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Something Awful’s Fashion SWAT
This is an easy genre to do, but a hard one to do well: making fun of men’s fashions of the past. Something Awful just raised the bar with this installment of “Fashion SWAT”: Zack: “Women will attend to yachting duties, men will gather at the ship’s fore section for a 9 minute smiling break.”…
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“Welcome back from the field! Now where’s my turkey pot pie?”
“Suppose one of you has a servant who is plowing or looking after the sheep. When he comes in from the field, do you tell him to hurry along and eat his meal? Of course not! Instead, you say to him, ‘Get my supper ready, then put on your apron and wait on me while…
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The shoe-leather markup
A couple of years ago, in a burst of enthusiasm for Geocaching, I stopped at an Army-Navy store on 30th street and asked if they carried ammo cans. The guy behind the counter, a tall West African guy, nodded sagely, then ran out the front door. Five minutes later, as I was just about to…
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Guerilla Drive-In Update: No @#$@# Disney films outdoors!
I’m now the proud owner of a gently-used Eiki 16MM film projector, which I intend to use to actually have some Guerilla Drive-In showings this spring and summer. I’ve gotten inspired again after looking at the images thrown by 16MM projectors, and how incredibly cool and summer-y they are. I plan on cobbling together a…
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Testing Flickr’s MovableType interface
2005-02-09 010 Originally uploaded by tikaro. This is a test of Lydia saying “Uh-OOOOOH”, which she likes to do while making a suckerfish face. It’s pretty damn cute. Anyhow, I’m trying to blog this using Flickr’s hook to MovableType. Let’s see if it works!
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The center CAN hold, and WILL, damn it!
I managed to blow my blog away last week, in the process of trying to get a big-chair development environment set up: LOCAL LAPTOP: Eclipse connects to a Subversion repository on the central server, checks out files to a local Apache 2 wwwroot, where PHP talks to a local MySQL database. When dev work is…
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“The Greatest Generation” seems to apply to spaniels, too.
In June of 2000, after my great-grandfather’s second wife had passed away, leaving behind many of his personal effects, I came into possession of an Army Signal Corps photograph of him in full regalia (I think he used to call it the “bus driver photo.”) When I pulled the picture out of the frame, I…
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Freud, Lacan, Leviticus, and Vincent Price
I am blessed with a hip and talented family. In addition to my UFO-hunter father written about below, I will now brag about the following other men in my family*: My father-in-law. ‘Nough said. My brother-in-law Matt can make a flawless Billy Idol sneer (additional points for difficulty when doing so while wearing a sombrero.)…
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My Own Doc Emmet Brown. With Mind Lasers.
When I am old, and I pad my life story with outrageous lies designed to make my grandchildren think that I was a cross between Tom Swift and the Last of the Pirate Fighters*, there are a few stories that I won’t have to make up. Like how, when I was young, my dad was…
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Invisible dotted lines on invisible (punctured) pipes
I’ve been a fledgling furnace-fighter for two or three months, now — our 167,000-BTU Bryan hot-water boiler system in the basement is about thirty years old (it has an operating life of about twenty years, so it’s on borrowed time), and is a source of nostalgia and amusement to the contractors we’ve had in to…
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