‘Nuff said… or not?

I was surprised to find that neither the Wikiquote nor Wikipedia entries for Stan Lee credits him with what I consider to be his most famous quotation, ‘Nuff said! It seems to be almost exclusively associated with him by the population of the intarwebs, but that source has been wrong once or twice before. Is this one of the things I only think I know?

If only I knew someone who could confirm or deny for this True Believer….

The Greatest Canadian Inventi… huh?

I’m not one to complain—much—but I did have to laugh at part of CBC’s The Greatest Canadian Invention tonight. Coming in at number twelve was the Java programming language, invented by Alberta’s James Gosling. So what did all of the on-screen graphics show?

XML.

Most of it was fairly generic XML, although there was a sample that was at least Java-related: an Ant buildfile. And I guess it looks computer-y to have dense blocks of characters with lots of <s and >s thrown in. But really, come on.

That said, Tim Bray, co-editor of and a major contributor to the XML specification, is also Canadian, so at least that part was right.

What I did on my winter vacation

Winter may be stretching it—it was almost ten degrees today—but I’m not going to let that get in the way of a good post title.

  • Went to see Kristin and D. The evening started really well, thanks to two events that took place even before the music began, one involving Ms Sweetland and one a St. Thomasite. Kristin was great, when I could see and hear her, and played a new song that jumped into my list of tunes I’ll never manage to request. 😉 Glorious Enemy was as haunting as I’ve ever heard it. The crowd wasn’t there for music, though, and D’s set was interrupted several times, mainly by the rowdy bunch who were there to see the next performer.
  • Rebuilt my primary Linux box. I had most of the pieces to do so because I knew it had been acting funny, but didn’t realize until I’d installed it that the new motherboard needed a new power supply (when is ATX not ATX? when it’s EATX) and new video card (since it doesn’t support AGP).
  • Rewatched the first half of the first season of Slings and Arrows with my sister and brother-in-law. Rachel McAdams… sigh. 🙂
  • Celebrated Christmas with the whole newly-extended immediate family and my dad’s brothers and their families. Ate a ton, including turkey twice (three times if you count the turkey pie my mom sent home, which was yesterday’s dinner), spinach lasagna on Boxing Day (my main contribution, lunch for parents, siblings and spouses at my place), sushi (made by dad and me under my brother’s expert tutelage) and fajitas (my brother’s doing). Somehow my sister got out of cooking duties, which I guess is fair: she usually makes bread while she’s home, and pie crusts which my mom uses throughout the year.
  • Upgraded my Linux installation to 64-bit. I could have done this on the old P4 system but never thought of it. It was harder than I thought—though not too hard—and I’m not sure it’s bought me anything on a day-to-day basis, but it’s done.
  • Finally migrated the services and files from my old Linux box to the new one. While I can no longer claim I’m a four-computer, three-Linux-box geek, I have cut my energy consumption substantially by turning one off.
  • Spent an uncharacteristically large amount of money on a gift to myself, which won’t be here for an undetermined amount of time. We’ll see which gets here first, it or the thing that will make it useful.
  • Figured out how to get DAAP running between Rhythmbox and iTunes on the Mac. Well, almost. Turns out OSX is a willing client but not-so-willing server; thank you Apple for turning yet another decent idea into a piece of worthless proprietary garbage. Since I’m in a migrating/power-saving mood, I’m going to start getting everything off the Mac and shut it down too.
  • Enhanced the listing for Les Dangereuses on my fan site for Lenni Jabour & The Third Floor. The CD’s only been out for fourteen months, so it seemed about time! Now I just need to get to that long-promised/long-needed redesign which I promised a year and a half ago….
  • Watched Superman II: The Richard Donner Cut. Even with the rough edges it’s a vastly superior movie to the theatrical release, aka the Lester cut. The most-appreciated change: Non, the mute, is actually a threatening character, with only a few seconds where he provides a tiny bit of comic relief. Makes you wonder what the series could have been.
  • Watched four of the six Rocky movies. That is, if you can call skipping through Rocky V (which it turns out I’d seen before) watching it. Know what? They’re not particularly good. In a way the Rocky series reminds me of the Star Wars series: the more recent ones make the earlier ones worse. (I’ve heard Rocky Balboa redeems the series a bit, but it’s not high on my list at the moment.)
  • Got myself back on Phase 1 of South Beach. I’ve spent more on groceries in the last week than the last month!
  • Configured SPF for this domain in what’s probably a futile attempt to prevent addresses from appearing to be sent by peterjanes.ca.

And it’s not over yet: I booked Tuesday off too, because I just can’t bring myself to give up all this fun!

Boy meets blog

Some potential plotlines for Matt and Tammy‘s story:

Mystery Science Theatre
Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy builds new girl.
Can’t Live With ’Em, Pass The Beer Nuts
Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy goes on with life.
A Very Special Episode
Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy swears off high-stakes poker and joins Gamblers Anonymous.
Today on Jerry Springer
Boy meets girl. Boy meets girl. Boy meets girl. Boy meets girl. Boy meets girl. Boy is arrested for polygamy.
They Are Among Us
Boy meets “girl”. Girl eats boy.
The W Channel
Girl doesn’t need boy to live a happy, meaningful life.
Otto, A Biography
Boy meets girl. Girl has boyfriend.
New York Stories
Goy meets girl.
The Lone Gunman Or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Groundhog Day
Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy meets girl….
The God Squad
Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy marries church.
The “G” Word
Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy meets boy.
Requiem For A Geek
Boy blogs about never meeting girls.
All’s Fair In Love And Kryptonite
Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy’s alter ego gets girl.
The Leap Home
Oh boy!

