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So, so I know anyone who can skin a mastodon? Will compensate in cash or kind.

OK, this is some bullshit.

I need to cut the wrapper off my new screwdriver so I can install a blade in my new utility knife.

So, I'm back from sailing to Ephemerisle and find that it's the end of summer and it's time to make art.

@turkshead's corollary to godwin's law: the loser of an online argument is the first person to post a wall of text.

Announcement on a Montreal-to-New York flight: "If someone left maple syrup at the gate, please ring the service bell."

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The potholes in my neighborhood have gotten so bad that enterprising oaklanders are dumping trash in them.

I keep finding myself unfollowing people not because I dislike or disagree with them but because their volume of posts drowns out everyone else on my feed.

Blankets heavier than usual this morning. Escape seems unlikely. They've got me this time. Send coffee and some sort of breakfast pastry.

GUYS, WE PUT AN OFFER ON A HOUSE! LIKE REAL GROWNUPS AND STUFF!

So far the thing that seems to be standing between me and full fluency in the virtualized cloud future (tm) is my seeming inability to shake the fingermacro that renders 'docker' as 'dicker'

If this is a Freudian thing, I'm not sure whether my subconscious is trying to warn me about getting fucked, or trying to bargain its way out of this.

'User agent' is a great idea that has been weirdly perverted.

Nobody these days (even highly technical people) has a user agent. (Maybe @drwho does.)

A user agent is a piece of software controlled by the *user*, that performs the automatic tasks the *user* has instructed it to. It communicates with other user agents, automatically, on the user's behalf.

Today, the term 'user agent' means 'long, misleading browser-lineage-identification string'. It identifies one of ~3 corporations.

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Eddy's Sofa

"There!" said Ford, shooting out his arm; "there, behind that sofa!"
Arthur looked.
Much to his surprise, there was a velvet paisley-covered Chesterfield sofa in the field in front of them.
He boggled intelligently at it. Shrewd questions sprang into his mind.
"Why," he said, "is there a sofa in that field?"
"I told you!" shouted Ford, leaping to his feet. "Eddies in the space-time continuum!"
"And this is his sofa, is it?"