Well an interesting day of this and that (mostly writing documentation) however it lead me to ponder some interesting ponderings, of which I will now offer three.
Firstly (although last in chronological order) I went to a talk today (it was really rather good) about various parts of Celtic stuff, and the issue of Taliesin of the Mabinogion was discussed. An interesting character whose changing of shapes, melting through various forms until he becomes nothing at all, and then final rebirth as a better being seemed quite interesting and made me ponder if I could rip that off and use it. We shall see.
Secondly (again working back chronologically) I read an interesting rant today. The Tour de Babal by Steve Yegge a writer with a style close to the kind I tend to achieve myself (unless I’m pushing myself to more presentable and objective works) with a good quick run down of a number of programming languages. Although I fear he drank the Emacs kool-aid I am interested by several of his statements, and he includes the following wonderful gem:
I could probably name 20 or 30 languages that are “better” than Perl, inasmuch as they don’t look like that Sperm Whale that exploded in the streets of Taiwan over the summer. Whale guts everywhere, covering cars, motorcycles, pedestrians. That’s Perl. It’s charming, really.
But Perl has many, many things going for it that, until recently, no other language had, and they compensated for its exo-intestinal qualities. You can make all sorts of useful things out of exploded whale, including perfume. It’s quite useful. And so is Perl.
— Steve Yegge
Simply wonderfully descriptive text :)
Thirdly (and the first revelation (again, I’ve had it before but never written about it) of the day) was when I was browsing my awesome selection of morning Webcomics and that they form a new form of Soap Opera for the webby masses. Perhaps not intrinsically designed to do so but effective in shifting adverts with readers being hooked onto cliff-hanger story-lines by the authors. Or at least thats one way of looking at it.
Regardless, enjoy, and comment on anything deemed comment worthy.
Well today I encountered grave legal peril relating to a group I find most amusing. (see also their new commercial… er… not safe for work probably).
Heres the first page that started it all: Rachel Bevilacqua‘s blog. This caused an entry at Bartholomew’s notes on religion. However I don’t read either of those.
I picked it up at BoingBoing.net and then later found out there was an official page from the SubGenii on the topic.
The whole situation is just… so strange, somehow it could almost be amusing if it wasn’t so serious (assuming that we can rely on the information provided by the party of the first part) and in my opinion sounds somewhat lacking in legal backing.
Essentially a Judge decided to ban a lady from communicating, even in writing, with her Child and leave it in care of her ex (the childs biological father) because she did some things he found shocking (and note that when she did them, the kid was miles away at the time).
Sounds a liiiiittle bit off to me. I’m definitely pondering offering some dollar to aid in whatever way is possible.
This hot on the heels of Pete Carroll suggesting some incredibly bland and boring people (okay, perhaps thats a lax interpretation) will crush us all to death politically, I can see it all happening now.
No really! Its fiiiiiiine (and perhaps I’ll post piccies at some point).
Spent the day being social with lovely odd people (ta all), and picked up a groovy Singing Bowl into the bargin, a wonderment of imagery (don’t ask) but more importantly a device capable of breaking down solid matter and then projecting it through space and who knows, perhaps even time itself!
Sorry couldn’t resist. Well perhaps not that last bit, but it makes a cool noise and is fun to play with.
In other news I also spent time this evening beating up some login scripts for someone since they were broken, a relaxing method of spending time.
However! All this pales besides the day I must announce, since I know no ones really got anything to do this week I consulted my pineal gland (stop being dirty) and Our Lady Eris did say “Schmuck! Don’t you remember last year when I told you this before! Its LEDKSD!”
“Of course!” (I cried). “I shall tell the masses through this new medium what I have acquired here!”. And so henceforth I do announce (with gratuitous exclamation marks and brackets):
Febuary 13th is officially “Lady Eris demands kinky sex day”
The day on which all Discordians (Well all Discordians who feel like it and who listen to me…) must (In so much as they “must” do anything else. Long live chaos — you are all free) celebrate life (or the fact that they’ve probably nothing better to do) by engaging in kinky sex (personal definitions of course apply), even if they’ve no one to do it with except themselves (or even except in the realm of imagination, its ok, Our Lady Eris doesn’t give a rats arse (She told me this too, no really, over breakfast and everything)).
So go forth and enjoy!