Five things, five tags

Well well well… there are now five active bloggers from work other than me. (Oops, six, sorry… consider yourself tagged too!) There’s also a meme making the rounds that involves tagging five people to list five things about themselves that not many people know. And I don’t think we’ve actually had a full-on challenge going between the blogs yet—other than trying to keep up with Matt!—so it’s about frickin’ time!

To kick it off, here are my five things:

  1. My first real job was cataloguing tombstone inscriptions in a cemetery.
  2. From about a month after birth until I went to university I lived in only one house; my parents still live there today.
  3. I have a tic of sorts where I mentally count the letters, spaces and punctuation in phrases and sentences as if I were typing them. I derive a slight bit of pleasure from discovering multiples of eight and eleven.
  4. I once wrote a program that replaced all of the Commodore 64’s text (38911 BYTES FREE, READY., etc.) with its German equivalent.
  5. I broke my finger punching a clown-shaped garbage receptacle at Rainbow Valley in Cavendish, PEI.

“Type faster”

Post started: 02:15

Had a strange experience at work today: someone, whose name shall remain Kimota94 aka Matt, told me via IM that you may be the World’s Slowest Typist.

Why is that strange? Because I type really quickly and accurately, to the point where I get regular comments about how fast my fingers move. I got kicked out of my Grade 9 keyboarding class because I was already touch-typing faster than the end-of-term goal thanks to my superior spelling ability (but that’s another story). Several years ago one of the admin assistants and I raced to see who’d come out faster; I don’t remember the exact result, which probably means I lost, but we were within one or two wpm of each other.

So why does K94aM think I’m a slow typist? I can think of a few reasons:

  1. I’m not as fast as I used to be. Probably true, but not to the extent that anyone who’s not paying close attention would notice. I’ve also picked up some tricks along the way that people don’t recognize, like using cw in vi instead of hitting x repeatedly and then i.
  2. I’m easily distracted. While I’m typing a message my mail notification will sound, or there’ll be a message on the intranet chat server, or I’ll hear something funny in the discussion behind me, and I’ll take a few seconds to acknowledge it and perhaps respond. Okay, okay, the discussion part is a straw man; Mike will confirm that I’ve got a near-legendary reputation for being able to ignore anything going on in my office unless someone says my name.
  3. I’m a slow thinker. True in certain situations; I often like to ponder over ideas before saying anything rather than blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. However, our discussion at the time didn’t involve much in the way of deep thought.
  4. The instant-messaging software we use shows when the person on the other end starts and stops typing. I wonder if the perception would be any different if I disabled that so my messages would simply appear, fully-formed, when I finally deign to press Enter.
  5. I edit and rewrite and reread everything. This is the key, I think. J’aime le mot juste, and I’m constantly looking to see if a sentence doesn’t flow or if there’s a better way to phrase something; I regularly delete the entire message I’ve typed and start over. This probably also helps to explain why my blog output is low—in the time it’s taken me to rewrite this post Matt probably would have written four or five of similar length—and why the simple act of writing a three-paragraph email to a friend sometimes takes hours.

That last point may also explain my reduced reading speed: instead of reading for content, I find myself reading for grammar, spelling and punctuation. I’ve given up completely on a few books because of their atrocious editing (or, more accurately, lack of same) and when asked to read over a document at work I’ll sometimes wind up rewriting large portions because of something that irks me.

(The title of this post, of course, is Isaac Asimov’s famous reply to the question of what he would do if he found out he only had six months to live.)

Post finished: 04:32

It’s the end of the… year… as we know it

Well, true to form, the last two performances I plan to attend this year will be part of my continuing celebration of indy music, written and performed by fetching young ladies.

The second-last was over a week ago now, and was a last one in its own right: Miss Claire de Lune Jenkins Avec Band played their final show before going off to record a CD in a single extended weekend session. And they blew the doors off the joint with Claire’s sweet original songs, starting with the quieter Crow’s Nest and traversing folk, country and rock during the 12-song set before finishing up with a full-on reggae version of Revolution. Although I’d heard most of the songs before, I’d never heard them like this—it’s gonna be a great release, sometime early next year.

The last gig happens tomorrow night, right here in London town. Kristin Sweetland, who’s also in the process of recording a new CD, is playing a Christmas show on the winter solstice along with whistlin’ revivalist D Trevlon and a few other guests. I’ve only seen D play once, but I’ve listened to his CD over and over; it’s an album of western music (in the country-western sense) but filtered through Ennio Morricone and the Doors to produce something that’s intriguing and different. And Kristin… enough good can’t be said, but I’ll give it a shot. I always come away from Kristin’s shows in awe of her guitar prowess and her passion for music and language and story. There aren’t enough of her kind around, and she doesn’t play nearly as often as I’d like.