dglenn: Me in poufy shirt, kilt, and Darth Vader mask, playing a bouzouki (vader)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 10:53am on 2007-07-09 under ,

The difference between learning a language by reading a tutorial, and impatiently diving into it by just looking up a couple of command descriptions in a reference and glancing at some machine-generated code:

[my first experiment with the 'rotate' command in Postscript]

(Y'all can probably guess what I was trying for, right?)

Each time I go into a machine-generated PostScript file to tweak something (most recently to make six measures in the middle of a piece of music grey instead of black), the "I should really get off my ass and learn this language like I meant to do a decade ago instead of just poking at it" button gets pressed a little harder. If I weren't in the middle have so many other projects all distracting me from each other, maybe I'd get there.

Let's see how far I get this time. Though a couple of raster graphic formats I noticed are tugging at my attention today as well...

I hope to get around to replying to LJ comments later today, but I might get my head stuck in one of these projects, or I might get to see [info] anniemal, so no promises. By the way, the fan is running. I didn't have axle grease, but I figured petrolatum[*] was closer to that than anything else in the house (and the residue full of hair and dust that I wiped off when I disassembled it supported the axle grease idea). I'm giving it a nice little burn-in to see whether it burns up.

[*] I'll save you the trouble of looking it up: petroleum jelly, Vaseline. Cool word though, innit?

dglenn: Me in poufy shirt, kilt, and Darth Vader mask, playing a bouzouki (vader)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 10:51am on 2007-07-09 under ,

The difference between learning a language by reading a tutorial, and impatiently diving into it by just looking up a couple of command descriptions in a reference and glancing at some machine-generated code:

[my first experiment with the 'rotate' command in Postscript]

(Y'all can probably guess what I was trying for, right?)

Each time I go into a machine-generated PostScript file to tweak something (most recently to make six measures in the middle of a piece of music grey instead of black), the "I should really get off my ass and learn this language like I meant to do a decade ago instead of just poking at it" button gets pressed a little harder. If I weren't in the middle have so many other projects all distracting me from each other, maybe I'd get there.

Let's see how far I get this time. Though a couple of raster graphic formats I noticed are tugging at my attention today as well...

I hope to get around to replying to LJ comments later today, but I might get my head stuck in one of these projects, or I might get to see [info] anniemal, so no promises. By the way, the fan is running. I didn't have axle grease, but I figured petrolatum[*] was closer to that than anything else in the house (and the residue full of hair and dust that I wiped off when I disassembled it supported the axle grease idea). I'm giving it a nice little burn-in to see whether it burns up.

[*] I'll save you the trouble of looking it up: petroleum jelly, Vaseline. Cool word though, innit?

dglenn: Me in poufy shirt, kilt, and Darth Vader mask, playing a bouzouki (vader)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 03:29am on 2007-06-18 under ,
"G'night! Drive safe!"
"Safely! It's 'Drive safely'!"
"But it's an idiom; 'Drive safe' is an idiom ..."
"I know, but it's an idiom that drives me batty.
Forsake the idiom!"
[*pout*] "Okay, fine: idiom forsook."
[*glare*] "Argh!!!"
[*grin*]
dglenn: Me in poufy shirt, kilt, and Darth Vader mask, playing a bouzouki (vader)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 03:27am on 2007-06-18 under ,
"G'night! Drive safe!"
"Safely! It's 'Drive safely'!"
"But it's an idiom; 'Drive safe' is an idiom ..."
"I know, but it's an idiom that drives me batty.
Forsake the idiom!"
[*pout*] "Okay, fine: idiom forsook."
[*glare*] "Argh!!!"
[*grin*]
dglenn: Cartoon of me playing electric guitar (debtoon)

They say that it is good to learn at least one new thing each day. Yesterday I learned that rush hour traffic exists (on I95 and the Capitol Beltway) on Saturdays. (Non, je ne comprends pas ... [how do you say 'either'?])

Today I learned that if you screw up badly enough, you can get Cheddar cheese to burn with a visible flame (yellow, by the way), instead of just quietly turning black and smoking. Surprisingly, breakfast was still rather tasty ... but unsurprisingly, the house now smells funny. (Sorry, B.)


