-5 tonight, I noticed a flock of forty pigeons wheeling in the gathering dusk over the arc-lit asphalt of the filling station.
Thinking nothing of them, I proceeded about the business of filling my tank. I fiddled with my wallet and selected a credit card, and fumbled with the pump’s keypad, and dropped my gas cap, and so on.
Once a firm connection had been made between my car and the Earth’s carbonaceous past, the rattle and whoosh of wings drew my gaze up. The same flock wheeled over the lot, now over the intersection, now circling a skeletal tree. The birds’ orbit was compelling and curious.
After a few laps, some settled on the roof of the station’s car wash, only to excitedly leap skyward, clapping and rattling as they launched. I stepped out from the covered pumping area to get a better look as they considered and then fled another bare tree.
As I watched them bank off in another direction, a larger bird, all alone, settled into the tree through the drizzle. He plumped his feathers irritably and shook off the water as he turned his head, eye on the flock. The redtail hawk had squab in mind this evening, and they knew it.
Presentation layer
Danelope points me at a big ol’ pile of Flash-based image presentation doohickeys.
Sims
Anybody know if it’s possible to obtain multiple cellphone SIM cards that are all activated as the same number?
I noticed when I upgraded viv’s phone a ways back that it came with a new SIM, which I did not use. If I had, would the old SIM remain usable? If not, is the deactivation automatic?
There are two parts to this question, then. Is it technically possible to have a dual SIM number, and if so, how does one go about obtaining a second, duplicate SIM without alerting the cell phone police that you are threatening their holy monopolistic bizmodel?
well it pays to get up early
Due to an odd confluence of events, the past week has been all about the Vulgar Boatmen. This reminds me that if a certain bus driver wants some Boatmen miscellany, such as live recording or obscurities from the deep past, he has but to ask.
Also I note that the archives are having problems with ‘proper’ quotes and the like. i don’t know why this is but will be looking into it.
trapped!
Honey grub
I dreamt that three fat honey grubs pupated into thrre brilliantly plumed baby birds, one a toucan. Another appeared to be an African Green but was afflicted with some sort of worm.
The grubs were deam-grubs, about an inch long by a half-inch and translucently filled with honey, like insect sushi candy.
I wonder if the grubs were inspired by miniature halloween candy bars.
No, I mean yes
When a near-twenty year resident of Seattle finds out about a freakin’ Sonics reunion the night before the NYC show from the New Yorker, I think one can safely say that there is something wrong with the world. Or at least my media ecology. No Google trail of any local appearance, but if so: I will.