Travelogue of a Sedimentary Being

One old client

2009-11-07T05:02:58Z

Though the idea of using client software to interact with your run-of-the-mill web service seems a bit silly these days, something seems cool about it; if nothing else, perhaps it's the way it helps recall a time when web browsers sucked more, or Internet connections were too slow, or not ubiquitous or always-on or something, and programs like this were desirable, if not necessary.

I was just poking around my circa-1996, Windows-98-having IBM that I appear to have last used in 2004 (if I'm not mistaken, when my first laptop was away for repairs; it was a miserable experience) and found what has to be a rather lonely LiveJournal client (LiveJournal for Windows, 1.4.7-beta-lite). I'll bet it never expected to post another entry!

(The Firefox I have installed on here, 0.9, wasn't cooperating with spellcheck.net, so I fired up Internet Explorer... 4.0. It actually worked.

Somewhere out there now
Sysadmin checks access logs
They pull out their hair)

Not dissimilar in latitude, either

2009-11-05T21:24:54Z

I've heard latter-day-LiveJournal likened to Detroit, but I think Pompeii may be a better metaphor.

Official 2009 entry?

2009-01-01T06:01:16Z

So *that's* what a calendar year without an update feels like.

handhelj?

2007-12-03T22:02:41Z

handhelj!

Voice Post:

2006-12-17T03:46:03Z

I just lost

2006-12-12T06:52:36Z

So, clearly I lose at the LiveJournalnets. :(

Recounting my pre-hurricane runaround-age

2006-08-28T23:17:54Z

Because I'm too lazy to recount this in a more manageable, blog-friendly format, you get the raw IM-age.

(03:45:57 PM) me: [blah blah... basically, I mention I'm heading out for gas]
(03:57:26 PM) Cat: aww
(03:57:26 PM) me <AUTO-REPLY> : queueing for petrol, chap
(03:57:28 PM) Cat: keep safe!
(03:57:49 PM) me: :)
(03:59:44 PM) Cat: queueing for gas still?
(06:30:20 PM) me: oh, no
(06:30:23 PM) me: well
(06:30:27 PM) me: when you IMed me that, I was
(06:30:43 PM) me: err, perhaps.
(06:31:56 PM) me: so I went and got gas and sat in line for 20-some minutes
(06:32:12 PM) me: which wasn't all that bad because I had the good sense to bring my Nintendo DS with me :D
(06:32:35 PM) me: so I get to the pump and I start fdslkjgnlkfdnelskrhnserlkhn panicking because I couldn't find my wallet
(06:32:56 PM) me: I call work and ask Mary if she could check my cubicle and she says it's not there
(06:33:05 PM) Cat: *gasp*
(06:33:07 PM) Cat: where was it?
(06:33:07 PM) me: and I'm going apeshit (sort of) looking for it
(06:33:10 PM) Cat: right
(06:33:14 PM) me: so I give up and I'm about to leave
(06:33:26 PM) me: I go to put my hand on the inside door handle to close it
(06:33:33 PM) me: and I had wedged it in there
(06:33:37 PM) Cat: whew
(06:33:38 PM) me: yeah
(06:33:43 PM) me: oh yeah, but get this
(06:33:45 PM) Cat: i freaked out and thought i'd left my laptop on my roof
(06:33:50 PM) me: :P
(06:33:51 PM) Cat: but it was in my trunk
(06:33:51 PM) me: errr
(06:33:53 PM) me: wrong face
(06:33:54 PM) me: :O
(06:33:56 PM) Cat: no, i'm being serious
(06:33:56 PM) Cat: yeah
(06:33:59 PM) me: muscle memory :)
(06:34:02 PM) Cat: scared the hell out of me on the way back from class
(06:34:04 PM) Cat: LOL
(06:36:15 PM) me: I enter the mall the normal way and drive up to the station and find I have to go around the block the other way
(06:36:21 PM) me: so I'm going around the other way
(06:36:22 PM) me: driving
(06:36:35 PM) me: and there's this LOUD fucking bang RIGHT NEXT TO ME
(06:36:50 PM) me: I mean, make-your-ears-ring-for-minutes loud
(06:37:09 PM) me: momentary-deafness-loud
(06:37:37 PM) Cat: whoa
(06:37:41 PM) Cat: what from?
(06:37:42 PM) me: and I feel this warmth down the right side ass of my pants
(06:37:46 PM) me: not pee, mind you
(06:37:52 PM) Cat: coke?
(06:37:53 PM) me: cuz that would come from somewhere else
(06:37:56 PM) me: EXACTLY
(06:37:56 PM) Cat: lmao
(06:38:00 PM) Cat: damn, that sucks
(06:38:09 PM) me: my smart ass left one in since the night before
(06:38:10 PM) me: IDK?
(06:38:11 PM) me: err
(06:38:12 PM) me: lol
(06:38:16 PM) me: muscle memory again
(06:38:18 PM) me: *IKR
(06:38:19 PM) me: ?
(06:38:21 PM) Cat: HA
(06:38:40 PM) me: yeah, so that sucked much ass too
(06:38:50 PM) me: and startled the shit out of me, naturally!
(06:38:53 PM) Cat: ha!
(06:38:54 PM) Cat: i bet
(06:39:01 PM) me: I mean, I recoiled and everything
(06:39:03 PM) Cat: "hmm, what was that bang and this warm wet feeling on my ass
(06:39:05 PM) Cat: lol
(06:39:08 PM) Cat: err, leg
(06:39:13 PM) me: WHILE I WAS DRIVING ON tHis MAin FUCKiNG strEEEt
(06:39:19 PM) Cat: ha
(06:39:24 PM) me: fortunately, no other cars were really close
(06:39:26 PM) me: but anyhow
(06:39:28 PM) me: that sucked
(06:39:31 PM) me: then was the gas
(06:39:32 PM) Cat: i bet!
(06:39:35 PM) me: then I braved Publix
(06:39:38 PM) Cat: aww
(06:39:41 PM) Cat: all wet?
(06:39:45 PM) me: just a little
(06:39:50 PM) me: most of it dried pretty quickly
(06:39:54 PM) me: or soaked into my seat
(06:40:31 PM) me: and of course, at publix, the water cupboard was bare
(06:40:39 PM) me: as was the ice, but I mainly wanted water
(06:40:47 PM) me: so I ended up buying $40 in assorted vittles
(06:40:54 PM) me: a word I don't get to use nearly enough
(06:40:59 PM) me: or maybe -- just don't think to!
(06:41:12 PM) Cat: indeed!
(06:41:13 PM) Cat: vittles for all!
(06:41:19 PM) me: and all for vittles!
(06:41:27 PM) Cat: vittles are vital!
(06:41:37 PM) me: millions of vittles! vittles for me!
(06:41:44 PM) Cat: vittles come from a can
(06:41:48 PM) Cat: they were put there by a man
(06:42:09 PM) me: damn that man, for the times I don't have a canopener handy
(06:42:26 PM) Cat: that's okay
(06:42:31 PM) Cat: i hear they're coming in bags sometimes
(06:42:35 PM) me: more worried about freshness over conveneience...
(06:42:46 PM) me: (or a word spelled somewhat like that)
(06:42:50 PM) Cat: lol
(06:42:54 PM) Cat: ya, exactly
(06:43:12 PM) me: I, for one, welcome our bagged-vittle overlords
(06:43:24 PM) Cat: i, for two, do as well
(06:43:31 PM) me: hooah!

