In compensation for wittering on about moderately obscure unix command-line follies, I offer what I believe to be the stereotyoped equivalent of powertools and race-cars. A male compensatory link will be given when I find one.
Now, when they say "If you are a Nyanko Cat or cake lover, you'll love this plush," do you think that they mean you'll love the Jumbo Nyanko Cat Party Cake Limited Edition Plush if you are a Nyanko Cat? I suppose it's possible... but I'm disturbed by how many of these items seem to be pushing a "cats are good food" theme. Possibly I'm reading too much into it, and the message is actually a "cats are good food if and only if you enjoy eating fabric".
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I made a flying visit to the incomparable Debz & Matt, and we discovered (a) that I have a lot of books on British mythology, and (b) Danish blackcurrant rum is good (tasting something like fruit mince pices), and would probably go quite well with shortbread. I didn't get to spend as much time as I would have liked talking about next year's KapCon LARP, but we did get some useful discussion done. :)
Another useful outcome from yesterday was that I may have sourced the upcoming chemistry student a bed, via the lovely Emba. Of course, since this means that the majority of the emails I've sent the woman are bed-focused, she may have formed a very odd, furniture-driven picture of me. :)
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Candy floss, left by itself, undergoes a weird tranformation into a brittle toffee-like substance. It's not as good, certainly, and I'd recommend eating candy floss (or "cotton candy" to our American readers, or "fairy floss" to some other unspecified group) fresh. But when you're trapped at work, and you find that you've absent-mindedly tucked a bag of candy floss in your coat pocket, well, it sometimes becomes necessary to eat sub-optimal candy.
[later] You know how you can tell you're going to regret doing some things, but you do them anyway? Yeah, well, in the same way I can no longer eat spoonfuls of sugar from the bowl, or toast-bread soaked with golden syrup, I don't think I should have tried to salvage the ex-floss. I guess I can only hope that you can all benefit by learning from my mistake.
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A friend suggested "Socratic restraint" as a replacement for "herculean restraint". As long as I don't have to drink hemlock or appear in a Keanu Reeves movie, I'm a relatively happy man.
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The Register is running an article about an Australian headmaster who is banning iPods from her school, on the basis that they're anti-social, which The Register spins as "they're never going to have fun or get laid". I wonder whether iPods are a schoolyard phenomenon in NZ yet...
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One final link - A Future That Loves Us. Choice quote:
"Deep Time purpose of science, technology, art, culture: to provide adventures of sufficiently seductive beauty to seduce humanity away from mass-suicide."
Posted by svend at March 28, 2005 1:23 PMOh, Svend ... silly silly boy. Surely your workplace has the ubiquitous vending machines filled with not-so-stale goodness?
Old cotton candy...blech. Fresh cotton candy is dodgy enough (like how I'm mixing my Americanisms with Kiwi-isms?). But stale floss stuffed in one's pocket? Dangerous!!!
Posted by: Jackie at March 28, 2005 3:33 PM
I find it hard to throw away food. This can be good, since it results in interesting leftover-inspired creations and saves me money that I'd otherwise fritter away on lunch... but it can be bad, since a half pasta/half brie dish is no-one's friend as a lunch, unless your after-lunch activities are limited to "lolling" and "feeling slightly blah".
Posted by: Svend at March 28, 2005 5:02 PMCotton candy is delicious no matter what its state. It reminds me of eating pink batts, but without the itchiness and emergency room fibre-glass removal.
You can make little compressed-cotton-candy figurines out of realtively fresh stuff. Then you can play chess with them.
mmmm... intellectual candy...
Posted by: phreq at March 29, 2005 12:06 PM