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This is completely useless, but I felt like adding something, and I didn’t think my opinion of Joyce’s Ulysses was going to cut it just yet.
I was able to go over to Evergreen’s Synergy conference last Saturday for one reason and one reason only: to see a Toyota Prius on display from the local Toyota dealer. We didn’t get there until about 2:30 or so, so most of the cars in the display were gone, but the Prius was still there. Pretty car to stare at up close. I would’ve gotten in and had a look, too, but the only people there were WashPIRG representatives and one mean-looking guy who seemed to be returning the cars to whereever they came from. I did, though, at least manage to peek in windows — it was fun. Great car.
I finally got pissed off at Evolution, since every single time I have to restore from backups, something fails. this time, it refused to read my mail signatures, Contacts and Calendar, which was the last straw — I wiped it from the system.
I’ve switched over to using Mozilla Thunderbird for my mail and the new Mozilla Sunbird for my calendar. The only problem is that Sunbird seems to like crashing any time I try to make a change, but it’s a very new piece of software, so I’ll forgive it its sins. It’s a very nice piece of software, and if it develops further, it’ll rock. It already rocks, it just needs higher “cool” and “stability” quotients.
Thunderbird is a little limited — I can’t do threaded message views or maintain multiple signatures. I have yet to dig around Mozilla Update to see what’s there for Thunderbird, though, so there might be something…
The other big, annoying thing about Thunderbird: I relied extensively on SpamAssassin for my spam filtering while using Evolution, and can’t for the life of me determine how to use SpamAssassin and Thunderbird together. I’ve read a few articles that suggest I could do something weird like a procmail/SpamAssassin combo, but that’s way too complicated for my tastes. I don’t really want to use Thunderbird’s built-in stuff; I’ll settle for SpamAssassin if I can.
Oh, and for a “holy crap, that’s cool” moment: type in about:config into Mozilla Firefox. For control junkies, this is just plain cool.
EV World reports that the mayor of Oxford, England has taken delivery of a Toyota Prius, a choice made by the city council over BMW vehicles. BMW is one of the major manufacturers in that city.
Bravo to the city council. Pip, pip, and all that.
Mozilla Firefox extensions I use include:
I’m currently using the Phoenity theme for Firefox.
Desperate for it to be spring, and you want to be sure of positive results on Groundhog’s Day? Here’s a few options for you:
Option One: Hair Dryers and Long Extension Cords
Hibernation takes place only so long as the creature believes that it’s not warm enough to wake up. Find a hole in the ground. After verifying that this hole belongs to a groundhog (no moles, rats, or ants accepted), plug a long extension cord into the nearest electrical outlet. Plug the other end of the extension cord into the hair dryer’s electrical plug and start the hair dryer. Warm to a reasonable temperature (baked groundhogs don’t tell you if it’s Spring), lightly blow warm air down the hole until groundhog decides that it’s warm enough, wakes up, sticks its head out of its hole, then promptly bites you and gives you rabies after discovering that it’s been horridly lied to and it isn’t, in fact, mating season.
This option may require some patience, a couple of days before Groundhog’s Day, and several rabies vaccinations. Hair dryer an absolute necessity; depending upon model, you may not require an extension cord.
Option Two: Baja Vacationing
This option requires some forethought and preparation. Depending on when you decide to exercise this option, you will either need a car or a plane ticket and a passport. Groundhog is required. Shovel is required. A very large, deep box is also required.
Step one: carefully dig a very, very large trench around the groundhog’s hole (after verifying that this hole does, in fact, belong to a groundhog). Prepare large box with densely packed dirt. Transfer the dirt inside the trench (groundhog included) into box. Seal the box nicely, but be sure to give the poor creature some ventilation; dead groundhogs do not serve their intended purpose.
Step two: travel to Mexico or some other warm clime. Now, unseal the box and wait a few days — sooner or later, the groundhog will get the idea, wake up, and declare it spring. Mission accomplished, and the groundhog isn’t mad in this option — who would be, with an all-expenses-paid trip to foreign lands, when most groundhogs never get out that much?
This is based upon a thirty second conversation with my girlfriend, and is admittedly so horrible that I myself can scarcely believe I bothered to write it. Insight into my horrid sense of humor is thus provided, and everyone’s happy.
Hi, mom.
I must confess that my obsession with the Prius is such that I continue to point out the car every time I see it. I’m a particular fan of either the salsa red color (shown at right) or the black. I don’t have a particular color preference, per se, but there’s something about the red that really jumps out at me. The black does the same.
In the past, I’ve talked a lot about the Prius, perhaps to the point of slight insanity (I admit that building a car I can’t afford and then posting the specifications might be slightly overboard). However, this is because of my background; ever since my freshman year in college, I’ve been very interested in issues of sustainability and environmental awareness. This is almost a necessity if you want to attend Evergreen, but it’s very sensible in my eyes. I’d love to do my part, and I do really, really want a car, but a part of me wants to hold off until I can afford a hybrid. What better way to make a statement than to use alternative methods of transportation until you can drive a car that reflects your values?
Really, though, the nature of the hybrid market is such that it’s now beginning to approach mainstream status (though, I admit, some car makers still don’t get it). Honda’s jumped on teh bandwagon, and Subaru is rumored to be doing so. The hybrid is the thing of the future. The big debate seems to be just what kind of hybrid.
There’s some minor justification for this pet of mine (which, I admit, even my girlfriend probably groans over from time to time, though she obliges me by pointing out Priuses when we’re out and about). Hopefully, that clarifies some things.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, the New American Dream contest I wrote about long ago is now in its voting phase — I didn’t get into the final stage, though an entry very, very close to mine did. I submitted “Gasoline is so yesterday”; someone else submitted “Gasoline is so last century”. Ah, such is life.
My twp favorite web comics right now are qwantz.com and Jin Wicked’s Crap I Drew on My Lunch Break. Both of these are good for quick comic relief. Much appreciated at this point in the quarter.
With the New England Patriots winning Super Bowl XXXIX, the New York Times has declared a dynasty in football.
Now if only we’d realize the same thing about the U.S. Presidency.
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You Belong in 1969 |
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1969 If you scored… 1950 – 1959: You’re fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 – 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule – oh, and drugs too. 1970 – 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you’re partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 – 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You’re colorful at night – and successful during the day. 1990 – 1999: With you anything goes! You’re grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It’s all good! |