Incidentally, Rioters. "Protesters" is a level of credit too far. Fuck The Police isn't a protest. Kicking in the windows of Footlocker isn't a protest, it's looting. And the next time a pundit condemns "Social Networking" for coordinating the riots in the opposite tone of voice they used when they were praising "Social Networking" for being a seminonymous backchannel for working against authority a few months ago, I'll... ... shout at the newscast some more.
I've got more to say on this, starting with how it felt to be walking though Hackney this evening, but for now. We're safe. Stay safe.
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Jul. 26th, 2011 11:14 amRecent haiku-form phrases from #maelfroth
Jul. 25th, 2011 02:28 pmBrighton Breezy
Apr. 12th, 2011 10:53 amCurrent plan is to head down on Friday evening and return Saturday, but would anyone be able to give me crash space on Friday evening?
Dungeons and Dragons
Mar. 10th, 2011 12:02 pm( The Story So Far )
The book meme, again.
Feb. 10th, 2011 12:00 amThe Tenets of Tech Support
Feb. 1st, 2011 05:34 pmTenets of Tech Support
I: Have you tried turning it off and on?
II: Are you sure it's plugged in?
III: The customer cannot be right if they are on hold.
IV: If it's on fire, call the Fire Brigade, NOT US.
V: Proverbs 1:25-28
VI: Nah, it's fucked, get a new one.
Someone Elses Cat
Jan. 18th, 2011 11:51 amI mention it because this is an anecdote about Moth, and the reference amused me.
For a few weeks, between leaving Cambridge and moving into Reading, I was accidentally homeless for a little while. The house we were due to move into had gone off the market as we (me and S) were getting the deposit together, and so I ended up crashing at Pol & Supermouse's house for a little while.
I hate being a houseguest. As much as not having anywhere to run to, I feel that I'm imposing on everyone. I attempt to be useful within my parameters, which generally involves making endless cups of tea for people, and otherwise be minimal impact. It is good, however, to be useful, and to enhance my feelings of usefulness, I was employed by Moth the cat.
My role in Moth's life was simple. I was her method of getting in in the morning. I was handily sleeping right where she wanted me to be, and every morning she would stand on her back legs and tap-dance on the window until I woke up enough to open the screen door. Being woken up by a tapdancing cat is, the second time, adorable. The first time, it's just confusing. Sometimes I was called upon to do additional skritching duties, but it wasn't part of my primary skill-set, so generally I was only employed for my door opening skills.
It's good to be useful, occasionally.
Moth was put to sleep this morning, aged 15. Were I a more spiritual or perhaps just more soppy being, I'd put something here about "tap dancing on the door to heaven" or some pass on the oft-mocked Rainbow Bridge theory.
Instead I'll just say Moth will be missed.
Moth will be missed
From the archives
Jan. 17th, 2011 01:14 pm( As an example, this month's roleplay reminder )
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Jan. 17th, 2011 10:11 amThe current broken part - down from the entire boiler, to the casserole dish thing, to the regulator - is reduced to a single sproingy spring that is part of the bit the hot water is heated in that doesn't give as much good sproing like a good spring should sproing, and which he is going to attempt to track down and install for us early this week.
The heating works after a fashion (The radiators heat up, but don't stay hot), but the act of turning on a hot tap cuts out the gas due to the unsproingy spring.
This post is brought to you by the number of days without hot water, which is 43, and the word "Sproingy".
At some point in the past couple of years, I lent out my copy of OOTS book zero, "On the Origin of PCs".
In fact, as I recall, I was returned a set of them, and then someone said "I haven't read that one" and I said "Well, would you like to borrow it, then?".
I have entirely forgotten who this "someone" was. So, if you have my copy of OOTS zero, could you comment here or send me an email or something? I don't mind, but I'd like to read it again :-D
On a related note, if you have lent me something and I have failed to return it, please comment here and I shall endeavour to fix this. My brain occasionally doesn't work, and it is entirely likely I have forgotten.
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Signal boosting
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Friend Filters
Dec. 1st, 2010 10:30 amDo you trust all the people they trust?
And those people, the people your friends trust, the people that they trust? Do you trust them?
Online Communities, even large ones, have connection lines anywhere and everywhere
Your locked post isn't locked. Your private rant is logged.
And the person you hate, who ruined your life, who stole your cupcake?
Somebody, somewhere, loves them.