The thing about falling snow is that even at its absofuckinglutely most annoying, it's still pretty. (The same cannot be said for already-fallen snow, as one of its more annoying modes occurs when it's all dingy and ooky-looking. *shrug*)


Cursed be those who use rare or nonstandard screw threads on things for which users will need to obtain large numbers of screws later. Fie on them! *ptui*


Apparently my bass is only too quiet when [livejournal.com profile] maugorn is present. Other times I'm told it's too loud. (The word I got last night was that the bass parts sounded really cool, but I drowned out the bouzouki and the drum. Whoops. In other news, the fingertips of my left hand are really sore now, after spending a big chunk of Friday night on bass guitar and the second half of last night's gig on double bass. (The marathon strip-the-willow set felt like it was going to kill my arm and/or a few of the dancers, who were having too much fun to stop dancing even as one of them later said he was trying to remember the location of the nearest hospital in case he danced himself into a heart attack.)


Related to the preceeding item, I've realized that completely filled mixers make me nervous, even when the mixer is filled simply because it's exactly the size we need. (And brand new, so having a channel suddenly die on us was unlikely.) I just get unreasonably twitchy knowing that there's no room left to plug in anything else. It worked out just fine (except for not turning up the drum and bouzouki when I started tugging at the bass); the 'problem' is a personal mental one.


I need more comfortable dressy flat shoes. The ones I wear to visit Mom and for coat-and-tie gigs (last night was coat-and-tie-and-kilt) are nowhere near as comfortable as my pumps, my medieval/Celtic shoes, or even my winter boots. I probably shouldn't wear shoes that make my feet hurt; I've got a surplus of physical pain in my life already.

Not that I'm likely to get around to doing anything about that until/unless I start needing to wear those shoes significantly more often than I do now.


And more 'news' than 'observation': I think Perrine has forgiven me for Friday. She was mad at me all of Saturday. But since what she was annoyed about was my having left her alone for so long and feeding her really, really, really late, she couldn't express her anger by snubbing me -- she needed her togetherness fix. So she sat on my hip in bed, and later curled up by my ankles, but glowered at me whenever we were both awake, and refused to take treats from me. Today she seems her normal self, even wanting to play a while before breakfast (despite having given me the "I'm hungry" signal as I woke up). Playing "pounce on the disappearing string" with her as I was falling asleep last night may have helped. (I poked a scrap piece of rawhide lace out from under the blanket and slowly reeled it back in, giving her a chance to pounce and grab it as it disappeared, thrusting her paws under the blanket to catch it. Perrine likes that game.)

So my cat was mad at me, but she couldn't punish me by ignoring me without making herself more unhappy. (Fortunately she did not reach the peeing-on-things level of feline annoyance.)

Let's see -- I left the house last Sunday and returned home on Wednesday. Then I dared to leave the house again on Thursday -- only for a couple of hours to get my guitar picks (er ... fingernails) repaired and shop (unsuccessfully) for screws (fie, I say!), but she didn't know that as I was leaving. Friday evening I went to [livejournal.com profile] silmaril's birthday party and stayed late, including the aforementioned missed feeding, and yesterday I bustled about clearly preparing to leave the house yet again. And Perrine hates it when I leave. (Yes, my cat is a bit clingy. When I first got her, she followed me around from room to room for several days straight, waking up to follow me if I stood up while she was sleeping. Abandonment issues? She was wearing a collar but starving to death when I found her on my back porch.)

What she'd do if I had a regular job, I do not know. Every time I take a shower, she tries to pin me to the bed with her cat-gravity before I can put clothes on, and gets all "I need to be Petted and Scritched a WHOLE LOT, Right NOW", because she knows that showering and getting dressed usually means Leaving The House, which she doesn't want me to do. This doesn't usually stop me, of course. It just makes me wish she coped better with my going away every so often, as most humans have to do.


And since I've mentioned cat gravity, I've been pondering a slightly different explanation than the one put forth by Robin Wood. I'm thinking that super-heroes are, in gravitic terms, anti-cats. That is, we often see super-heroes (and super-villains) performing feats that require not only the great strength so many super-heroes are known for, but also incredible inertial mass. No matter how strong you are, if you mass ten slugs (~300# on Earth) and get smacked by an automobile massing a dozen times as much (a couple of tons) going thirty or forty miles per hour, well regardless of how strong (and indestructible) you are, you're going to be accelerated ("flung" might be a better word) far more than the car will be slowed by hitting you. To stop the car, you'll need womdigious amounts of friction between you're colourful boots and the pavement (and crouch to line up the force vectors just right so that you don't just get knocked over or lifted into the air), or an inertial mass close to or exceeding that of the vehicle.

