Mark A R Kleiman says a number of sane things, but also this:

Requiring everyone who wants to have a gun to apply for a discretionary permit . . . serves no good purpose that I can see. The same is true of making a national registry of firearms and their owners. . . .
If and when it becomes technically feasible, we also need a database of ballistic signatures so that a bullet or shell casing found at a crime scene can be linked to the gun that fired it, and that gun in turn to its last lawful purchaser.

I deleted three paragraphs between, during which perhaps he changed his mind.

Kleiman also mentions Social Darwinism and Herbert Spencer together, vaguely enough that I can’t tell whether or not he means to repeat the slander refuted by Roderick Long.

If you’ve written something that intercepts HTTP requests for missing pages and makes an educated guess where they should go, do you mind sharing it?

Say, is the number of telephone lines dedicated to modems declining, as traffic moves to broadband? NANPA might know: it affects how soon more areas will need to be split or overlain.

I wonder whether anyone has published a book with a title like 1337 Programming Tips.

Coming to you almost live on WordPress, because one host ought to be enough for anyone. Even cooler, it’s all written in PHP; no Javascript needed.

Conversion from Blogger was surprisingly easy. Now to customize it — because I really dislike the present look [i.e. the default template of the then current version]. How do I undo whatever makes class storycontent look compressed, when I can’t find storycontent in the CSS file?

I also wonder if I can turn off “smart” punctuation, which, in my default font, messes up the line spacing.

I’ll also have to go through the archives and remove all the line breaks that I put in to make the source more legible. sigh

We have broadband! Mainly because my housemate wanted to listen to BBC without glitches, but hey, I’m not kicking it out of bed. For the first year it’s cheaper than dialup plus the extra phone line.

What d’ya know, there is a commercial Vomit Comet.