So as you know I am the sort of person who, left to their own devices, will take about 3 showers per day during the summer. Lest you think that this is the sort of indolent shit a fellow gets up to when he works from home, I’ll have you know that when I was in the business my summer shower regimen ran to three instances before heading in to work. The point is, however, than today I 1) had neglected to shower immediately before bed and 2) had laundry to do, so I waited until I had clean clothes. When I finally managed to ablute myself it was seriously the most remarkable experience I’ve had in recent memory. The message here is that I’m totally right about everything.
So I watched The China Syndrome last night. It was. . . not particularly good, but like every movie that I watch, it highlighted how lousy movies coming out these days tend to be. It was marvelous, for example, to not have every single dramatic line delivered in front of a screeching orchestral score. I mean, I like musical melodrama as much as the next guy, but if something important is happening, maybe the audience can pick it up from context.
A picture of my dream house:
I never write here any more. Here are some pictures.
So this is my first stab at using the included media uploads and not using Flickr, which despite my devotion that extended way past its sell-by date has become useless to me. Of course, the default WordPress mechanism for handling this stuff is pretty awful too. I guess it’s time to break out the tinfoil hat and figure out some kind of roll-your-own. Balls.
During my most recent excursion to Yachats, C and I had planned to do some tinkering on Futility Now. Unfortunately, I forgot my laptop’s power cable, which put us at something of a disadvantage. I did some hacking right on The Gibson (which is to say, the deeply unsanitary WordPress theme editing panes that live right in its control panel,) but the thrill didn’t last for as long as I might have hoped.
I went back to Cloud 9, which I had signed up for early in the year (in fact, I think I did it the last time I was at Ocean Haven), but hadn’t gotten much satisfaction from. In a lot of ways it seems much cooler, but it still doesn’t work in Safari or Chrome on the iPad. This is also true of Ace (the editor used by Cloud 9), so I guess the problem is deeply rooted. It seems like a shame, since Cloud 9 and the iPad seem like an obvious match. I was, however, able to make more complicated changes using C’s work computer which would have been very difficult to set up for useful work, as it’s a high school IT department-maintained Windows machine.
I poked around at some other online IDEs, but a lot of them use Ace. The only one that seems to accommodate the iPad is Eclipse’s Orion, but to really get it to do stuff it seems like they want you to host a copy. I guess in theory I could do something to that effect, but it wasn’t within the scope of my vacation.
This is what a guy who comes home from a beach vacation and talks about online IDEs looks like.
Here is the Cloud-to-Butt Chrome extension.
Here is the greatest commit in the history of version control.
After like fucking months of not doing anything about it for no apparent reason, I got a little kit and fixed my sunglasses.
I got a shirt from American Giant. It’s amazing.
I did not end up buying this hat. Perhaps this was a mistake.
So I got up really early (for me) this morning, and decided to head straight to the Albino Press. Here’s what I saw as I left the house.
And here’s the lovely reservoir.
Between these two sights, there was this which is pretty hilarious. I mean, I sort of sympathize with the tragedy of a lost pet, but maybe you shouldn’t have brought your fucking chicken to the park, genius.
I am not generally one to endorse collections and “greatest hits” record, but “Countdown” is really pretty wonderful. If you, like me, love the three albums of Pulp’s haute-pop phase the best, this stuff is great but you only very rarely want to do something like listening to one of those records in its entirety. My internal pedagogue says that’s lazy, but his taste in music isn’t as good as mine, so whatever.
Here is a picture about isolation and man’s inhumanity to man.
Here’s a picture about the ephemeral nature of progress and man’s inhumanity to man.