do real cops behave this way?

I’ve seen it a hundred times: the TV detective says “I think we’d better continue this conversation at the police station,” and the interrogee meekly gets into the car. Just once (and I thought I’d already said this) I’d like to hear the suspect say “No thanks, I’m comfortable here,” or “Suit yourself; do you have my phone number?”

I’m currently absorbed in Veronica Mars, which early in the second season came close to fulfilling my dream:

DEPUTY SACHS: The sheriff would like to have a word with you.

LOGAN ECHOLLS: And I’d like to be the cream filling of an Olsen Twins sandwich, but — [shrugs]

DEPUTY: Will you come with me please?

LOGAN: If I’m under arrest, then do me the courtesy of making it all official-like.

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divided by two common languages

Me: “Hamachi sashimi.”

Cashier: “It depends on what kind of fish, sir.”

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didn’t they say it would be easy?

It seems so straightforward: I get an external HD, copy the internal to it, wipe the internal, reinstall the original system software, then copy back my personal directory (and whatever else I find I need) from the external.

(The reason for all this is that some change in the past year has impaired my Mac’s ability to play sound, and I’d like to at least find out which change it was. Also, Cyrillic doesn’t display since I went crazy and installed my old font collection.)

If I drag the “Macintosh HD” icon to the “External” icon, Finder creates an alias rather than a copy. If I open the Macintosh HD and drag all the top-level folders, Finder objects because I, as a plain user, lack permission for some of the files. (Is there a way to run Finder as superuser?) Disk Utility won’t make a disk image of Macintosh HD: “Resource busy,” presumably because it is the startup disk.

So I run cp -Rp and come back eight hours later to find that the target disk is full, presumably because of a loop: /Volumes/Macintosh HD/Volumes/ contains both Macintosh HD and External. (The GNU version of cp has an option cp -x to ignore subdirectories on other filesystems, but MacBSD’s cp lacks that.) I guess I’ll use a shellscript that enumerates the top directories (except Volumes) explicitly.

I probably won’t need to save anything other than Users, Applications and Library — and life would be simpler if I could be sure of that.

next day: Okay, the script apparently worked, until it came to the folder Applications (Mac OS 9) — I had forgotten that the shell would be unhappy about the parenthesis. But now the external disc (which is on USB) has unmounted itself.

later same day: Well, it’s all done now. iTunes still won’t make noises, but now (after updating Quicktime) I can hear YouTube for a change.

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lines on paper

Jonny Crossbones is an adventure in the style of Tintin.

Strange Maps is a new blog of obscure and hypothetical geography. Linked from a comment there is a Regional Map of North America’s Place-Based Food Traditions, showing Maple Syrup Nation, Pinyon Nut Nation, Salmon Nation and so on.

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it takes an expert?

Kaiser Permanente has a radio spot with this bit of dialogue:

So what did your doctor say?

Oh, she prescribed the same medication she always does.

And it worked?

M-hm! My doctor is awesome.

What’s wrong with this picture?

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checking it twice

Perhaps I ought to have a department of “What, if anything, are we to make of this?”

The Economist‘s pitch for gift subscriptions has the headline “Now they’ll know who’s been naughty and who’s been nice,” over a row of five headshots. Before the election the five faces were Tony Blair, the Dalai Lama, George “W” Bush, Sir Richard Branson and Kim Jong-il. Now they are Prince William of Wales, Osama bin Laden, [someone I can’t place: possibly an Israeli politician], Mel Gibson and Hillary Rodham Clinton.

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i’ve had worse days weeks, but still!

Chills, dizzy spells, foul-tasting cough, sinus pressure, runny nose —

If this is what it’s like to turn 46, I’m never gonna do it again.

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