Hater
Maybe I’m just a hater, but I get really tired of these Debian-only howto articles everywhere on the net. If all you have to do is type “apt-get install foo”, why is there a guide?
Source, people. Source.
Maybe I’m just a hater, but I get really tired of these Debian-only howto articles everywhere on the net. If all you have to do is type “apt-get install foo”, why is there a guide?
Source, people. Source.
I’m not even going to comment about today. All I know is, to some extent, the day will live in infamy in our little program as the day Brandon lost a record amount of his cool.
In other news, Comic Sans makes a clandestine appearance on those cursed Maxwell House commercials.
Why am I a frustum you ask? Because I am angry about things that are pointless.
Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week. Try the oysters.
With confrontation,
I address grave wrongs in class.
Please let me leave now.
Apparently, Tool and Pearl Jam are coming out with new albums tomorrow. The commercial I saw to hype the Pearl Jam album showed them playing in a studio. My heuristics for analyzing rock music promotions suggest that only old bands have ads featuring the band playing in a studio, and the majority of those bands are washed up.
What this basically means is that they have no credibly-recent awesome concert footage to show.
My guess is that Tool will rock the house, but I’ll have to check the lyrics sheet before I buy in. I’m a lot pickier about the moral fabric of my music than other media. I guess music lacks the thematic force to overpower moral repugnance.
I have begun a new topic category for Cluster, as things really seem to be taking off.
Eric’s automobile-related weekend tragedies are discussed allegorically in this new update. An interesting read, for sure.
I have updated the Cluster code to allow for line breaking within the input. Input validation has also been made more robust with regard to line breaking and (theoretical, likely intentional) attempts to break the flat file format.
It seems like people have been expecting to have line breaking capability, so I did my best to put them in by hand where it looked like they were filtered out. If there is an issue with my judgment calls, drop me a comment.
Beyond simply cleaning up the code and doing the little Ball API idea, there have been suggestions to fork and broaden the functionality of the program a bit. I am not sure as to whether flat text file data sources would be suitable for such an expansion, which would probably include user ratings of articles (of some consequence to the system) and a system of endorsed user malfeasance.
I think I could still make flat files work. What I envision are a set of rules (I keep thinking of the special cards in Uno) that allow for certain trickery. I see two main actions:
I have to go prep for a presentation, but I’ll keep this going when I get done.
I did a lot of looking, a lot of trial installations of various software, and I arrived at a single conclusion: managing a server through http or https is really, fundamentally foolish.
This puts me firmly in the old school, but I really think it’s true. OpenSSH is the way to go. If I were to ever do anything in this way, I would definitely write an administrative program in Python and run it ‘suid root’ with restrictive execution permissions. That way, admins can run it and make root-level changes without assuming root on their own shell.
There’s a Python library called Python Dialog that gives you oh-so-old-school dialog interfaces to scripts. An Apache/Postfix/passwd admin system would be pretty easy to set up.
This is some nice songwriting. It’s Counting Crows, if you’re not Kristin or me. Called “Anna Begins,” my sleeper favorite on the masterpiece August and Everything After.
My friend assures me “it’s all or nothing”
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me: “For one time only make an exeption”
I am not not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried, I am not overly concered
With the status of my emotions “Oh”, She says, “You’re changing.”
But we’re always changing
It does not bother me to say this isn’t love
Because if you don’t want to talk about it then it isn’t love
And I guess I’m going to have to live with that
But, I’m sure there’s something in a shade of grey or something in between
And I can always change my name if that’s what you mean
My friend assures me “It’s all or nothing”
But I am not really worried, I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you tell yourself to make yourself forget
I am not worried
“If it’s love”, she said, “then were gonna have to think about the consequences”
She can’t stop shaking and I can’t stop touching her and…..
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
“These seconds when I’m shaking leave me shuddering for days” she says
And I’m not ready for this sort of thing
But I’m not gonna break and I’m not going to worry about it anymore
I’m not gonna bend and I’m not gonna break
I’m not gonna worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say “as long as this is love…”
But it’s not all that easy so maybe I should just:
Snap her up in a butter fly net and just pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried, I’ve done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don’t get no sleep in a quiet room and…
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And everytime she sneezes I believe it’s it’s love and
Oh lord…. I’m not ready for this sort of thing
She’s talking in her sleep
It’s keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh lord… I’m not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
It’s moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It’s chasing me away
She disappears and
Oh lord, I’m not ready for this sort of thing
... How expensive it is to be a hippie in this day and age?
Is it just a systematic fact that all demi-good guys in 1980s movies ended up doing cocaine?