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If somebody could direct me to some XMMS or Mplayer skins that don’t make me want to shiv my eyes out with a piece of rusted rebar, I’d appreciate it.

If you could track down the person responsible for the whole idea of “skinning” and break all the small bones in their hands, that would be even better.

Our team hit the field like a bag of angry pit bulls Tuesday night, and while I was happy with the eventual result, and declared the night’s MVP, I was getting really frothy about two thirds of the way into it. For a while there, things were not looking so good. After losing the previous game by two after being up 6-0, I was ready to bite a frisbee in half watching the score tighten up.

Our captain has sent us these inspiring words:

“Great win the other night, I’m really happy we pulled that one out!”

Now, we won 21-16, but the way I remember it there were two key points to that game. We really came out gunning, early on – we were ahead 14-6, at one point. Hey, great, we’re ahead 14-6, and half of their points had come from hospital throws or bullshit tips anyway. It’s all good.

Then all of a sudden, key point number two, we’re only up 18-16. This is not what you’d call good.

We finally turned it around at that point, but here’s the thing: you do not “pull out” a victory after being ahead 14-6. You can snatch victory from the slavering maw of looming incompetence, but that’s not the same thing.

I am struggling to carry this with big, significant words, and I can’t; it feels larger than I can lift. So here it is: at 8:30 this morning, Chris and Darcy made the leap from expectant parents to actual, full-fledged parents, with the birth of their daughter.

Their new girl-child is reported to be in good health; the mother is well, though understandably fatigued. The correct number of fingers and toes are attached to the correct number of limbs in the correct places, as per the specifications.

Darcy is resting; Chris sounded good on the phone. Tara won the pool, and I expect to have pictures up soon.

Welcome to the world, Catherine. It may be a little colder than you’re used to, but you’ll find it’s also roomier.

Update: Alex provides us with a a handful of pictures. Huzzah!

Clicking on links over at Mike’s page, ending up at Jacob’s site and reading his conversation with Phil Schwan, something started rattling around in my head, lodging itself firmly next to this and some vague, unverifiable mention of a movie version of the Adam & Eve story when that dark corner of my brain that I cherish and fear started ranting on about the following biblical revisionism:


Genesis, Book 2

And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed.

And out of the ground made the LORD God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil, and a complete absence of pants.


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This is fucking appalling. The idea that the RCMP would go after a journalist for writing a story is repugnant, beyond contempt.

The cited act, the Security Of Information Act? Jesus, look at that thing. Section 4-A basically makes investigating government malfeasance illegal. Sweet.

Leila called me recently, to let me know that she has a job in Ottawa, and then she gave me her e-mail address. Nick said that you could e-mail his cell phone at this other address, because Japan is in the future or something. Both those addresses bounce like a bad cheque wrapped in rubber bands and signed by a professional trampolinist who owns a pogo stick and eschews athletic support. Why does everybody have to lie to me?

My theory is that they’re bad people.

Apropos the previously-mentioned digital camera, the SiPix Groove; do not purchase that product. I may or may not have taken some striking pictures, including a few of the Rideau river smoking under the sun during the recent cold snap and some great pictures of indoor Ultimate at the dome. This camera, which I exhort you again to not purchase, just forgot about them. Plain old forgot. Christ. I didn’t expect miraculous image quality, and Linux compatibility would have come as surprise, but complete amnesia is completely unforgiveable. Back to the store it went.

What I got to replace it came as a very pleasant surprise. I was offered a cheap upgrade for my frustrations, and bought a Centrios DSC-214. The images are somewhat better, “megapixels” being something of a crock as a unit of measurement, but the real seller is that the camera works with Linux right out of the box.


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Christ, what I wouldn’t give for a full night’s sleep.

I have no coffee after about 3:00, I’m not eating crap, I don’t know what’s going on.

Lately, I get home, work, read and try to sleep, but I can’t do anything but stare at the ceiling until four in the morning. Exercise isn’t helping; I busted my ass on the Ultimate field other night, and all that got me was so angry that I could barely see, and I didn’t get to sleep until 6:30.

I’m so tired.

Sean asked me the other day why I use Linux, and it took me a while to think of the answer. Of course, my laptop immediately decided to pick this moment to tell me that I had to check my hard drive, because I hadn’t checked it in 49710 days.

Sean laughed, but I told him that no, seriously, that machine had been up and running since 1868. That’s why I use Linux. For the great uptimes.

I’ve got my reasons, and I think they’re good ones, but sometimes it’s hard to remember them. Like, say, when I’m trying to plug in a piece of consumer-grade hardware.

Or, say, cut and paste things.

First, given my recent computer problems I thought I might favor all of you with the sounds of an anguished death. Are you all seated comfortably? Then I’ll begin.

Some of you might be familiar with a bit of cinematic trivia called the “Wilhelm Scream”. Featured in a recent Slashdot article, the Wilhelm Scream is apparently one of the longest running jokes in cinematic history, a sound bite that’s been appearing in movies for at least forty years. That might not sound like a big deal, but to me it’s been a lot like the cigarette burns at the end of a reel – once you’ve noticed, you can’t ever stop noticing. Seriously, check this shit out, remembering that it’s nowhere near a comprehensive list.

Next, on to the vision part: I just got a new cheap-ass digital camera, one point three sparkling megapixels of knockaround, good-enough-for-now semiconductor that I had hoped would magically work with Linux; a number of the other SiPix cameras are reported to. But, well, it is not meant to be. From their FAQ:

Q: Will it work with Linux?
A: Nope.

Not “No”, mind you, but “Nope.” Cute. Fuck you too, SiPix; If this is a frequently asked question, maybe that’s a clue.

This is a goddamn shame, of course, but I’m not that concerned about it; there’s a fair bit of evidence from the Windows install that the people who handle the software side of things at SiPix would be better suited to peeling bananas with their feet or flinging dung at tourists. Better to leave the Linux support to people who actually care whether or not it works, rather than people who are only paid to make it work, I guess.

Anyhow, the upshot of all this is that I picked this camera up so that I could take pictures of things that grabbed my attention for whatever reason and share them to you. So I’m going to do that.