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    [mostly borborygmi]
…
*long, deep, audible breath expressing sadness, relief, tiredness, or a similar feeling*

    [mostly borborygmi]

    *long, deep, audible breath expressing sadness, relief, tiredness, or a similar feeling*

     
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    On the Internet, nobody knows you’re a dog.
(I was actually looking for something from this day 5 years ago and stumbled onto this international madness.  But—Fun fact!—I am actually pretty okay with a Magna Doodle, the EAS was what I had and it worked out as all the sketches of that era were performed in one of my favorite underground places and within feet of a not exactly well shielded 9.4 Tesla magnet: A lot of sitting still, a lot of extremely sudden movement.)
Usually they don’t spell it Kunstler. Drop the sler, c/k swap, jiggle the letters around a bit.  That’s what I’m more accustomed to seeing without the James.  (James → Peak Oil → Peak Hair  → Bubbles.)

    On the Internet, nobody knows you’re a dog.

    (I was actually looking for something from this day 5 years ago and stumbled onto this international madness.  But—Fun fact!—I am actually pretty okay with a Magna Doodle, the EAS was what I had and it worked out as all the sketches of that era were performed in one of my favorite underground places and within feet of a not exactly well shielded 9.4 Tesla magnet: A lot of sitting still, a lot of extremely sudden movement.)

    Usually they don’t spell it Kunstler. Drop the sler, c/k swap, jiggle the letters around a bit.  That’s what I’m more accustomed to seeing without the James. 
    (James
    → Peak Oil → Peak Hair  Bubbles.)

     
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  4. Lilacs aside, April has never been great at expressing kindness, Tom.

     
  5. Pizzagato!

    It is distressing how many items in my refrigerator I have no intention of eating.

    Popt-arts.
    Fudge John Hodgman.
    Meow-roborous the Pizza Cat.

    (I keep canned goods in the fridge too because I sort of like everything hanging out in one place. Not in an “I think they’re having a party” way: I’m not exactly that kind of crazy*.
    I just like everything equally accessible.
    I also like tomatoes. And pickles. And sealegs. I also like and have mustard, if you would like to invoke the voice of Otto, man: “I had mustard?!?”
    This has been a fridge census update.)

    *solid wikipedia article!

     
  6. Pizzicato!

    I used to play my former officemate’s violin sometimes when I was in lab in the middle of the night. (The immigrant instrumental trifecta meant that as a kid I did play violin, but I only really was ever good at picking things out by ear: I foolishly resisted the development of any technical skills in that arena).

    I have been riding a wave of nostalgia these last few days.

    El Guapo is so handsome. It’s in the name, but still. Oh, man.

     
  7. Plays: 28

    I took out my credit card to buy a plane and event ticket just before realizing that there are better than even odds that I’m doing a series of tricky installs that week, twice as far away and in the other direction.

    Days later, I’ve yet to find a trombone sad enough, but there are few endeavors I would more whole-heartedly support.

    (Source: youlooknicetoday.com)

     
  8. Tiny Confession

    There is a fancy Dyson vacuum cleaner in the next office with a big orange ball that you can just see out of the corner of your eye when you are making coffee in this office.  

    Every time I do, I mistake the ball for a pumpkin and the part of me that will probably always be (on an almost completely controlled and actively ignored level) …a kleptomaniac freetarian*, salivates about how delicious it would be to steal it and turn it into a soup.

    It really stresses me out whenever I notice myself doing that.

    Pavlov would have a field day with me.

    *Yeah, no foolin’: that was a phase. 
    That’s still in me, somewhere.
    The funnest of fun times.

     
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    +10   New(mismatic) Chris Ware!  -0.01 No reference to ass pennies. 
NET: STILL +9.99! 

    +10   New(mismatic) Chris Ware
    -0.01 No reference to ass pennies.

    NET: STILL +9.99! 

     
  10. (I sent at least one shitty email yesterday and am deeply sorry.°)

    (redacted)

    Anyhow, Marion¹ suddenly remembered that despite the periodic art projects, she actually did sort of have a web based comic back in the day. (It was like Goofus and Gallant, but with ducks.) It isn’t all evergreen; certainly the above images make more sense with the text on the site proper; and the Terry Tate or “Sugar Tits” or Floyd Landis references kind of tie it to a era; but when we² started exploring the idea that maybe “useful” didn’t always mean “right” or “good”, hoho.

    There are lessons that have to be learnt a hundred different ways.

    ° If it hit the wrong note: sincerely, incredibly fucking³ sorry.
    ¹ …sometimes “Mary Ann” when feeling more islandy than arky.
    ² my core group of colleagues at the time were the site’s primary submitters.
    ³ It never sounds natural coming out of me. I’m a talking dog.

     
  11. -D is the only application that I have set to open automagically upon booting on this computer.  I keep it set at “all” references inclusive of the British Dictionary and British Thesaurus because sometimes it’ll pull up some capital, wizard, corking, spiffing, ripping, cracking, top-hole, topping, champion, beezer, swell, and frabjous options that might more effectively convey the exact nuance for which I’m hunting.

    Top-hole, ladies and gentlemen. 

    Top.

    Hole. 

    ___________________________

    .. (from Greek θησαυρός - thēsauros, meaning “treasure store”, romanized as thesaurus)

    has always been one of my favorite little ideas.  One thinks Roget wasn’t intentionally thinking “let’s hope this sticks”, but something magical happened in the same way as Plagiarism's etymological back story, I think:

    The use of the Latin word plagiarius (literally kidnapper), to denote someone stealing someone else’s work, was pioneered by Roman poet Martial, who complained that another poet had “kidnapped his verses.”

    Ugh.  Numbers are great, but I just like words so much.
    (Numbers seem to like me back, but words could sorta say so.) 

    Today, I will find the right ones, surely.

     
  12. Plays: 28

    _Documentation of a Treasury of Very Short MP3 Files_
    (Part A of Aª)

    Length: 13 seconds
    Audio: [A Wake-up Call from Mr. Stephen Fry]
    Propriety: It may be masked by the accent, but still subtly not for everyone.
    Use: I believe maybe in the early 2000’s, (I was surely still a grad student,) instead of buying the proper clock this was from, I snagged the audio and dumped it into some software as the alarm.

     
  13. Plays: 20

    (130s) Heir Apparent In About an Hour.

     
  14. I forgot the sort of grim resignation that comes with packing up to go to work a bit after 8PM knowing full well that the work would continue through 8AM and would probably have to continue through the next normal person work day.  I’ve consumed a liter of coffee and it is hardly even bizarro-10AM yet! 

    One could lament this as a reversion to an unhealthier time (ME-Classic™!) but on the other side of this deadline we’re just going to treat this as a nostalgic adventure in tourism of a former lifestyle. 

    There’s an outline.  There’s a checklist.  There is at least one coauthor on the same page, and though perhaps he lacks a spiffy accent; not even going to finish the thought.  Breathe deep, count your blessings, turn the background music up.

     
  15. 13:15

    Notes: 4

    I got stood up the other night (It was kinda everything I wanted and the “Let Us Never Speak of the Shortcut Again” protocol has been in full effect, so also everything I could have hoped for,) and I ended up loitering at a thrift store.

    Despite considering some other purchases (but not wanting to invest in a VCR or Table covered in the detritus of strangers,) I ended up buying and listening to a cassette of the soundtrack of “The Music Man”. I have now listened to it in my car twice.

    A quarter well spent.