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Or, Return of the Honesty Box.
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Lookee, buttons.
And so the transitioning to a verb begins . . .
Muldoon – v. – the ability, by some paranormal means, to make otherwise reliable software function only intermittently.
Like a super-power, but quite shit.
And so the transitioning to a verb begins. . .
I see someone is jealous that my fame shall be everlasting.
OTOH, one does not put spaces between the three dots in an ellipsis or begin sentences with a preposition.
[ Teaspoon-rattling intensifies. ]
…to make otherwise reliable software function…
“Reliable” – I think you mean transreliable, looks vaguely like it, but not really.
[ Teaspoon-rattling intensifies. ]
I told you trying to run your computer on whale oil instead of coal would cause knocking in the steam piston and cause this whole place to start vibrating madly – unless, of course, that was a desired side effect.
It’s like the ending of Quatermass and the Pit back here.
It does rather capture the WordPress coding team in action.
[ Teaspoon-rattling now at catastrophic levels. ]
OK – drain the whale oil and go back to coal and increase the weights on the centrifugal speed governor. This will slow down the tape drives which are quite evidently out of balance.
I see a bright future coding at WordPress for this one.
Don’t mention the social contagion.
And don’t ask what it cost.
Students not identifying as male or female: the delusion is that these social fads are “free” when they can actually have serious costs. Back when I was in college in the US South, I would venture that those “undecided” were close to zero. Would you date someone who was unsure what sex they were? And what % of these fad followers got medical treatment?
Attention, citizen. Does your child have any pork or bacon in that sandwich?
One may not . . . I do.
So ‘wrongfood’ is a thing?
In other news, we are watching Evil Under the Sun.
More fun than Death on the Nile, I think.
I quite liked Finney as Poirot. Ustinov was too physically imposing for my taste & a bit ham-handed in his portrayal.
Date? I’d be uncertain about hiring someone that unstable.
I’m not a Christie purist, or even familiar with the Poirot books, so I can’t say. But it is camp fun.
We are all terrorists now.
Neither I. I just liked Murder on the Orient Express (1974). I didn’t dislike Death on the Nile (1978), but it just seemed a bit kitschy.
David Suchet
[ mic drop ]
Evil is worth watching just for Poirot’s pronunciation of the word pong.
Evil Under the Sun … how can you not love Roddy McDowell in his campy sailor suit costume, or Maggie Smith and Diana Rigg at their bitchy best?
Quatermass and the Pit and Quatermass 2 both arrived from interlibrary loan.
I’ll keep you in mind as I watch them.
Just the sort of thing a shill for Big Coal would say.
The best fuel is olive oil.
Just don’t ask what’s blocking the pipes.
Radioactive hump fat.
One may not . . . I do.
Then it is not an ellipsis, just a typographical nightmare.
TYPOGRAPHY FIGHT.
Can we argue about kerning, too?
I though about discussing ligatures, but thought better of it lest the BDSM crowd get all hot and bothered – I know the price of hamster urine is through the roof these says.
New, more efficient delivery systems are available.
Hyphen, en dash, or em dash? Don’t mention the semicolon.
It’s all kicking off now.
[ Orders sandbags, canned goods. ]
Oh, and by the way, the pears finally ripened.
Stand down red alert.
ustinov being “ham-handed”—are we allowed to say that now? Or “he’s a real ham” or “raining cats and dogs” or “its a dog’s life” or or or
gotta go for purity now to avoid offending
Can never find my interrobang when I need it
In these crazy times you really need an interrobangstick with select fire.
Also check the Internet Archives for old movies and videos. That way you won’t have to rewind the tape and return it to the libary.
Also check the Internet Archives for old movies and videos.
All three are available for streaming if you don’t mind the occasional irrelevant ad.
Nowadays I only have to rewind DVD’s. Got rid of the last tape in April.
…
It’s mildly jarring to re-read an sf novel written in the 80’s in which tapes are used.
Michael Flynn¹ commented on the pitfalls of writing near-future science fiction.
¹The author, not the general.
“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
There is a circle in Hell waiting for Barack Obama.
Would it be wrong to wish that the judge who cut him loose would himself get slashed?
Antenora.
Traitors. Yes.
Also:
Eighth Circle: Bolgia 8 Fraudsters and Bolgia 9 Sowers of Discord.
Joe Biden could fit in any of those, and also in Bolgia 5 of the Eight Circle, which is for corrupt politicians. Oh wait–how much did Obama’s wealth grow while in office? Hmmm.
Did someone mention typography strife?