(Superman, and other super-heroes who can fly via unexplained propulsion or by gadgetry (so this would include Iron Man, but not Storm[*] or Angel) could be argued not to be constrained by this analysis, as they could counter the force of impact with whatever propulsive force enables them to fly. So we'll have to look for other evidence to determine whether Mr. Kent (and possibly Mr. Stark's powered armour) are similarly anti-feline[**].)

But these same super-heroes are often seen walking or standing on surfaces that would not be able to withstand the pressure of that much weight over the area of the soles of their shoes, and when they climb into an automobile we do not see the suspension bottom out (with the exception of a few individuals already known to be unusually heavy, such as The Blob). Therefore their gravitational mass must be much less than their inertial mass, precisely the opposite of the effect observed in cats!

(Again, those with the power of mysteriously-propelled flight are not covered in this argument, as they could counter their weight by "flying" at zero altitude. But here, Mr. Stark's boot-jets would not exempt him.)

Therefore, assuming that the different kinds of mass must add up to the same quantity over a large area, we should be able to predict approximately how many super-heroes -- at least of the non-flying variety -- there are, by counting up the feline population and measuring the average difference between feline inertial mass and feline gravitational mass and estimating the difference between inertial and gravitational masses of typical super-heroes. Once we determine how many cats are needed to cancel out one super-hero, we can estimate how many still un-heard-of super-powered individuals are waiting to come out of the closet er ... phone booth.

Hmm. This suggests that spay-and-neuter campaigns have the side effect of reducing the number of super-heroes and super-villains being born[***]. But that may not be a bad thing -- have you noticed how much of a mess super-battles tend to make? Cats can do a hell of a lot of damage to furniture and carpets and anything that can be knocked off a table, but how many cats would it take to smash as many cars as a typical encounter between Mr. Parker and Dr. Octavius?


In the future, we should also calculate the energy expenditures of super-heroes and figure out how much time they would need to spend eating in order to have that many calories of metabolic energy available to them. Anybody feel like tackling that one?


[*] Of course, Storm could summon a perfectly-timed tornado-force gust of wind -- more of a microburst -- to stop the speeding car, but that's a different sort of maneuver.

[**] What's the best word to use for this concept, "anti-feline", "contra-feline", "counter-feline", or something else? "Felinverse"?

[***] Or created through exposure to meteorites, freak chemical accidents, irradiation, or arachnid bites.

dglenn: Cartoon of me playing electric guitar (debtoon)

This just showed up in my mailbox, un-credited. [Edit: It took asking Google three different ways and then Googling additional clues as they turned up in a sort of breadcrumb-trail, but I think it's by Andy Borowitz (the original has one extra "in other news" paragraph at the end), a slight reworking of what he posted for last year's SotU.] My favourite bit is the very last line.

Breaking News

Bush's State of the Union Address to be Simulcast in English
President Hopes to Reach Broader Audience, Aides Say

For the first time since he was elected president of the United States, George W. Bush's State of the Union address tonight will be simulcast in English, the White House confirmed.

With the public unenthusiastic about the president's plan to send a "surge" of troops to Baghdad, the decision to simulcast the speech in English was widely seen as an attempt by Mr. Bush to make an appeal to a broader audience.

"The majority of people in this country are English speaking, and quite frankly, we can't afford to ignore them any longer," White House spokesperson Tony Snow said. "Hopefully, by doing the English simulcast, we'll be reaching out to a lot of those folks."

Once the decision was made earlier in the month to launch the historic first English simulcast of a speech by President Bush, then began the hard work of translating the text of the address from Mr. Bush's language into English.

Davis Logsdon, a professor of linguistics at the University of Minnesota, was one of several scholars approached to do the translation who ultimately quit in frustration.

"The problem is that the language the president speaks, by most measures, is not a language at all," Professor Logsdon said.

In his speech, President Bush is expected to downplay setbacks in Iraq and will instead highlight the accomplishments of his six years in office, including his historic decision to cancel the agreement between nouns and verbs.

Also, a big thank you to [livejournal.com profile] ohiblather for my new icon! (And the conveniently-timed satire to forward means I don't have to lablel this a GIP ("gratuitous icon post"). Heh.)

dglenn: My face, wearing black beret, with guitar neck in corner of frame (pw34)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 11:59pm on 2007-01-04 under ,

Hmm. Something I heard on television tonight needs to go in a quote-of-the-day for 2009-01-02. (It will both amuse me and scare me a little if any of y'all can figure out the reference from just those two clues.)

dglenn: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (cyhmn)

For the past couple of hours, I have had a song stuck in my head that's in a language I don't speak. But that's not the annoying part; it's that I only know the chorus, so it's "sing chorus / hum verse / sing chorus / hum verse / sing chorus / hum jazz variation on verse / sing chorus / hum funk variation on verse / sing chorus / hum newage variation on verse ..." ad nauseum (and yes, the language in question is Latin, and yes, did that on purpose).

