August 28th, 2007


Happy Birthday, nekomimikun!

A brood of pheasants.
--Joseph Wright's English Dialect Dictionary, 1896-1905

Of pheasants, a flight or great company of those birds.
--Nathaniel Bailey's Etymological English Dictionary, 1749

Full Moon
When Worlds Collide

According to William Hone's Every-Day Book (1826-1827), "On August 28, 1736, a man passing the bridge over the Savock, near Preston, Lancashire, saw two large flights of birds meet with such rapidity that 180 of them fell to the ground." In The Wild Fowler (1859), Henry Folkard reminded readers that such avian groups once had more distinctive names: "Let us hope that the character of the English sportsman is not so far degenerated, or the respect he owes the ancient diversions so far forgotten, as to permit him any longer to persist in such cramped and improper slang as to use the inapplicable term 'flock' to every, or any, description of wildfowl. It should be borne in mind that, as we derive our purest sciences from the ancients, from the same source sprang our national sports. The arts, systems, and terms in connection with such have been handed down to us ... because none other express so faithfully the meaning intended to be conveyed."

Y'know, there's respect for tradition, and then there's just being a prat.

-The Gneech
Boot to the Head

Damn You, Microsoft! Daaammmmn Yoooooouuuuu!!!

I'm getting sick, really really sick, of everything working perfectly in Firefox and just exploding into random crap in IE.



-The Gneech, going to have a little lie down now

PS: Just to make it clear, I'm talking about my own code here. I write standards-compliant, clean code. In Firefox, it works perfectly. IE just throws up all over it, because IE is not W3C compliant.
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Okay, Officially Stressed Out Now

My earlier freak out re: IE is now compounded by a workload that keeps growing an order of magnitude every time we have a meeting.

Life is going to be quite ... interesting ... between now and November 1st.

I may flee to a desert island.

-The Gneech
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Classic Style

BZZZZ! "Hey, Where's My Hair?"

Pre-con haircut day! That's what today was, among other things. However, as Stephanie (our usual mop-mower) chose this inopportune time to go on her whirlwind tour of, er, somewhere, we went with a pair of unknowns at the Bubbles close to our house.

Normally I take some photographic reference for my cut, generally of Brendan Fraser and Hugh Grant, and tell the haircuttist to aim for somewhere in between. However, I didn't have my photos this time, so I described my desired cut as "a taper cut, fairly short on the back and sides, but with a lot of body up on top."

While I'd say it was overall a fair description of what I got, Sean (the haircuttist) and I have different ideas of what constitutes "a lot of body". The same way the 10th Doctor described himself as having "big hair" while I described him as having "very little hair," what Sean thinks of as "a lot of body up on top" I think of as "a few curls that will look better once they've grown out for a month."

Or, as laurie_robey said when she saw me, "Wow, that's short."

So short, in fact, that my hat now sits an inch lower on my head. 0.o

Ah well, it makes for variety. :) And at least now it'll be easy to take care of at Dragon*Con. Shower, shake the water out of it, and it's dry!

-The Gneech
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