Month: January 2005

Booting a Dead Badger

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This is deeply fucking strange. Installing Linux on a Dead Badger: User’s Notes Let’s face it: any script kiddie with a pair of pliers can put Red Hat on a Compaq, his mom’s toaster, or even the family dog. But nothing earns you geek points like installing Linux on a dead badger. So if you […]

This is deeply fucking strange.

Installing Linux on a Dead Badger: User’s Notes

Let’s face it: any script kiddie with a pair of pliers can put Red Hat on a Compaq, his mom’s toaster, or even the family dog. But nothing earns you geek points like installing Linux on a dead badger. So if you really want to earn your wizard hat, just read the following instructions, and soon your friends will think you’re slick as caffeinated soap.

Minimum Installation Requirements:

1. one (1) pocketknife
2. one (1) screwdriver, flathead, to install Duppy card (see item 4. below)
3. computer with:

  • CD drive
  • USB, Ethernet, or a free slot for wireless networking card
  • Telnet or SSH client installed
  • cyberspiritual controller program such as FleshGolem (Mac OS X and Linux), Phranken (Windows 98, ME, 2000), or ItzaLive (Mac OS 8.1-9.x and Amiga)

[ . . . . ]
7. privacy
8. one (1) dead badger, good condition

Ok, so the exact obscure geek oddity of this will be lost on many. But it busts me up.

The mice will play

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I’m having to resist posting all these old images I’ve been scanning in. I might have to finally sign up for flickr or one of those photo hosting services. Oh hell I just looked at flickr’s home page to make sure I’d spelled that right (or in context anyway), and found the most mouth-watering picture […]

I’m having to resist posting all these old images I’ve been scanning in. I might have to finally sign up for flickr or one of those photo hosting services.

Oh hell I just looked at flickr’s home page to make sure I’d spelled that right (or in context anyway), and found the most mouth-watering picture of sushi. I was about to write about how I can’t concentrate on blogging, but now I can’t even think of anything but sushi. My mouth is watering. Is it lunchtime yet?

Why yes, my middle name is pavlov. Why do you ask?

In any case, I just noticed that my boss is gone this week. Not that having my boss here is a problem, he’s a fine guy, a decent boss, and basically leaves me alone to get my work done my own way on my own schedule.

This isn’t my completely-tattooed Über-boss, Jeff. This is my actual manager, Steve who’s gone. Jeff, well, included in those pictures I’ve scanned are ones of Jeff bare-ass naked and getting his septum pierced by Fakir. So I don’t care if Jeff’s around.

But I like it when my boss is on vacation. There’s a sense of freedom. The office is quiet. People come to me if there’s an issue, so I can get stuff fixed faster without the boss-in-the-loop factor.

18 months ago it was a week when my boss was gone, I wrote Wanton. I won’t say I can do that again this week, but you know, I might be able to get my head around a couple things I’ve been working on.

We’ll see how my day looks later today, or tomorrow. I’ll crack open the folder full partly-done stories and see if I can get my head around one. Wish me luck.

Slacker

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This is me, long ago, before I started shaving my head. Eleven to thirteen years ago is my best guess; I know where this was taken, in Kenny’s back yard in Santa Clara, but I’m not sure the years he lived there. Yes, I just got a scanner. Boy do I have a lotta pictures […]

This is me, long ago, before I started shaving my head. Eleven to thirteen years ago is my best guess; I know where this was taken, in Kenny’s back yard in Santa Clara, but I’m not sure the years he lived there.

Slacker0001-1-2

Yes, I just got a scanner. Boy do I have a lotta pictures to scan in.

Move it, Hairy!

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Ok, so this image is from Eros Blog. But the question is, does it creep you out? I think it’s hot. Very hot. The scariness of the big hairy spider enhances the loveliness of the breast. I look at that and I want to brush the spider aside and start to lick and suck and […]

Ok, so this image is from Eros Blog.

Spider-On-Breast-1

But the question is, does it creep you out?

I think it’s hot. Very hot. The scariness of the big hairy spider enhances the loveliness of the breast. I look at that and I want to brush the spider aside and start to lick and suck and bite. Move it, Hairy, that’s mine!

Yet most of the commenters on Eros seem to have another opinion. Click the photo to see that full size — whattaya think?

