I think it was about a year ago that I got a spam that attempted to evade the filters by inserting an anodyne comment within each keyword, thus: bre<!–brother–>asts. Someone has now improved the wheeze, by making the comment unique to the recipient: bre<!–youraddress–>asts.
2004 Oct 21: How appropriate that a post about dishonest mail should be numbered 419.
A month or two ago an old chum and I, time on our respective hands, discussed seeing a movie together. In brief, I suggested she meet me for Y Tu Mamá También, wires crossed, and she saw it alone.
Yesterday I got around to seeing Y Tu Mamá También.
I’d like to thank the academy for this honorable mention in the Travis Bickle Awards for Date Planning . . . .
(Tuesday, first show, six dollars. What is the world coming to?)
Thursday I learned that radio soap-opera exists, and sounds just like the tv kind, except that the latter has silences.
I also learned that learning an arbitrary sequence of tasks by rote, in a room where a radio is playing soap-opera as loud as any three normal people can talk, is not among my aptitudes.
I recently re-read some comicbooks that I bought in 1984. They were published in the Seventies and the only place I found them was a shop that happened to be adjacent to the laundromat I used then. Tandra is part Barsoom and part Atlas Shrugged (though the ‘strikers’ of Tandra are not above using force against ‘scabs’ like our hero), told in Prince Valiant format.
Steven den Beste discusses dragon metabolism and how to fight them. Sunday; Monday; Tuesday. I love this sort of thing, don’t you?
Psst, Steven:
Brendan O’Neill, a professional writer who has been blogging for two months, offers we amateur writers some paternalistic pointers on how to turn our blogs into credible professional journals. (As if.)
Brendan offers we? Tsk. The apposition does not change the case.
Milton Mintz has struggled since 1963 to do the impossible: to trisect the angle, square the circle and double the cube using “only” a compass and straightedge. He shows procedures for the first two, which I have not attempted to verify because they look like a cheat: a key step is to take a tip of the compass in each hand and move them with equal speed. If one can control one’s hands with such precision, I say, one may as well dispense with the straightedge.
At least he’s not angry like the Time Cube guy.
Later: one George Byrd passes along this mechanical trisector.