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Posted on November 14th 2008 in Brainfarts
I must be doing something right, I’m getting more spam in my filters in the last week than I have in the last year.
Found out something cute today, as a sorta followup to something fun Arwen found out a few years back. When she was doing some research for her degree, she was reading something about “Sniffer” programs (used to watch/capture network communications), and came across a German article talking about “Shnuffleprograms,” and we had a good giggle about it.
I mentioned it to someone at work who speaks German, and they pronounced it for me. It’s even cuter than Arwen and I originally thought.
It’s pronounced “Shnewfil-program.”
Just a quickie hello to the world, ’cause the Mighty Mighty MoxieSnacks is over, and we’re getting our drank on. It’s a thing that happens every few weeks, and usually when it’s deeply crapulent weather outside (as opposed to what – the weather inside?)
Oh, so I don’t have the headache today, but I am crackling some sorta tinfoil in my chest that makes me cough when I lie down, and my nose decided to have a gushing freakout, so I raided the bathroom cabinet.
So I’m on:
- About 2000cc of vitamin C. Couldn’t hoit.
- One daytime antihistamine/allergy thing (Sleep? Hah!)
- One nighttime sinus cold thing (Staying awake? Hah!)
- A cup of coffee (to smooth me out).
- A glass or two of Arrogant Frog “Ribet Red”. $12/bottle
- A glass of Peller Estates “Proprietor’s Reserve” $13/BIG BOTTLE
So I’m not writing much today, but I’m sure as hell yammering a LOT. Srsly. Shut. Me. Up.
Karla got to me, and I signed up to Twitter. It seems that NONE of my friends are on Twitter (with the same email address that I have for them in my messenger).
So yeah. I’m doing that.
Oh, and our soundtrack tonight was brought to us by RadioParadise. Thanks to Clara a few years ago for pointing me towards them.
Life on Mars should be a very bad show, based on the elevator pitch:
A cop in present-day New York gets hit by a passing car, and wakes up in 1973, still a cop in New York. There’s some odd crossover from present day (people he knows in 2008 are younger in 1973), and the occasional anachronism (a kid shows up at some point with a Nirvana tour shirt on).
but it’s not. I dunno much about it (like who wrote it, or whether or not there was a UK version first), but it’s like a grittier version of Quantum Leap. I mean that in the best possible way.
Whoa, did you know this about Quantum Leap?
Quantum Leap is an American science fiction television series which ran for 96 episodes from March 1989 to May 1993 on the NBC network. The series was created by Donald P. Bellisario, based on a concept originally created for Galactica 1980. This concept was then reworked outside of the Battlestar Galactica framework.   – The Might Mighty Wikipedia
Well now you do (and doing is half the… wait… that’s wrong). Now that piece of information is lodged into the same part of your brain that holds infinite amounts of 70s lyrics, you’ll never get that part of your brain working right ever again. You’re welcome.
I’m changing the titling so as not to offend KarlaBabble (like SHE ever comes HERE any MORE), but mostly ’cause yeah, I agree that the vast majority of my own “I’m going to write every day for X days” challenges are deeply depressing to myself, ’cause I don’t usually get past day three before skipping a day or two, and then doing one more day, and then giving up, assuming nobody noticed in the first place.
Karla has this to say about it:
Do us all a favor and vow NOT to participate in NaBloPoMo this year. If you’re already committed to it, then at least remove the word “NaBloPoMo” from every post, because that’s like announcing, “This is going to suck” in big letters across the top of the post. Allow us the temporary illusion that you blogged today because you were inspired, and not because there’s a national bore-a-thon going on and you’re determined not to be left out.
This is why I don’t use something like Twitter (or Twittr, or Twitr, or Twtr, or whatevr they’r calling it this wkr,) it’s just too much pressure. I’m afraid people would actually start to get annoyed by what I’m tweeting. See? I’m already annoying myself by talking about it. Shut UP.
Cold Stares Gold stars for parenting, in which our hero wrangles a pound and a half of pot roast into an edible (and even non-life-threatening) meal, and my old job cans a few more peaches.
So, after the time change, and the kids of course not realizing the sheer joy of being able to curl up under the covers for that extra hour, we were up and at ’em. Some coffee and scones later, and we were booked for a CanCar (the Prius, for the discerning putting-around-towner).
Off to MEC, which wasn’t open yet, so we schlepped the four or so blocks up Broadway to Main, went to some non-Googleable place for caffeine and muffins, and then meandered our way down 10th again. Freakishly beautiful houses (many heritage ones) along 10th here. Like crazy-awesome places that are solid stone and giant beams with yards and old trees and just plain, like, HOMES, man. Who knew Vancouver still had ’em. Of course, in our bubble’s-a-poppin‘ Vancouver financial venue, these places are all probably pegging in at roughly the annual salary (plus unlisted bonus) of certain executives at my last job.
So, no, we’re not buying in the area quite yet. Ahee. Still, nice to see that they’re not all turned into quadruplexes and condo-wanna-bes.
Okay, so I’m out bombing around the net like I’m likely to do on a Tuesday night looking for something about a particular primary religious figure being a zombie, and I come across this photo 
on a page with a bunch of other things scrolling and then my brain says “what’s STRETRODRUNIAL?” and so I Google some of the words (and here they are so Google robots will find ME wondering about THAT):
WINTER
8,685,000,000 GALAXIES
NBC:GRUTROGRONIAL BROADCASTS
STRETRODRUNIAL
ENDEAVORS DEVOTIONS
PHRITROCINIAL
, and find another photo of what appears to be the same dude, somewhere nearby
photo by mquinnsweeney
so then I start removing and/or correcting the words from the sign, and find this different-but-same sign
Photo by niallkennedy
Yeah, that’s what it said:
Carlfield
8,645,000 Galaxies
CNN: Shogrofrenical Broadcasts
Lygrogrenial
Gestures Captions
Citrostrenikal
The caption/title on the last one says Frank Chu, so maybe this is who does these weird signs, but my brain is just whining at me “What *IS* is though? What’s happening? Is this a thing? Is a thing happening? Tell me!”
Do you figure if I threaten to send my brain to bed without any supper, it’ll stop whining?
So when you wonder what I’m doing at 11:30 at night, when I should really be sleeping, or making lunches for tomorrow or something?
This is it.
I’ll probably search a little more tonight, but hey, if anyone can point me in the right direction, by all means, let ‘er rip.
This just made me laugh for almost five minutes.
Like, non-stop.
Posted on August 21st 2008 in Brainfarts
