Retreat
The saddest commit message ever: Punting BugzID:XXX-NNNN On the other hand, I’m going home this evening.
The saddest commit message ever: Punting BugzID:XXX-NNNN On the other hand, I’m going home this evening.
Today feels like it should be Thursday. But it feels like a Monday. And it is a Monday at that. Stupid feelings.
I think I’m going to be a little sad every time I walk by one of these now.
Doubled the number of radials on the 43′ vertical out back and I think I’ve cut down the background noise from about a S6 to a S4.5. Quiet stations are now a bit easier to pick up. Speaking of which…QSO with Cuba! 20 meters is truly the magic band. Sending this QSL card is going…
You’re standing in the electronics aisle of your favorite hardware store thinking to yourself “I’ve got a razor blade and some pliers. This should work.” You are wrong. You’re standing in the electronics aisle of your favorite hardware store thinking to yourself “I’ve got pliers. Maybe the stripping tool is sufficient.” You are still wrong.…
I jokingly called Mirriam-Webster [1] a tool of the descriptivists in the middle of a grammar war. And then someone literally made my brain asplode. [1] http://www.merriam-webster.com/ [2] http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/literally
Speling is hard. I wonder who gets to pay whom over this email advertisement I received today:
Is it me or does the latest MSN spam look like a glossy print advertisement for some form of feminine hygiene product? It’s me, isn’t it?
I spent lunch today bouncing around area Post Offices until someone could definitively tell me that, while the USPS honors International Reply Coupons [1], they do not sell them [2]. So now sending a SASE to Omsk involves finding an online market for these products, knowing someone in a country with a postal service with…
So the blog gets a fair bit o’ comment spam. It gets filtered to the quarantine and every so often I go wading through that slime hole just on the odd chance someone real has commented on a post but got falsely accused. This is the degree to which I secretly covet comments on my…