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Thursday the Fourteenth of June, Two Thousand and Seven
Sometimes I forget and I just leave it spinning for hours...
Wow. I just totally lost the Google Earth game. Which is the lamest game ever. See, you zoom to about 20 kilometers eye height, set the imaginary globe to spinning, and then you go off and do something else for a while. Then you come back, and if it's over land, you stop it and try to figure out where you are. (I swear I don't do this often or anything, but whenever I open Google Earth for something else—which isn't very often, since it, like Celestia, is far more sexy than useful for me—I end up playing a few rounds. I bet you do lamer stuff, you just don't blog about it.)
Anyway, I totally thought Kenitra, Morocco was in Southern California. I am duly embarassed. They do both have the same basic climate and all, and I saw several large dams which made me think "First World" (and specifically the American West), but that's no excuse. I knew full well California doesn't go right up into the mountains in quite that way. And the coastline was clearly way too straight. I suck. That's why I'm trying again... grr, stupid ocean, nobody needs you... oh, crap, boring plains. This might take a while.
For a real challenge, turn off the compass so you don't even know which way is north. Now that's entertainment.
gruffly posted by Martin Marks at 1:13 at night // six comments by:
Wednesday the Thirteenth of June, Two Thousand and Seven
Aieee! Tab!
Delicious Firefox extension of the week: IE Tab. Just... just so brilliant. Fortunately no longer as necessary as it once was, but if Netflix Instant Watching works with it, I'm going to take special joy in deleting the Internet Explorer shortcut from my desktop.
wantonly posted by Martin Marks at 9:38 in the evening // one comment by:
I swear this is what he said.
Me: Now, is it two blocks this way, or...
Guy whizzing past on bicycle: Don't talk to yourself.
congenially posted by Martin Marks at 8:41 in the evening // comment? by:
"Not just sex for me" would have been the better choice, dude.
Geek love is a perilous thing. Also, a book about carnies!
I have been known to worry about widows and orphans in my blog entries and comments, despite the fact that I know full well that they'll look completely different for people using different monitors, browsers, and fonts than me. Moreover, I have continued doing this even after realizing that my Live Entry Preview isn't exactly the same width as my actual blog entries, meaning that not even I see the same thing when I look at my blog page as when I write the entries. In fact, because the actual entries are slightly narrower than the LEP, all the work I put into creating perfect blocks of text causes more orphaned words than you'd expect if I didn't worry about it all. See, right now, I can't finish this paragraph because "all" was on its own line.
unwittingly posted by Martin Marks at 7:44 in the morning // five comments by:
Mundane dreams are disappointing in a special kind of way.
Wait—so I totally dreamed the new blog Moss added to BLT? But—his name was Jim! He was an old friend of Trixie's! He graduated from Fe! I remember his blog template! He asked me to email him links to the various BLTs, and I found myself tempted to move the beta BLT (which has yet to break) to the URL of honor and move BLT Classic to a subdirectory. I was torn between the desire to avoid an abrupt change and the feeling that it would be silly to send him a link to the "test" BLT when I'm pretty sure it's already become the default for most people. Was my subconscious really just telling me it's time to consider promoting the test BLT? How retarded a dream-message is that?
compulsively posted by Martin Marks at 7:24 in the morning // six comments by:
It's never too late for the glad eye!
Scary Go Round isn't usually "funny" so much as "charmingly whimsical", but today's strip broke me utterly.
facetiously posted by Martin Marks at 12:23 at night // comment? by:
I like it when they apologize.
Sometimes comment spam is so weird. Why would they think anybody would be particularly interested in a halfheartedly spoofed page on the University of Connecticut's policy regarding cars on campus? Surely any actual students who were curious would look it up on the school website rather than waiting until they came across a link in comment spam on my blog? I realize I'm being willfully obtuse about the purpose of comment spam, which is more about fooling search engines than it is about tricking humans into clicking on things, but that's just because being willfully obtuse is funnier.
extraneously posted by Martin Marks at 12:06 at night // comment? by:
Monday the Eleventh of June, Two Thousand and Seven
Apparently, not my former housemate.
Oh, hey, so who wants a blue and black houndstooth-checked two foot tall inflatable squirrel?
literally posted by Martin Marks at 10:19 in the evening // eight comments by:
I am absolutely certain my father will chime in on this thread.
I was watching Elizabeth I this evening, and I came to the decision that what I need is a Mirrenthon. But while The Queen is apparently very good and I'll get it Thursday probably, I can't seem to find anything much on Netflix from the earlier part of her career. (You know the part of her career I mean.) Even The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover is available only to save—and that's famous! (Well, infamous.)
gamely posted by Martin Marks at 10:14 in the evening // four comments by:
Yes... a stomach upset...
Damn, BBC News, way to insinuate. "Don't mind us, we're not trying to imply anything, we're just mentioning random unconnected facts..."
extraneously posted by Martin Marks at 3:30 in the afternoon // two comments by:
It's all about the air incorporation.
I'd been craving scrambled eggs for some time, so I was quite thrilled to realize my mother inexplicably had 29 eggs in her fridge. Well, now she has 25! Ha ha! And I have had eggs made just the way I like them.
venturesomely posted by Martin Marks at 2:31 in the afternoon // one comment by:
Sunday the Tenth of June, Two Thousand and Seven
"Over Edom will I cast out my shoe."
So I've just read Stephen Fry's autobiography, Moab Is My Washpot—a birthday present. I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's very good, in an informal sort of way, and it's all very Fryrish (and vaguely faux-Wodehousian), but it was also slightly painful to read for me—his youthful methods of screwing up his life were not at all unlike mine. Still, at least I've never been arrested, and hey, Fry did all right for himself in the end. So that's okay then.
defiantly posted by Martin Marks at 9:49 in the evening // three comments by:
Saturday the Ninth of June, Two Thousand and Seven
"Dreamed a dream by the old canal..."
I was supposed to learn how to play "Dirty Old Town" on the handheld pipe organ last night, but the English muffin restaurant didn't have the right kind of English muffin. Boo.
unwittingly posted by Martin Marks at 12:12 in the afternoon // two comments by:
Friday the Eighth of June, Two Thousand and Seven
Like you had something better to do for the next ten minutes.
Also, while we're linking to the YouTube, I feel the need to mention Steam Trek: The Moving Picture.
This, like the last one, stolen from Lore—who, having been named for an evil android, knows all the best Star Trek jokes.
bashfully posted by Martin Marks at 4:36 in the afternoon // comment? by:
we were not meant to beeeee...
If you like Jonathon Coulton, and you like being creeped out by octopodes, then I suggest you listen to the former's new song while watching one of the latter eat a freaking shark already. Creepy.
enigmatically posted by Martin Marks at 4:08 in the afternoon // three comments by:
I ♥ mathematicians so crazy bad.
Did you know that 5, 11, 17, 23, and 29 are, technically speaking, sexy prime quintuplets?
incandescently posted by Martin Marks at 12:03 at night // two comments by:
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