Gecko Bloggle

Issit just me, or do all their songs sound the same? I’m getting old, I know.
_{I could write stuff in Subscript if I wanted? How ‘leet.}

Just thought I’d outline my maniacal way of finding things. I’ve had a few people ask, so here’s my general method of getting (even remotely) useful information out of this big web o’ ours.

1.   Google (Don’t forget to hit that Group tab, too)
2.   Google Toolbar <- Now with Popup Killer
3.   FileMirrors if you have a filename, but no place to download from.
4.   GetRight for downloading from flaky (or multiple) servers.
5.   Copernic for freakishly overloaded searching.
6.   Newzbin to see what’s “out there” in the NewsGroups.
7.   E-Mule for everything else.

That is all for today children, and HEY…
…let’s be careful out there.

‘Cause I’m just so damned pleased with m’self.

ZR

I’m sure they’ve been out there forever and ever, but this is pretty coolio, foolio.
Go there and listen for yourself. or Jump to the “Listen” page.

Appears to have gone. I can’t believe that was that easy.
I just upgraded my Blog (running on B2 at Cafelog) to version 0.6.2 or something, and all I had to do was fix up ONE file (and with a little utility called Beyond Compare, THAT was even more of a snap).

Ever get the feeling you’re ordering something just because you can?

I’m sitting at Hamburger Mary’s and I’m looking at the drinks menu and thinking how goofy it is that they serve martinis, and then I thinkI’ve gotta get one of those just ’cause I can. So I get this gross-looking collection of very small olives (what the heck do I expect – really).

So yeah, I’m at home alone for a few days again. Actually, Arwen and Ripley went up to Hemlock with Emma and Genn and Liz to go to Peter Paul and Marrietta’s (I swear it sounded like that on the answering machine – I bet they get that all the time). No watching another scary movie for me tonight, althought I feel asleep to the end of the LOTR by BBC last night, and I think there’s something in me that doesn’t want to be conscious of the ending. I don’t want it to be over. I guess that’s the whole point.

Maybe I’ll do what Arwen does, and reread them every year or so.

I was in the Mac’s getting some money, and there was a girl wearing those low-pants lacy-thong combination, and you know what? Maybe I’m just getting old, but it doesn’t do a thing for me. There’s more to it if there’s something hidden, but the whole ‘belly-button showing, breasts spilling out all over the place look is just kinda… just sorta… overdoing it. ya know?

Doesn’t mean I’ll suddenly figure out world peace or anything, but if I
can manage to throw out the garbage and return the movies without
forgetting to eat (or end up watching some stupid Richard Gere movie),
I’ll be doing okay.

Dinner. What to have?
Hmm

Audiopad looks like it’s just about anything I’d want to be able to do. Cool graphics, spinny weirdness, and it looks like you’re playing checkers with audio. Squippy.

Or, if you wanna make music that’s free, and has no table, you can use SoundField, found here.

I’ve been on my own all week, and it’s been very very lonely in the house. Of course, early in the week, I watched 28 Days Later by myself… Not a great idea, obviously, since the first half of the movie is about a guy who wakes up in a hospital completely alone, and ends up walking around in an evacuated London. I felt so bleak after the movie I had to go outside and eat a beef dip at Hamburger Mary’s. Armn narm narm.

The home of Mr. And Mrs. Richard Lopez was the scene of great festivity on Saturday last, the occasion being the marriage of their daughter, Arwen, to Mr. J. C. Burton. Shortly after 4:30, the guests assembled in the formal garden, and the groom, supported by his mother Dr. Burton, took his place before the elegant table set under the oak tree. Mr. R. Aura, Miss G. Kidd, and Master R. Burton attended him. The bride entered on her mother’s arm, preceded by Miss Kaya Dhillon-Davies, who prettily scattered flower petals in the path of the bride. The bride was attended by Miss E. Lazarus and Mrs J. Dhillon.

The ceremony was performed by Miss M. Whiffin after the fashion of the day. The groom announced his vows in a clear, strong voice and the bride responded in similar fashion. As is the custom, boxes of kleenex were circulated, and a Quaker silence followed the Declaration and Presentation of couple.

The bride was richly dressed in a cream satin gown made demi train, with trimming of lilac sashing about the waist. She wore a tulle veil caught by a tiara of considerable brilliance. She carried a bouquet of exquisite, hand-made flowers in colours of rich burgundy and cream. The bride’s attendants’ gowns were of rich burgundy satin, with complementary cloth-of-gold wraps, and they also carried bouquets of hand-made flowers in burgundy, cream, and silvery-green. The groom’s men wore red satin accessories on black dress suits.

The family shrub was present, and score cards were provided to those curious to know exactly who was related to whom and when.

The delicious bridal repast was served on a single long table in the dining room, which was colourfully decorated with candle sheaths, flower arrangements, and bottles of home-made red and white wine.

The wedding cake, served in the formal withdrawing room, was prepared and decorated by the bride’s mother. The cake and accompanying fruit sherbet and chocolate sauce, was declared superb by all.

Amanda and Shea Ruckus , the Masters of Ceremony, who wore coordinated outfits acquired at great expense from distant lands, lead the company through a witty exercise in phrase-making. The groom then toasted the bride, the bride responded, the groom’s man toasted the couple, and the maid of honour responded. The bride, at the urging of her sister, told the story of the proposal, although this reporter wonders if she heard correctly, because apparently the bride proposed to the groom, a fairly unusual departure from the custom of the day.

At this point, the Masters of Ceremony lost control of the crowd, perhaps because the groom’s father had provided many bottles of excellent champagne. Mr. R. Burton demonstrated the technique of scooting on a highly-polished wood floor, more kleenex circulated, and then the couple lead off the dancing with a brilliant demonstration of Muppet movements. As is the custom, the bride then danced with the groom’s father, to determine his eligibility in the “dancing with partner and train” event. The groom danced with the bride’s mother, who wore a heavily embroidered copper and cream brocade jacket over a cream satin skirt with a cunning vent to make dancing and sitting possible. The bride then danced with her father, who also apparently passed the “dancing with partner and train” event, while the groom and his mother, who taught him everything she knew about dancing when he was fourteen, succeeded in getting to the end of the song without the loss of toe rings or requiring more kleenex.

Mr. K. Taylor, noted Celtic violinist, accompanied by his father Mr. B. Taylor, played for the guests assembled in the formal garden. Dance masters from Scotland instructed the company in the intricacies of Scottish country dancing, and aside from one ring gone astray, a grand time was had by all.

Besides these named there were present at the reception ….

The presents, which were very beautiful, were to be displayed at the bridal home. Among them were noticed: ….

Mrs. J. C. Burton will be home after June 22.