I make stuff up for a laugh.
I have weird friends. Or rather, they have me and I… No.
It is twenty-six years to the day since I found this image.
One of the things that seems to define life events for me is the smell of fresh coffee.
Elsenet (as said once in 1995 on The Well, by someone who probably quite liked Bruce Sterling books and had a pile of Mondo 2000 mags) someone was pondering-out-loud (Twitter.
The ancient m/b, which I had managed to keep mostly working by throwing a SSD and lots of memory at, finally couldn’t keep up with the weight of the JS required to make FB work.
I’ve been in absolute pieces wrt SOPHIE and I have been struggling for an even slightly rational explanation, but I think it’s about multiple wolves.
The last few weeks I have been regularly moved to tears by the toast-rack in one of the kitchen drawers.
(This is a C&P from an aged LJ post, inspired by some tangenteering on someone else’s FB.
I’m not sure I should bother others with weird dreams because they’re usually meaningless, but this one was, well…
One of the things that I’m doing at work is hacking on our VM-build rig so that is it less terrible to use.
Many years ago, when plotting my escape from VBCnet (ISP. Run by a Vietnam vet, which was, um, interesting) I went for an interview at something called X-Stream.
The other thing that happened in the recent past was that we beetled off to the US.