Categories: sex

Lutzes and Axels

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I have to confess something. Yes, it’s true. I love figure skating. I’m completely hooked. It wasn’t always this way. 1992, the Winter Olympics in Albertville, I didn’t give a rat’s ass even as a local girl named Kristi Yamaguchi won gold. When Tanya Harding had her thugs play whack-a-mole on Nancy Kerrigan’s knee, I […]

I have to confess something.

Yes, it’s true. I love figure skating.

I’m completely hooked.

It wasn’t always this way. 1992, the Winter Olympics in Albertville, I didn’t give a rat’s ass even as a local girl named Kristi Yamaguchi won gold.

When Tanya Harding had her thugs play whack-a-mole on Nancy Kerrigan’s knee, I only cared because Kerrigan was so annoying (“Why? Why? Why?“) in the clips.

But then, early in 1994, I got caught up. I was up all night with a brand new Olivia, and I was watching Olympic events live, or weirdly tape delayed, or something, from Lillehammer Norway. I watched the opening ceremonies and was taken with the beauty of the location. Plus, you know, there was nothing else on. I watched everything. Biathlon. Curling. All of it.

And of course, with the Kerrigan/Harding drama, I watched the figure skating.

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Boobielicious

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I just have to draw attention to Doxy’s breasts. Ok, not her actual breasts. But these: About which a man can only say yum or possibly, Wubba-Wubba. And then there’s this: I never before thought you could put the words Pussy and Bug together and have it turn out yummy. I wish Dox would update […]

I just have to draw attention to Doxy’s breasts.

Ok, not her actual breasts.

But these:

About which a man can only say yum or possibly, Wubba-Wubba.

And then there’s this:

Pussy Bug

I never before thought you could put the words Pussy and Bug together and have it turn out yummy.

I wish Dox would update more often. Her blog is always a delight.

Tag, I’m it

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I’m just reading up on how to use Technorati tags. It’s an interesting idea. The two main uses I’ve seen in MT blogs is to convert either keywords or categories into tags. I’ve got a cool plugin for MT that automatically converts keywords, only, I don’t use keywords. I’ve also got an applescript in ecto […]

I’m just reading up on how to use Technorati tags.

It’s an interesting idea. The two main uses I’ve seen in MT blogs is to convert either keywords or categories into tags. I’ve got a cool plugin for MT that automatically converts keywords, only, I don’t use keywords.

I’ve also got an applescript in ecto that converts my categories into tags. You’ll see what it does at the bottom of this entry.

What I really want, though, is a plugin that does this automatically in MT; I choose categories or keywords as usual, and then the MT plugin automagically makes them tags when I post. I don’t know if this exists yet, but either I’ll write it or someone else will. I’ll have to study up on how to write MT plugins, I guess.

Edit:

Ah, now that I re-read the tags spec, I see technorati are already honoring MT categories so I don’t need to do anything to make this work. It’s only useful if you use keywords and want them honored.

Teach me to read the spec…

Technorati Tags: {blogosphere, geek, }

There’s my van

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http://www.dealsonwheels.com/search/detailbig.cfm/Autos__ID/209415 ’67 Ford econoline. Damn. Have That. You might recognize that van; just picture that in red with some Sailor Jerry flash painted on the side. Yep, that’s the one.

http://www.dealsonwheels.com/search/detailbig.cfm/Autos__ID/209415

’67 Ford econoline.

Damn. Have That.

You might recognize that van; just picture that in red with some Sailor Jerry flash painted on the side. Yep, that’s the one.

Tattooists are Pirates

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“Tattooists are Pirates” — Klem The above quote was part of a conversation about japanese tattooing traditions and tattooists names; the “Hori” prefix in names like Horiyoshi, Horikoi, Horitaka, etc, which I understand means, literally, to poke. We progressed on to the way American tattooing picked up, used, and altered the best of other traditions. […]

“Tattooists are Pirates”
— Klem

The above quote was part of a conversation about japanese tattooing traditions and tattooists names; the “Hori” prefix in names like Horiyoshi, Horikoi, Horitaka, etc, which I understand means, literally, to poke.

We progressed on to the way American tattooing picked up, used, and altered the best of other traditions.

We’re not afraid to steal shit and make it our own, Klem said. Basically, Tattooists are pirates.

And I said amen.

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