Fortunately, it's a very well known song, so Googling the lyrics will be quite easy. But memorizing them will have to wait until I'm not busy shuffling computer equipment around the first floor.

Though it does occur to me that maybe the reason I got the words of the chorus so firmly stuck in my head is that they're pretty darned transparent to an English-speaker who doesn't know Latin (er ... after someone else provides the translation of the one unobvious word, which is also the only word in the title, that is). That's not true of the verses. And by now I figure most of you have already narrowed your guesses down to one song, probably correctly.

Actually, this is better than what was looping through my brain before it. You see, I'd heard one too many commercials using "The Twelve Days of Christmas" as a melody, and some part of my, I dunno, cerebellum or cortex or something, decided to stage a revolt. So I started thinking things like,

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me ...
       Wait a minute, you never came home on the seventh day!
I didn't?
               No, she's right, you didn't.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love said to me:
        You're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, as drunk as drunk can be...

Which when I pondered just how evil it was, morphed into:

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love said to me,
"What are these four strange calling-birds where Tweety used to be?"
I said, "You're drunk, you're drunk ..." etc.

So now that I've ruined that for you, I'll show mercy and put that other tune, the one I started off rambling about, back into your heads instead. [Wanders off, singing.]

Gaudete, Gaudete, Christus est natus
Ex Maria Virgine, Gaudete!

Dee dee dee dee da da dum
Da da dee dee dee dum
Dee dee da da do do dum
Da da dee dee dee dum...
dglenn: Photo of clouds shaped like an eye and arched eyebrow (sky-eye)

I should not be awake now. [I started writing this at 4:30.] I've documented my recent data and gotten Perrine to put a pawprint on the signature line attesting that she knows I only slept for one hour, and I'm sure I'm entitled to compensation (especially since this is the second night in a row and severalth time in a twomonth), but I don't know where to send the complaint forms. I can't find the Sandman's office in the blue pages of the phone book. (I'm not even certain which department I should be looking under -- Health & Social Services, right?).

So in frustration at my addled-sleep-addled* brain, I've weighed my options, having chosen to stick to the traditional emotional responses this morning. From the "suggestions for acting out" table on the "feel grumpy and put-upon" mood response page in the "traditional responses" section of the manual**, I picked "the world" as my primary acting-out target and "other members of the class you feel wronged by" -- in this case, brains -- as my secondary target.

So I'm going to describe a game that came into my AddledSleepAddled brain while I was composing the first paragraph, which I somehow managed not to forget again while inventing the second paragraph. It's a game for brains. For the brains of musicians.

Play a duet using the largest and smallest members of an instrument family -- e.g.: piccolo flute and bass flute; ukelele and bass guitar***; slide trumpet and bass trombone (or bass sackbutt -- I think those are prettier and I like the sound); bongos and tympani; garklein and extended great double contrabass recorder; bombard and bassoon. Or possibly extend the boundaries of 'family' a bit: mandolin and double bass; soprano natural trumpet and anaconda****. The thing is, every few measures, the musicians have to swap instruments with each other, so their hands have to adjust from tinycrampedfingerpositions T O . . . G R E A T . . . B I G . . . S P R E A D S. Bonus for picking transposing instruments in different keys and using sheet music all written at concert pitch. Finally, each time the tune repeats, it's played transposed by a fifth up or a fourth down (depending on what will fit on the instruments being used), but it's not transposed on paper -- you have to sight-transpose from the starting key.

