Eg vil gjerne uttrykka mi misnøye med kommunikasjonssvikt i kollektivet, særleg når det fører til at straumrekningar ikkje vert betalte og at Hafslund dermed nappar ut kontakten.
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Desse skal opp mot veggen når revolusjonen kjem:
- Folk som syklar feil veg i sykkelfeltet.
- Bilistar som ikkje brukar blinklys.
- Musikarar som lagar sommarhit.
Bloody vikings.
The spam bastards have found me again, but the spamcatcher built-in in Wordpress seems to work nicely. Very nicely. Not that I had much legitimate comment traffic in the first place.
I dag hatar eg datamaskinar. Dei som har lyst til å vita kvifor kan prøva å få convert(1) til å konvertera ei EPS-fil til høgoppløyst PNG.
På lista over ting eg ikkje likar å oppdaga står m.a. det at fiolinkassa har stått under ein liten lekkasje i sommar, slik at kasse med innhald har blitt fuktig, slik at a) det gror sopp på fele, boge og hakestøtte og b) bogen blir mjuk og mistar spensten. I går kveld brukte eg ei god stund på å demontera fiolinen, vaska over med sprit, og setja ihop igjen. Bogen er merkbart dårlegare enn før, både i hårfeste og spenst. Kva treverket i fiolinen syntest om å vera vått veit eg ikkje heilt, men eg trur i alle fall eg fekk rydda vekk soppen som grodde på halsen. Så er det berre å sjå kva som skjer med lyden i instrumentet. Det blir neppe ei forbetring, men så har jo heller aldri fela lått vent i mine hender.
For a couple of weeks I’ve been pestered with comment spam about online poker. Since I can’t trivially and legally find and gore whoever is responsible, I instead hacked a crude badword check into the commit script. It seems to work, of sorts. I’m not sure whether the Movable Type lisence allows me to distribute the code or even make it in the first place. But for now I can rest knowing that my new spam-stopper and my old database cleaner seem to work well enough. Pity I didn’t understand the trackback database files, because that sort of stuff is also quite bad. So I’ve just blocked trackbacks, since they don’t seem all that useful here.
Folk på kullet mitt blir stadig vekk ferdige. Og her sit eg, slasken.
February: Applied for International Space University grant to attend SSP in Canada this summer.
March: Offered admission provided approved for grant. Approved for grant. I da man!
April: Realized no fucking way will Master’s be finished in mid-June. Turned down grant.
I suck.
LaTeX is nice. Very nice. Until you need to a install a package manually. Then guru-competence and psychic abilities are assumed, as well as easy access to goat herds and a very large altar. Read the CTAN installation guidelines, and note particularly how to install a font.
My honour is lost. I was defeated by a Kinder-überraschung. Couldn’t find out where to put the rubber band without looking at the instructions. Must now drink Coffee Cup Of Shame.
Some clever soul has discovered that also weblogs can be spammed. A consequence is that every now and then some moron posts a pornographic spam “comment” or ten to one of my log entries. I delete them when they show up, but I do expect it’s automated, which means that these bastards can easily clog all the world’s weblogs in a day if they want to.
When I am king, spamming will be punishable by death. Method of execution will involve blindfolds, racks, small bottomless steel cages strapped to stomachs and very very hungry hamsters.
