I realise I’ve not clarified what goes where in my ever-increasing (but still rarely updated) blog empire. So, personal / cultural / whimsical stuff goes here on darklooks. I reserve the right to be unsafe for the workplace (although by and large I’m a fairly worksafe person). Technical / geeky stuff goes on the Other Side at lightlooks.com, where you are welcome to hang out if you can bear the years between postings.
That is all.
I have debearded. Despite my own warnings to myself, I grew significant facial hair and as a result have spent a week in Croatia wishing I had a beard removal device of some sort. I am now sporting a sensible amount of stubble and feeling much better about life. And looking younger and slimmer and more fashionable to boot. In fact, it’s a wonder they haven’t given me an award of some sort. Such is life.
Today has been food and strategy. I present to you the perfectly-formed pearls of wisdom which leaked from my brain into the outside world along with one more from someone else which I thoroughly enjoyed.
1) “We’ll still be discussing how many angels will fit on the head of a pin while they’re off buying a sewing machine!” (Relevant in context, I assure you.)
2) In food as in life, you have to be consistently good for a long time to make up for a little while of being bad.” (I have been good, but there have been biscuits.)
Finally a QoTD which will last me for years:
“… and if you walk backwards, you’re… [pause] … going backwards.” Beat. Laughter.
Today is Sweetmorn, the 21st of Chaos, 3175, and I hope you enjoyed it too.
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Well, what do you know. Turns out there is a fix for my Wolverine obsession. The older I get, the more I learn…. Link
Just been to see Redford at the Grand in Clapham. They’re gooood. Recommended. (I’m biased, but I’m right.)
Some kind and well-meaning soul in Peru has decided to sing the praises of… well, something — spam is so abstract these days — to the world, using a number of made-up darklooks.com email addresses in the “From” header. Swine. This means that thousands of well-meaning people keep telling me I’ve sent spam, or that they’re out of the office. Today, about 1700 of them did so.
Of course, I’ve been merrily telling people for weeks “oh, anything at darklooks.com will reach me”. So what I’m doing now is redirecting any address the spammers have used to that marvellous thing, /dev/null. This still leaves me open to abuse of other addresses at this domain, so I guess the ultimate solution (if they don’t just leave me alone and get bored) will be to ignore all mail to the domain unless it’s to exactly my address. Not doing it yet though, as it’s kind of a shame; spammers ruin the internet once again. And there was me thinking I’d never tire of being addressed as poo at darklooks.
I’m mildly surprised (given that spoofing of the from address is unutterably easy and incredibly common) that people still bounce messages they themselves have already IDd as spam to the putative sender. Ah well. Go figure.
Back onto the blogroll. Undoubtedly will never remember to keep it up. It’s a tough life.