Day off. Pubcrawling entirely unexplored West Melbourne. Heading up Spencer St to the more familiar North Melbourne. The Spencer is nice. Backpacker place, unclear distinction between staff and regulars.
Back at the Limerick Castle in North Melbourne. A favourite for 80s nostalgia value, minus the smoke haze. A bar full of saggy old blokes talking rubbish. The only women in the place are in black t-shirts behind the bar. Is it okay to say I'm glad places like this still exist if I qualify that by saying I'm glad they are the exception rather than the rule?
The Cornish Arms sound promising, but the door leads to a stern young lady behind a dais and sign saying "Please wait to be seated". Another Melbourne pub that's actually a restaurant. I'll wait for the Cornish Legs, then. Though I understand at this time of night it can get quite hairy.
Spent the afternoon with #Drupal. Made good progress on some clever stuff. Then I just had to go and investigate this one trivial little detail that wasn't quite as I would like. Now I am in such a rage that I don't think I'll sleep a wink all night.
It's like you've just built the most glorious cathedral, perfect in every way. Then you notice one loose thread in a carpet and give it a little tug. A few hours later, you're standing in the middle of a barren plain of rubble and dust. #Drupal
and you ask yourself, "Why couldn't I just leave that little thread?! Why? Why did I have to destroy all that I built?! I could have been somebody...
As I am sure you remember Percy Shelley wrote about the first #Drupal developer, a chap called Ozy,
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
I just bought a new PC monitor to replace the one that has been on the way out for months. Also wanted to use the opportunity to check out a place in North Richmond as a potential source of a new desktop system. As I told @Ruben recently, I'd prefer to buy from a bunch of knowledgeable socially-awkward nerds than from a chain store. "Aw, how sweet!" he said, "You do know that places like that don't exist any more."
Ye of little faith, I thought as I entered this morning. Cluster of twenty-something bros behind the counter, pockets bristling with biros. Shelves full of monster gaming rigs with transparent cases, gaudy neon lighting to show off the GPUs, and cooling fans that could propel a hovercraft.
After explaining my computer use pattern and being duly directed to the cheapest monitor they stock, I mentioned that I'd also be looking for a new PC to go with it shortly.
"One wrinkle," I said, "I'd prefer components that don't require non-free drivers, 'cos I'm running #Debian."
Not only because I need no explanation of any classic #DrWho reference. Not only because "It's the end, but the moment has been prepared for," is a phrase that has been metaphorically ringing through my life like a Tardis cloister bell since 1980. Not only because I'm now aware that @bidmead 🇺🇦 is in the #Fediverse. Not only because I got into tech mainly so that I could understand the jokes in #NTK. Not only because I was racking my brains recently trying to recall the name of the Franklin Street Statement (US presidents don't naturally spring to mind in much of the world). But also…
Actually the rest of it eludes me for the moment, but I do recall that I came away feeling inspired and — ahem — regenerated. Thanks, Danny!
It's interesting that the mainstream Australian Nine News (just for eaxmple) makes no mention of Abdi's country of origin. I know would if he had been the perpetrator.
It seems asinine but obvious that Australia's love of law & punishment is a result of the brutal colonial history. I'm glad Abdi has been noticed in a postive light by the Graunid at least. He deserves our respect, what a legend.
Finally gotten around to migrating some content from my old #Drupal blog to the new. I've been copy-and-pasting feeds from my old #RSS aggregator so that I can weed out the dead URLs. Of the first lot of 50, I've found 11 still live (and for some I had to scratch around to find a new URL). Some of the 39 missing are just dead blogs or projects past EOL, but the vast majority are revamped websites which replaced their feeds with a row of icons linking to proprietary platforms, including several government departments and public policy orgs who really ought to know better. #IWantMyRSS
When I was young and reasonably well-paid, #work used to frustrate me because it was a waste of my time and somebody else's money. Now that I am old, I am perfectly happy to waste somebody else's money.
The Billy Bragg is pretty much essential. Underwhelmed by the soporific last album, but it's been a good 25 years at least. And who can pass up a mid sized venue full of grey and bald heads just happy to still be alive?
The conference very much depends on how the programme shakes out. If it's just "open core", "cloud", etc. people, I'll pass.
Huh. Okay, I obviously don't understand how far one is expected to plan ahead these days. Who on earth knows what they will be doing in four months time? Next week is a mystery, and tomorrow's pretty shaky. Maybe that's just me.
Even if he hadn’t written three of the most-loved #DoctorWho stories, Chris Boucher would be a legend for just this line:
"You know, the very powerful and the very stupid have one thing in common. They don't alter their views to fit the facts. They alter the facts to fit their views, which can be uncomfortable if you happen to be one of the facts that needs altering."
The #WaybackMachine tells me that my second post on #Identica, back in 2008, began with the whine "I am so pissed off with the pain of Drupal 6…" Looking forward to the release of #Drupal 10 in just over a week. #Fediverse
Woken just past midnight by a text from a path lab telling me I don't have covid. Woken again six hours later by a text from work asking if I can come in ASAP, rather than at 11am. Still feel ill, though. But day off tomorrow. Not leaving the flat. #Drupal day all day! Woo-hoo!
Had to go out today. Dutch Vinyl in Abbotsford are selling a used copy of Squirrel and G-Man Twenty Four Hour Party People Plastic Face Carnt Smile (White Out) for $100. Thing is, it's not from the original pressing which included (the ahem, somewhat derivative) "Desmond", nor from later editions that had "24 Hour Party People" as a replacement, but from the same intermediate vintage of my copy which contains neither.
I can't believe there's prestige to be had in owning a version of an album which contains not one song nor t'other, but there you go: I have it. If you have a time machine to take you to the 1980s, you too can have it for considerably less than $100.
"In a very short period of time, a bunch of us accepted that a) the existence of that blue check is good, b) it’s gone—whatever happens with #Twitter, we’re never going to be able to fully trust it—and c) a realization that we in journalism had just outsourced that whole process, that whole decision-making, to whoever happened to work at Twitter. As a profession, we didn’t think, or at least I wasn’t part of any larger conversations, about the verification process. We just trusted that there was some office at Twitter that was making the right calls." https://themarkup.org/newsletter/hello-world/mastodons-moment
@Ruben My friend Jack from #Sydney Speakers' Corner wants to know if you know anybody in #BrokenHill called Clement. Dave (the Socrates of Speakers' Corner) texted me last night with the enquiry. No context was given, so I can't say whether you should seek out or avoid Clement, but I can't imagine there are many Clements in the #Yabba.