Archive for the ‘wonderments’ Category

Mac OSX file system quirk

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

I learned today that, “the default file system of Mac OS X, HFS+ (Mac OS Extended format), is case-insensitive but case preserving.”

In retrospect, it explains some odd behavior I have seen working in the shell, but I never put it together till today.  I have a parent dir with 26 children dirs “A,B,C,…”.  I type “cd a” by accident, and am surprised when I get no error message, and confused when pwd shows “a” as current dir, yet cd’ing back up a level and looking at the parent dir only shows capital letter sub-dir names.  It doesn’t just preserve the case something exists as, it also seems to preserve the case I referred to something with, which seems needlessly complex, but I have to admit is technically cool.  I’d hate to have to test it though.

Ain’t that a humdinger

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

So, on my way to the bar to support bartender B, and who do I see walking my way, but Q.  I say hello, he makes polite conversation but has somewhere to be, and we walk on our separate ways.  I get to the bar and get ready to tell B about the synchronicity, when I look to my right, and there’s Q sitting down beside me to chat some more.

He doesn’t ask me to buy him a drink, and after he mentions he just spent $12 on a copy of The Hobbit, I wouldn’t have been all that keen on it anyways.  He wants to make no plans, and takes off with a “don’t call me, I’ll call you”.

It seems all the more strange when B lets me know that Q had literally just left the bar before I got there, so the only reason he’d come back was to talk more with me.  It’s a weird game of interested-or-not that’s not doing me any emotional stability favors.

shrug

Facebook ephemra

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

I really kind of wish facebook would let me know if someone has disappeared from my network because they unfriended just me, or if they dropped their whole account.  I guess it doesn’t really matter, it just seems so strange to suddenly have someone, and all the content I posted related to their wall or comments, disappear without warning.  I don’t think I stuck my dick in the mashed potatoes.

UPDATE:  I finally figured out a way to figure out that he’s just not on facebook at all anymore.  Interesting, I’ll have to ask him about that before we rock out thursday.  It did remind me to go thru everyone I cared about’s info and grab their email and birthday info to store in my gmail contacts so it won’t disappear on me again.

Uncle Frank is my idol

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

After all the faildate-ing of late, I’m starting to think Uncle Frank is on the right track with his “proud to use whores stand”.    At least for just sex kinda stuff =p

Call it Donny

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010

An excellently apropos Boy on a Stick and Slither cartoon.

Mood is Resigned

Monday, March 1st, 2010

Nothing like going on something you think is a date, only to have the other guy set you straight about your place Over There, in the friend-zone, so he can dish about the guy he let pick him up at the bar after he ditched you, the night before after your previous apparently-never-was-a-date.

At least he was polite about it, and clear on his intent to pay for the next not-a-date, to keep things balanced and friendly.

In retrospect, he was always wanting to do stuff during the day that wouldn’t interfere with his evening plans.

ST-TNG red-shirts

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

Why didn’t transporter designers include a big enough buffer to restore any lost away team member back to the point they beamed off the ship?  By TNG timeframe, it seems like the data storage requirements would be easy to solve, especially for a 4-5 person team.  As a nerd with backups at work, home, and other places, it just seems sensible.

Of course it opens a whole can of worms with perfect cloning the side effect of any accidental restorations where the original was still in living condition.  Or what about someone who gets horribly disfigured during a mission, but not killed…would they allow him to revert to a previous backup, while killing the maimed original?  Would people make the same mistakes more often, react with less concern for their personal safety?

On the other hand, think of how much more could be accomplished by a doctor during a medical emergency, if he could beam himself down to a hundred locations at the same time.

Hmmm, could someone pirate another person by copying the transporter transmission?  How would unique identity work when you can re-create a person down to a quantum level perfectly, an infinite number of times?  Me’thinks the underwold of the Star Trek universe has crimes we can’t even imagine.

Founding the Past

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

While prepping all of my old boneyard machines for donation to Interconnection, found an old version of my original website, funkaspuck, complete with a cache of some old poetry.  Oh the days before I knew I could drown my misery in alcohol =p

That Was Odd

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

I hadn’t heard anything from my partner in the faildate in a week, no response to my one email, so there’s that and that’s just how it is, right?  Oh well, life goes on.

Last night, I’m doing my regular monday night hang out, about 75% of the way thru my 2nd and final planned drink for the eve, and he shows up.   When the B man asks if he wants anything, Q man says he’s good for now, but after we grab a table and chat for a bit, he hints that he would like something, if I’m buying of course.  I do, and he tells a tale of icky illness, and “so sorry I didn’t get back to you”.  He doesn’t want to make plans to do another date just now, but says he’ll call me later this week.  Then, his drink done, he’s out the door.

B-man points out how rude and user-y the whole incident was, I leave my counterpoint unstated.

This morning, it occurs to me how fortuitous is was for Q-man that I just happened to be there when he showed up…

Extra Chocolate

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

Whenever I go thru starbucks, and this one lady is working, she always gives me a little cup with the extra hot chocolate she has leftover.  She never gives Brian an extra cup of hot water when she makes his americano.  =p