2079?
You're an adult the moment you sit down and work out how many years you probably have left.
"You won't be young forever
there's only a fraction to the sum
you won't be young forever
nor will anyone."
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You're an adult the moment you sit down and work out how many years you probably have left.
"You won't be young forever
there's only a fraction to the sum
you won't be young forever
nor will anyone."
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That is all the lint that was clogging the motor. I field stripped the carpet sweeper this afternoon and pulled it all out. Now it'll actually pick stuff up from the carpet.
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By and large, work has been, well, work. Lots of hours at the office, lots of hours stuck in traffic sweating like Kevin Mitnick during a traffic stop. When I haven't been logging time behind a console, I've either been trying to get my head back into Python coding (try as I might, I just don't understand GUI programming in general or PyGTK in particular), reading data sheets, reading up on the Arduino microcontroller, or pulling a Tesla while pondering the best way to build my latest obsession, a laser synthtar.
You see, it all started at HacDC a couple …
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Last Monday night Lyssa and I took to the DC Beltway in the middle of rush hour, cast caution to the wind, and set course for the Meriweather Post Pavilion in Maryland to attend one of the rarest of events: the first Leonard Cohen concert in fifteen years. Yes, the man, the myth, the legend himself is on the road once again with a top notch band and a soulful voice and double entendes that'll turn your knees to jelly. From Cohen's rich as whisky basso voice to Javier Mas' talented hands dancing across most every stringed instrument known to …
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House centipedes have ninja-like powers of escape and evasion. The moment you go to squish one, they suddenly let go of whatever surface they happen to be clinging to and drop to the ground. This is why you never want to stand directly under one if it's on the ceiling.
The best thing you can do if you really want to take one out is to get it to fall into an open space and then hit it from above before it can scurry for covere.
Oddly enough, it takes just a few drops of water to incapacitate them, which …
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Still not dead. Still not sleeping, either.
Work has been keeping me busy lately, but thankfully not due to a certain beastie that was supposed to go off last week. Conflicker.C appears to have been something of a damp squib, and I for one am grateful. I'm not terribly surprised that it didn't bring about The End of the Net as we Know It. Hyperbole and RPG references aside, packing an out-of-date exploit as a primary vector of infection coupled with samples of the Conflicker.C binary itself winding up in the hands of practically every antivirus researcher on …
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I haven't been posting lately due to the fact Real Life (tm) has been keeping me away from the Net and generally too busy to write about what's been going on. Two weekends ago Lyssa and I spent the weekend with Solo of the Lost Boys and Shimizu, the latter of whom was in town for a couple of weeks. No one's seen any of the Lost Boys for a few months, so we jumped at the chance to hang out and talk shop for a couple of days. We spent much of that weekend running around northern Virginia, discussing …
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It's been one of those weeks where I've got nothing I wanted to get done accomplished, but a great deal that I needed to do got taken care of.
Wednesday afternoon was my rescheduled root canal for tooth #31, the next-to-last molar on the bottom right side of my mouth. Unlike previous times, this tooth wasn't actually too badly off; the nerve, I'm told, wasn't as heavily involved like the other couple of times so it was a pretty straightforward task for Dr. Brian Suh, the grand master of endodontics, to drill it out and start carving away. As before …
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I just found my first gray hair.
It's right in the front of my forelock, over my left eye.
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At first scratch, it would appear that respiratory troubles are fast becoming part and parcel of my winters in the DC metroplex. Two weeks ago I was fighting off a cold, and rather successfully, or so I thought. Last week I developed a persistant dry cough that now has has my cow-orkers wondering if I have tuberculosis, keeps Lyssa awake at night (even if I sleep on the couch), and busily ties knots in the muscles of my neck and stomach. It isn't one of those coughs that clear your lungs and sound disgusting, but at least mean that you …
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