How T.M. and I sometimes tend to think alike is beyond me, but it happens. Earlier posts by said Mr. Camp are particularly relevant. First, the bit about cell phone conversations being annoying. fucking annoying is how I believe he put it. He, and Mr. Nielsen are spot on about that. A similar observation I made recently is that people on airplanes or in airport terminals tend to talk to each other quietly and only when absolutely necessary.

Jessica and I, sitting on the plane en route from West Palm Beach to Cincinnati. I’m reading David Foster Wallace’s Everything and More. A Compact History of Infinity while she thumbs through the latest issue of Tiger Beat magazine. There’s a story there. Not sure how it reads, but I can’t wait to see how it ends.

I like to think that I have a sense for what upcoming films are going to be dogs. Or I used to, anyway. I was wrong about School of Rock and it looks as if I may have been wrong about Hellboy. I might have had a different outlook had I realized that Ron Perlman stars as Hellboy. Reminds me that I haven’t seen City of Lost Children in a long time.

The best movies are those you’ve never heard of. Why is that? Shattered Glass is one of them. This one kept me riveted the entire time. It’s the true story of Stephen Glass, young hot-shot reporter for the prestigious New Republic magazine, and the eventual discovery that he was fabricating most of his stories. Turns out that Hayden Christensen isn’t half bad as an actor. We can probably forgive him that little Star Wars thing.

A young woman from Kiev grabs a camera and dosimeter, hops on a motorcyle and travels through the Chernobyl “dead zone.” The result is a powerful series of photographs . I had forgotten that Mr. Camp already pointed to this earlier. For those of you who also read his weblog, (and you should), sorry for the double post.)

You’ve probably noticed that every day, the media makes us painfully aware of the world’s sorry state. We’ve had a couple of wars, economic “downturns”, kids with bombs strapped to them and whatnot. Folks hanging the charred bodies of murdered civilians from bridges was the last straw—I’ve decided to stop watching the news for a while. Put my head in the sand, so to speak. In the meantime, whenever the world, (i.

D. Keith Robinson has some ideas on handling clients when it comes the sometimes difficult task of promoting/explaining/defending the use of web standards.

Turns out there’s an obscure bug in some versions of internet explorer that choke on http POSTs when using SSL. Suddenly, form validation scripts get inadvertently triggered and variables that you’re absolutely certain are there just go POOF! but only once in a while. Makes it a bugger to debug. For those interested, the following addition to either httpd.conf or a valid .htaccess file in Apache seems to be the solution:

SPF: Sender Policy Framework looks to be a very workable solution to forged mail headers and spam.

Excitedly, I opened the “new entry” window in Movable Type and prepared to enter something. Then… Oops! Noodles are done… run into kitchen. Lay the noodles out nicely and cover with the meat sauce that took me like three hours to make. I use the term “sauce” loosely, as it ended up with a consistency of say, beef barbeque. Oh well, I finish putting together my very first attempt at real lasagna and head back into the office.

It used to be that weekends were made for Michelob. Now, they’re made for software (and a little scotch). This past weekend I had to get my hands dirty with: Postfix configuration Courier IMAP/SSL setup pop-before-smtp with Postfix Goofy details of Debian’s Apt system Spamassassin Apache/MySQL/PHP5 install Tweaks to a couple of Python scripts CVS Repository move from one server to another