Author: Karel Kerezman

  • Pretentious Mirror Mix Project, Part One

    As promised, here’s the first installment of my brilliant idea. It’s a there-and-back-again music set using the same artists on the way back as on the way out, in suitably reversed order. I cheated in one particular case, but it was a case of “close enough” as well as “look, he just didn’t put out that many albums, okay?”

    So. Enjoy, if you’re so inclined.

    [audio:PMMP-1.mp3]

    If the gods are kind, I’ll have the second half posted tomorrow night…

  • Sometimes I lose control of my ambition.

    First, I wasn’t going to post anything so I could goof off and listen to music. Someone on my LJ friends list requested a mix tape disc archive and I figured I should get my brain percolating on ideas for what to include.

    Then, I thought I should work on a playlist for a new music mix post, since I’ve been pondering making more of those. Even though nobody seems to like them much, hey, it’s my damned site and I’ll post music mixes if I jolly well feel like it. So there, and stuff.

    Once I started assembling the playlist, I had a brainstorm. The brilliant idea will require a fair bit of additional work, but I figured I could do that on Thursday night and have the setup all done tonight.

    Finally, I got carried away and assembled the first part of the project tonight. I’d just post the silly thing… but my computer’s still saving the compressed mixdown file, and I need to get to bed.

    Ahem.

    So, some time between now and bedtime on Thursday I should have at least half of the silly project posted. Watch for it, won’t you?

  • This year needs a time-out.

    Let’s see… Arthur C Clarke is gone, the Killer Death Flu Of Death has made merry havoc for everyone I know over the last couple of months, fuel prices keep going upward, taxes are hitting me (and a few others) harder than they did last year, I rarely see more than a couple of my friends anymore, I’ve lost touch with several others entirely, I still can’t find comfortable sheets for my bed, I’m getting older and creakier, every one of my computers has some kind of annoying problem getting in the way of my doing what I actually want to use them for, nearly everything worth watching anymore is old stuff, let’s not even go into the fact that there hasn’t been a movie worth seeing in the theater since mid-2007, and, and, and…

    2008? You can go sit in the corner. Don’t come out until you can play nice.

    Because I said so. That’s why.

    Year of the Rat, my ass.

  • Hungry Veritas is hungry.

    I’ve been multitasking heavily all day. At one point I used my console connection to this server to look up some port-to-service mappings. (Firewall logs at my employer’s colocation facility showed a couple of minor anomalies. I was tasked with tracking them down.) The grep session gave me more results than I needed, but I did find the desired information so I left the terminal session be and moved on to other things.

    I just came back from foraging for foodstuffs, sat down, looked at the laptop screen and thought for a moment that my server had become possessed by LOLcats. At the tail end of the results from earlier, something that originally escaped my notice:

    nomdb 13786/tcp # Veritas-nomdb
    nomdb 13786/udp # Veritas-nomdb

    Perhaps I’ve been reading too many cat macros, because I should not be seeing “NOM NOM NOM NOM” when perusing the /etc/services file…

  • The (Abbreviated) Coffee Shop Sketch

    With apologies to the venerable Monty Python, what follows is a barely-embellished account of my experience a few minutes ago at Ye Olde Purveyors Of Hot Stimulating Beverages…

    “Hello, what can I get for you this morning?”

    “Hmm. How about a chonga bagel?”

    “Sorry, we’re out.”

    “The other one, the Hawaiian bagel?”

    “We’re all out of bagels.”

    “Right. Sandwiches, then. I’ll take a sausage breakfast sandwich.”

    “Ah, we’re out of those too.”

    “Well, that’s a bit disappointing. You know, I’ll try something new and have the ham sandwich.”

    “Actually…”

    “Wow. You know, I’m starting to feel like I should turn and shout at the band to stop that bloody singing. But there’s no band here.”

    “Huh?”

    “Never mind. What sandwiches do you have?”

    “We have the pepper bacon!”

    “One of those, then, thanks.”

    It then took several minutes for the girl to make my cocoa, not because it was particularly busy but because she stopped down for a while to… dink around, as near as I can tell. I wish the Evil Coffee Empire outpost nearest my home wasn’t staffed with such dingbats. I also wish they’d get their food deliveries on time!

    The suffering I endure for your amusement…

  • Follow-up Obscure Holiday Post

    Here’s a bit o’ cross-cultural trivia for you: Yesterday may have been Pi Day (and a couple of other Days besides, which I won’t go into here) but today is yesterday was alsoWhite Day!

    Tip of the hat to Brent for bringing this to our attention. We now return you to your regularly scheduled weekend.

    [EDIT] – What do you know? I’m an idiot. I didn’t pay attention to the date on the entry, or what day it is today. Baka.