OMG X-POSTED

2006-07-19T19:41:44Z

This is me posting to both Multiply and LiveJournal at once, thanks to Multiply's spiffy new crossposting feature. :)

test using LJTalk

2006-07-10T19:08:01Z

Blah, blah, this seems cool.

Update-sorta thing

2006-07-06T19:39:21Z

I'm not retiring the LJ (I still catch up on my friends page once or twice a week), but if you're not watching the Multiply, you're likely missing stuff¹.

It's what I do for a living, so sue me, it's what I've been using.

¹Like maybe you missed the car. Me so poor now.

Voice Post

2006-07-05T02:02:55Z

Up to date

2006-06-02T04:41:55Z

I AM NOW CAUGHT UP ON ALL OF YOUR LIVES.
AT LEAST THE PARTS YOU HAVE POSTED TO THE INTERNET.

But I still don't much feel like writing about mine.

Voice Post

2006-05-19T13:09:19Z

MASS.

2006-05-18T23:35:12Z

Getting ready for Mass.
Boston, Mass.

Domestic-type stuff to do around the apartment, then it's back to the office for a solo sleepover and copywriting catch-up galore.

Rock!

Tomrrow's going to be a long day without a shower. I pity the fool who has to sit next to me.

Seriously slacking

2006-05-15T03:24:46Z

I'm only something like eight days behind in friends page reading. I'd like to catch up, but I also intend to sleep tonight. And pack for the two weeks ahead in (mostly) Boca Raton, hopefully not forgetting anything important, because the weeks include a different sort of outside-of-Florida excursion next weekend.

So maybe I'll catch up after work tomorrow.

I know. I've been bad.

Right-click this.

2006-05-10T21:18:30Z

Dear people who make websites,

Will you please quit it with the right-click prevention scripts? You know, when we right-click on your page and get a nice little alert telling us not to steal your pictures?

This is the most annoying thing ever, and not because I care enough to want to steal their pictures and am finding my little scheme thwarted. I don't want your freaking pictures. Don't flatter yourself -- chances are, no one does! It's because right-clicking is an essential part of the way I navigate the web -- using mouse gestures. My mouse gesture of choice for going back a page through my browser history is the rightclick and hold, leftclick and release both method. (It's important to note that I'm usually needing to go back through my browser history because the site I've stumbled upon is completely lame and I need to get out of there, pronto.) I've been doing this since about 1999 in Opera and I still do it today in Firefox (with an extension), Opera, and any browser worth its salt.

So because this is a completely useless, annoying thing getting in the way of me trying to do something as simple as navigate away from a page, here's a step by step how-to for getting around this annoyance, stealing all the images you want, etc.