First one to fail to play on her turn due to lack of skill, falling down with a giggle-fit, or a hand cramp, is out. Whether that makes her the winner or the loser ... I don't know and don't care, as long as one of the musicians makes that each-side-of-the-face-having-a-different-reaction -- half-startled, half-WTF, half-wincing, half-confused as to why the math doesn't add upF [], that means that somewhere inside that person's head a synapse exploded in a burst of cheesy special effects with Kirk and Spock standing nearby making tickmarks on their lists of statements and puzzles lethal to computers equipped with speech recognition, completely unaware that in their smug self-assurance at the inherent superiority of organothinkers over mechanothinkers, they are standing inside a rapidly crumbling metaphor inside an organic brain providing what could be used by some cyber-rights agitators as evidence of the opposite of what they think they're proving. Where was I? Back about eighty words. Thanks. Wait, who are you? Don't ask -- you don't want another nested footnote, do you? Mu. ... synapse exploded, bruising neurons and those little star shaped thingies I can never remember the names of[yup, another footnote after all] and generally producing a response along the lines of "My brain hurts" or, if I'm really lucky and am still in my "Must Hurt Other Brains To Cow My Own Into Behaving officially, but really just because I'm feeling grumpy and want to be mean" mood, "Ow, I think I just spraned my brane!" (all the better if I can hear the misspellings -- I know a few people who can pull that off). If you manage to take out the brains of anyone in the audience as you go down, so much the better.

Then perhaps I will feel I have adequately shared the pain, in my grumpiness at having spontaneously woken after a mere hour of sleep.

So quickly, let's get some volunteers in here so I can get back to sleep!


PEDAL TONESoh no, not again

* In case any of you are just as sleepy, I mean "addled by having had my sleep addled". Or if you prefer, "[(addled sleep) addled] brain". "My addled-by-addled-sleep brain." One could also make a case for, "my sleep(addled) addled brain," if one wished to try one's luck, or "my secondarily sleep-addled brain," but that suggests that sleep was the addler, rather than the addlement of the sleep addling the brain, I must add. Of course, choosing between AAS, SSA, and ASA drew my mind back to ninth-grade geometry class, and the various theorems used for determining congruence. I elected to go with "addled-sleep addled brain" because the symmetry appealed to me, and because I have a vague recollection THAT I'M TOO DAMN SLEEPY TO VERIFY BY WORKING THROUGH IT, BECAUSE I'M FEELING SO A.S.A, that the angle-side-angle theorem was a little easier to prove than the others.

** No, you can't borrow it -- do you know how hard it is to find one of these? And even when you get one from the source, they won't send you the manual until your warranty has already expired, so it's no wonder so many people are looking for the instruction manual. Interesting that it turned out to be a lot like a manual for an RPG. (Hmm. First edition, and it came with a large stack of numbered errata slips, and some of the numbers are missing, so I don't know where all the mistakes are. And waitaminute, all of the pages about gender had a printing problem and came out blurry in my copy. WTF? Anyone know where I can get a copy of the second edition? Did they change the Wandering Opportunities Table much in 2ed?

*** Technically, at least by musicotaxonomists (or are they taxonomusicologists?) the ukelele is classed as a type of guitar. (And the bass guitar should really be called the double-bass guitar, since it's the same range as the double bass viol ("doghouse bass", "upright bass", "bull fiddle"). That's why a "tenor guitar" is smaller than what we XXth/XXIst Century folks think of as a "regular" guitar. The standard guitar is a bass instrument ... sort of ... er, like the, ah, piano is a, um, bass instrument. I'm a gonna go lissen to some wailing, screaming classsic rock guitar solos now, where my favourite bass inatrument plays way above the treble staff (even accounting for the fact that guitars, bass guitars, and double basses play an octave lower than written).

**** Yes, the anaconda is in fact an extremely large serpent (IIRC, they were made of brass instead of wood) and that was the name some people used for them, not something I made up trying to be cute. Well, okay, it was something I said trying to be cute, but right after I said it the person I was talking to pointed to a page in a book showing that I'd had yet another joke stolen by yet another time traveller (okay, maybe not, since they didn't have time travel back then[see: how to use a fake missing footnote after a clearly incorrect statement to see who tries to retcon it]) and the "anaconda" name got play before I was even chicken-scratches on my designer's drafting table. So don't blame me for that one even though it's all my fault. Unless it makes your brain/brane hurt, in which case the DM will give me +2 glee points if you blame me.

F Unless, of course, both musicians experience brainsprain at the same moment, and divvy up the facial expressions between them.

Well, five asterisks in a row looked unwieldy, and I didn't trust the cantilever (can't have that row of asterisks break off and scatter themselves all down your screen, confusing things, can we? Or worse yet, overbalance the whole word so that it tips forward and slides out of position? That would never do. So I borrowed a trick from Roman Numerals, but I wasn't sure what symbol should mean five asterisks. I use a Remington keyboard layout, I noted that 'V' is down two rows on the diagonal then left two, from 'I'. So I started at '*', ran my finger down two on the diagonal then left two, and landed at 'F'. So "F:*::V:I", and presto, I had a shorter footnote without having to go back and change the first four to digits.

