Jonathan Sanderson’s weblog, since 2001.
Safari finally pissed me off enough to get around to bodging it. The trouble is, ‘command+W’ (close window) is too darned close to ‘command+Q’ (quit application), and of course there’s no warning on the latter.
A minute’s tinkering with Interface Builder later, and the ‘quit’ keyboard command is gone. Huzzah!
Hutton Inquiry Web Site. Transcripts presented in a truly terrible-to-read manner (in a small scrolling frame? Whu’?), but at least they’re there.
Kim had a series of bizarre breakfast accidents yesterday. It all started when I ran to the local coffee shop for a dose of their particular brand of rocket fuel: Kim was up for a coffee too, and also a croissant.
Well, no croissants, so I bought him something else that was slightly curved and boasted only a tenuous connection with France. ie. a banana. Which is fine – he likes bananas – except that I handed it to him while he was cleaning his glasses.
Three minutes later, a yelp. He’d poked his eye with the thing while putting his specs back on.
Subsequently, in a meeting, his coffee cup started to leak all over our boss’s conference table. He dashed out – burning his hand on the coffee – and dumped the leaky cup into an empty mug on a colleague’s desk.
On leaving the meeting, we found the mug overflowing, coffee seeping across the colleague’s desk and soaking its way through a pile of legal documents awaiting signing.
Poor Kim.
You know your series has made it to ‘cult hit’ status when it’s only been showing in the US for a couple of weeks, and there’s already a page of BitTorrent-distributed rips of it. All credit to Spooks/’MI-5′ (sic), though one has to wonder how long it’ll take the vultures at BBC Worldwide to sit up and take notice.
Wide area wireless, rolling out across Cumbria. Oh joy, oh bliss.
Got the bike on Friday: finally had chance to ride it properly today/yesterday. Verdict? Rock. On. I’d even forgotten how unpleasant it isn’t to get rained on while cycling… so long as it happens on the way home, rather than first thing in the morning.
Meanwhile, in unrelated news:
My friends Vinay and Bea, on Joi Ito’s blog. Is that painfully hip, or what?
The staircase treads at work are all falling off, so they’re being Evo-stuck back on as necessary. Today there’s lots of ‘necessary,’ each restuck tread marked by a hand-scrawled sign reading (with a delightful tinge of oxymoron) ‘Please do not stand on this step.’
Since, in some flights, more than half the steps are so adorned, climbing the stairs has become somewhat akin to performing an inclined hopscotch.
Hoo-ruddy-rah: At ProductionBase, bang in the middle of a stream of spectacular vitriol (from both sides) on the subject of Oxbridge prejudice in the meedja, comes this glimmer of sanity.
I hereby present Jonathan’s Theory of Stereotypes: