Friday Ephemera (761)
Street food. || Lumpfish. || Crab versus grape. || Woman versus sofa-bed. || Boneless. || Just like blogging. || A collection of cartographic objects from the thirteenth century onwards. (h/t, Things) || It’s a lot to unpack. || Aspiring to cliché. || She, not he, was deemed a “risk to the public.” || The Unspanked walk among us. || He wasn’t sure what they wanted him to do with it. || “Do not comment on my shit,” says she. || Today’s word is dupe. || Airport scenes. || Question asked. || It’s seasonal. || Just a touch more. || She teaches small children. || I’ll bet the ladies feel reassured. || That’s exactly how I would’ve done it. || What he said, and then some. || There was smoke, some shouting. || Hiking scenes. || “They needa give y’all refund.” || And finally, the joys of parenting.
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Migrating to new host. May take a day or so for all the behind-the-scenes activity to propagate to every corner of the internet.
Hope springs.
You’re going to need an updated site certificate (terminology?) so that visitors do not get security warnings from their browsers.
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The film is based on the 1990 New Yorker article “Coyote v. Acme” by Ian Frazier.
Excerpt can be found here.
Making cupcakes with a cow in the room.
Drive carefully.
“Traffic calming” they said.
“What?”
“What?“
Morning, all.
I’m waiting for the DNS propagation to complete. Once that’s done, the SSL will be integrated and no more scary warning. At the moment, I’m looking at a big map of the world, watching stragglers in Australia, Pakistan, and – [ squints ] – Cambridge, Ontario.
Oh, and the French, of course.
Other than the SSL, everything else seems fine so far. No slowdowns or outages that I can see. Whereas the Bluehost version of the blog has been up and down like a tart’s drawers.
As my dear, grey-haired grandma used to say.
It calls to mind the familiar theatre of surprise that anyone could have good reasons to take a different view. As if all relevant facts and conceivable arguments had already been considered, but without actually considering them.
Say, as when failing to express enthusiasm for Net Zero.
Not April Fool, and not on my Bingo card.
Full story.
Or, Psychologically Marginal People Turn Out To Be Psychologically Marginal.
[ Stares intently at DNS propagation map. ]
I’d forgotten the date.
Here, David, have some puppy dogs to help you through this technological headache.
I should say that the heavy lifting is being done by others. I’m basically writing a list of small details that require tweaking. Slightly mangled widgets and such.
It’s more a matter of me not being the world’s most patient man.
[ Stares intently at DNS propagation map. ]
[ Dabs brow. ]
At some point anecdotes become enough data from which conclusions can be drawn.
You’re not supposed to notice the patterns. Did you not get the memo?
Did you not get the memo?
No, I’ve been blinded by Science!™.
It’s a thing to behold.
April Fools Day 2016: Quilted Northern Rustic Weave: authentic, bespoke, raw, artisanally crafted toilet paper.
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GQ magazine, chock full of health, fashion, and lifestyle tips for discerning gentlemen offers a life hack of note.
Just how long ago did GQ start going downhill?