[yeah, one more footnote anyhow] "Astrocytes". Somebody less sleepy go make a pun tying astrocytes to asterisks in the context of this document. ("My God, it's full of stars!")

seven and a half "Do you feel lucky? I know what you're thinkin': was that thirteen commas in that footnote, or fourteen? Do I have one more left to comma-splice you with?

[said the bowl of petunias] "Foot" "Notes". Am I not clever? What? It's juvenile and predictable? Why, I ... I ... Look, gimme a break, I only got <whine>one measly hour of sleep</whine> [Error: invalid mood pseudo-tag, author must fix or be laughed at. Attempt to imply separate whining section in an entry written entirely for the purpose of whining. Raw contents next door.] And I had to do something to remind folks that the inspiration for this entry was the clever musical game[Warning: Narrative inconsistent withSHADDAP, YOU! I'm tryin' ta finish up a journal entry here! *ahem* Was the mental imaage of the clever musical game, not the poor sleep[Warning: NarrSHUT. UP. Or I'll drive through your datacenter with e biggest damn electromagnet I can put on my car! [Note: According to MapQuest, Six Apart is 2819 miles from you by road, with an estimated driving time of 41 hours 26 minutes. The edge of your rage will be blunted by the time you arrive. Pbbbbbbbt!] Okay, fine. I was pretty much finished and ready to post this anyhow.

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posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 05:26am on 2006-06-24 under ,

"The Mediterranean is also commonly confused with a vagina because of their many similar characteristics, listed as follows:

  • hot
  • wet
  • small opening at one end one must squeeze through
  • entry is easier if you placate the power just above the opening
  • all the way in is a place that has birthed entire races
  • said area also erupts in periodic bloodshed

-- from the Uncyclopedia entry about the vagina

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posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 05:25am on 2005-11-12 under ,

"Most statisticians agree, however, that things in paintings are only 12% more likely to exist than things that aren't in paintings, and things in Renaissance era literature are actually 26% less likely to exist, [...]" -- from the Uncyclopedia article, "Weapons that don't exist but should" (under the heading, "Feather of Death")

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posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 05:39pm on 2005-10-02 under , , ,

[livejournal.com profile] polykleitos wrote (and yes, this is how far behind I am on my LJ reading): "When you see this, post something original, in your own words, that isn't a quote from anywhere. Please." Therefore ...

Though no thing be new beneath the sun,
I did not quote these lines from anyone.
If any other hath spoken similarly
I blame it all on synchronicity.

I guess this would also be a good time to post a link to the (intentionally) self-defeating meme someone on my friends list put up, but I've lost track of who it was or which of my myriad open browser windows I might have left it open in. Whoops. And I can't just copy it from memory because the instructions say not to do that, of course. [Edit: found it. I figure linking to it doesn't violate the letter of the instructions, even if it does sort of try to sidle past the intent.]

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posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 05:25am on 2005-09-12 under ,

"I love making plurals of the word 'octopus'. It's 'octopuses' if you treat it like an English word. It's 'octopi' if you treat it like a Latin word (which is isn't, but a lot of people treat it like it is, because the Latin language stole it from Greek). It's 'octopodes' if you treat it like a Greek word (which it is, but it's been a long time since we stole it, so there). It's 'octopods' if you're just being a little bit geeky - it's derived from the taxonomic name- and it's 'octopussies' if you're being a lot silly. I admit to making up octopuddykittens." -- [livejournal.com profile] tamnonlinear, 2005-04-15

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posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 09:55pm on 2005-07-14 under , ,

Clearly still sleep-deprived: caught a tune playing in my head that I'm pretty sure I've never heard on the radio -- "Gaudete" as sung by a sheep and cat chorus.

Baaa baaa baaaa baa baa baaa ba-baa ba-baa baaa
Baaa baaa baaaa ba-baa ba-baa ba-baaa baaaa
   Mew-mew-mew-mew-mew-mew-mew
   Mew-mew-mew-mew meeeow
   Mew-mew-mew-mew-mew-mew-mew
   Mew-mew-mew-mew meeeow

Warning: do not operate brain without adequate sleep or cooling; damage to self or others may result.

(What's that crackling sound?)

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posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 08:23am on 2005-07-14 under ,

Popped into my head as I bounced twixt sleep and wake -- how "The Twelve Days Of Summer" might start:

'Tis the season to be shedding
   Lots of little clumps of black cat fur...

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