If you're using Firefox:

Navigate to the page in question.
Click the "View" menu.
Select "Page Source"
This will show you the innerworkings of the page. Press Ctrl + F to search through the page text for the image you would like to steal. Common file extensions for images include JPG, GIF and PNG.
Copy the address you find there. Copy it in its entirely, starting from http:// to the end of the file extension, excluding any quotation marks on either end.
Paste this into your browser's address bar. Hit enter. You got it.

If you're using Internet Explorer:

Proceed directly to GetFirefox.com.
Just kidding. Not a bad idea, though.

For real, now.

Navigate to the page in question
Click the "View" menu.
Select "Source"
The page source will likely open up in Notepad. This will show you the innerworkings of the page. Press Ctrl + F to search through the page text for the image you would like to steal. Common file extensions for images include JPG, GIF and PNG.
Copy the address you find there. Copy it in its entirely, starting from http:// to the end of the file extension, excluding any quotation marks on either end.
Paste this into your browser's address bar. Hit enter. Awesome.

For Safari

Eh, you get the picture. View menu, View Source, apple+F
Wait, how many of you have more than one mouse button, anway?

Other fun things to try:

Save the entire web page, images and all! You can usually do this by clicking File, Save Page As and making sure the option to save the "complete" page, or the page "with images" is enabled.
Take a screenshot! Press your "Print Screen" key and instantly capture whatever's on your screen. (DRM crap notwithstanding.) Then just use your graphics program of choice and use the "paste" function. Presto!
If you use Firefox, this extension claims to defeat many methods of preventing right-clicks.
Disable JavaScript! It's easy enough to find instructions on how to do this in your browser of choice.
If you own a camera, pull it out and take a picture of your monitor!
Describe the picture for another individual in detail. If a picture paints a thousand words, two thousand ought to be enough to not only recreate the picture, but also offer insightful analysis into the mindset of the photographer, the human condition, the meaning of life, etc.

Hey, okay, so the secret's out.
1996 just called and says this was completely lame back then too.
Please stop hurting America.

Love always,
Everett

On awesomeness

2006-05-06T05:02:13Z

View Poll: On awesomeness

Best. Shit. Ever?

2006-05-01T15:57:15Z

Old meme, perhaps, but I was just made aware of this thanks to an email forward from a good friend. Yeah, one of those... most of the people I keep in touch with aren't the email-forwarding types anymore, so an occasional one doesn't really bug me.

Of course, the email was a bit misinformational, incorrectly stating that this installation was set up somewhere in Houston. I hunted a bit with Google, trying to track down a street address, or at the very least, cross-streets to try and get a decent satellite image of the thing before coming across a forum in which someone pointed out that... Houston, bollocks! How about Switzerland?

Upon finding this out, the prospects of my making a pilgrimage to go try it out for myself suddenly seemed a bit more dim. But armed with this knowledge, I was able to find some credible information about it, though nothing I've found seems to corroborate that it's still in service.

The point of all this? Oh, yes! That I tell stories in inverted-inverted pyramid style.

And that I wouldn't have it any other way.
The facts go at the end.

It's a, um, different sort of public toilet encased in one-way glass. Originally installed in London, it then moved on to Switzerland.

And apparently that's not Martha Stewart in the picture.

Link

Bloglines Ping-O-Matic

2006-04-28T21:32:47Z

Trying this out.

Let's see about these "seconds."

Edit: It's been 15, and I'm sorely disappointed.

Verb4Concept

2006-04-24T15:39:18Z

How embarrassing.

Wow.

2006-04-19T04:38:50Z

Karaoke (Rob Zombie falsetto-style) + mo' beer + co-workers = good times. I think.

Or at least I hope. I guess I'll see the video tomorrow.

~~Play~~Singlist:

The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony

Crosby, Stills & Nash - Suite: Judy Blue Eyes

If I have any voice left when I wake up, I'll be disappointed.

Ger.

2006-04-14T00:01:54Z

I need my damn guitar.

Scratch that. I just burned my fingertips in the dumbest way, ever.

Kinda meh

2006-04-13T02:38:27Z

I wonder if there's any coming back from this LJ-apathy.
Do I throw in the towel gracefully, or what?

Moving out, pt. IV

2006-04-10T03:06:14Z

I changed my location on my User Info page, so I guess it's official. I found a place to live and it's pretty damn close to work. Which means it's far away from everything else that counts.

Color me a Boca Raton whore, just a smidgen below the average age and net worth.

In the interest of not having to tell the whole backstory, click the link. I'll wait. Ok, so it's the same place. Three months later.

What gives? Well, it's available due to some interesting circumstances that aren't really journal-worthy, but why the fuck am I still available after three months? Quite simply, because three-hour (each way) commutes don't skeer me.

Sometimes I think I have too much patience. I don't know how much longer I could have kept it up, but I didn't really see an end in sight until this place came back into the picture. But that was then, etc.; not worth thinking about.

So yeah, life now. What am I going to do with my time?
I need a hobby, a drug habit or freelance work or something.

CPL Meneley wants to be my friend on MySpace!

2006-04-02T18:19:42Z

Who's jealous?
But aren't there regulations about this kind of thing? I'm pretty sure I opted out years ago.

Link to CPL Meneley's profile, if you're interested.