Amarok crashed on me just as it was completing a collection database scan, and it popped up a crash reporter and asked me to fill in some more information about what it was doing. I dutifully filled it out, and noticed that it was going to email the crash dump. I hadn’t configured KMail yet, so I went to the Tools/Configure KMail menu…
And then KMail crashed on me. No bug report for you!
I’m installing Windows 2000 into a virtual machine for testing purposes, and after putting on Service Pack 4 and IE6, there’s still another 65 updates to go, according to the automatic updater.
It’s probably going to take longer to finish installing all of this than the actual testing I’ll need to do…
Right now, MythTV is recording an episode of Rome for me. But at the same time, a transcode job is in the middle of converting some other shows to MPEG-4 to free up some disk space.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me that my idea of amusement is to keep checking the amount of free disk space every few minutes just to see which task is ‘winning’…
I’m kind of glad that I got the standalone Rock Band game and not the full set, given how much trouble a lot of people seem to be having with the reliability of the new guitar and especially the drums. On a lot of sets, rapid drum rolls aren’t properly detected and miss a lot of notes, and the pedal snaps in half a bit too easily.
People are inventive though, and have come up with a lot of quick, homebrew mods to try and make the drums more reliable. One of the best so far doesn’t even need you to break the drum set open; you just need a bunch of…socks?
It’s getting harder to think of them as Hallowe’en episodes when they air four days after the event…
Y’know, considering that I almost always get a refund, you’d think I’d be mailing my taxes in early on and not on the last possible day…
Subject: I will guide you to your first million;))
Whoa, no thanks. I have no idea what I’d do with that many smilies.
Subject: Full of health? Then don’t click!
You’re right, I should save that health pack until the boss fight.
Subject: Forget about annoying 30-40 minutes before sex.
Hey, what have you got against foreplay?
Subject: Fifth Third Bank reminder: mail from Fifth Third Bank.
Sorry, but I’m actually signed up with the Thirty-Fourth Seventeenth Bank.
Subject: Wanna read the conversations your husband, wife, and kids are having on Yahoo and MSN?
Sure! I’d love to spy on both my wife, and, uh…husband?
Subject: PUSH PUSH PUSH
Why? Am I in the middle of labor? I hate sudden surprises like that…
I headed back home yesterday, taking an express bus that would get me home the fastest. Except that things slowed to a crawl and occasional standstill on one stretch of the highway due to numerous cars off in the ditches, thanks to blowing snow.
After we finally arrived, a half-hour late, I waited for the free shuttle bus to the downtown area. Normally it leaves within 10-15 minutes of a bus arriving, but 25 minutes later it still hadn’t left. And the bus we arrived on then left without acting as the shuttle, as it usually does, and there were no other buses in the terminal. I gave up and walked downtown, which only takes about 15 minutes anyway.
And after getting downtown, I got to the train platform just as the train I wanted arrived. But, I fumbled the coins as I was purchasing a ticket, and missed the door by seconds.
Sigh.
At the office right now, we have two toilets and one urinal that are now out-of-order, leaving us with one of each still working.
I’m pretty sure this violates international cruelty laws of some sort.
I’ve been seeing a bunch of Hummer commercials lately that all follow the same pattern: some man or woman is embarrassed or backs down in a social situation, they immediately march off to a Hummer dealership, point out one, and drive off in smug satisfaction.
I never would have imagined that they’d so blatantly embrace its reputation as a vehicle that people buy to overcompensate for their inadequacies and use it as a selling point in their own ads…
I often run across URLs that I can’t check right away, or want to come back to later. Since I’m not necessarily at the same machine I want to check it from later on, I throw them into a file called ‘urls’ on my file server.
I just realized that that file is now over 1200 lines long.
I’ll be surprised if half of them are even still there…
Subject: Urgent: ISP detected!
Oh no! I bet I’m broadcasting an IP address, too!
Subject: Extra power. Don’t think. Just act.
Sorry, I think you meant to send this to Tom Cruise.
Subject: Elvis asked me to send you this.
Well you certainly took your sweet time getting it to me, didn’t you?
Subject: Don’t expose your intimate life!
Whew, thanks, I didn’t realize those blinds were wide open…
Subject: Break the work habit
Unfortunately that would just send me into the begging-for-change habit…
Subject: Please disregard this message
Okay.
I have a love/hate relationship with my main living room chair. It’s ugly as sin, but it’s really nice and comfy to sit in for long periods of time.
Unfortunately it’s also a black hole, whisking items dropped between the cracks off into a dimension that can only be reached by dismantling the whole chair. As my DS stylus just discovered…
