A Minor Nit

I’ve inherited my Mom’s intolerance of clocks that aren’t right. I just now noticed that the timestamp on my last three posts is wrong; it’s the EDT, not EST, time.

So, I made a little adjustment to the time-stamping, after seeing this in WP settings for timezone:

Unfortunately, you have to manually update this for Daylight Savings Time. Lame, we know, but will be fixed in the future.

Roger the lame part.

-k-

UPDATE: After posting this, it originally appeared below the three chronologically previous posts. So, I had to manually update several timestamps. All’s right with the world. Lameness, however, is approaching unacceptability, as far as timestamps are concerned.

Snowbound and Upgraded

I spent part of Snow Day today upgrading this old blog to WordPress 2.9.

I’ve never been able to get the automatic WP upgrade to work; it seems to download the upgrade, it says “Done” in the dashboard status bar, but then nothing happens. Perhaps I’m either impatient, do not understand the process, or both.

So, I reverted to my tried and true manual update process, which worked flawlessly again. And that process is quick in its own right. So, I really spent a small part of the Snow Day upgrading.

The WordPress banner files on a taller pole today, the better to be seen above the snow.

Thanks, WordPress!
-k-

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And the Radio still works..


When life sends you snow, you blog about it. With pictures. This one reveals our outside Sirius Satellite Radio antenna. This is needed to get any kind of reliable signal at all; here in the underbelly of our three-level townhouse, the indoor antenna just doesn’t cut it.

I think it looks like a little Christmas tree. The snow accumulation on top of the fence rail is gettin’ right up there as well.

And, in the interest of complete reporting, I just fired up the Sirius receiver, and it still gets a signal, and plays all those great country tunes I love to hear.

For now, though, we’re back to watching Texas basketball, the Kansas Jayhawks already having dispatched Michigan in the previous game.

I really don’t mind being snowed in; the thoughts of the Big Dig which inevitably ensue detract from the comfort of being comfortably ensconced with MLB and our faithful cat here at tbbs WorldHQ.

For now, I’ll revel in the comfortable ensconcement, which probably isn’t a word. But you understand my meaning.

-k-

White Brinkmanns and Webers


The view of the deck, taken just a few minutes ago. That white conical device is our Brinkmann Smoker, under a fresh blanket of the white stuff. To the right is the black Weber Kettle grill, sporting the latest in white hattery. We’re expecting 10-18″ before this storm moves on up the coast, and we’re currently under a blizzard warning; winds are supposed to get gusty as the front moves on.

I’m reevaluating all the I Love Four Seasons1 statements that I’ve ever made. In some sense, I stand by that statement. The real reevaluation starts tomorrow, when I take shovel in hand to begin the Big Dig.

-k-


1 The weather kind, not the singing kind.

Not Science

But, in the spirit of the season, this is damn funny:

-k-
h/t: Cato@Liberty

Happy Thanksgiving!

The turkeys are hitting the ground like sacks of wet cement.
–Les Nessman

Maybe that’s what happens in Cincinnati; here in NoVA, our turkey is atop a bunch of charcoal and hickory chunks; the smoke wafts upward towards the cold, cloudy, gray sky, and blends in nicely.

Not exactly Over the River and Through the Woods, but good enough for old five and dimers like me.

Happy Thanksgiving!
-k-

Game, Set, and Match

You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by
legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person
receives without working for, another person must work for
without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody
anything that the government does not first take from
somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they
do not have to work because the other half is going to
take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea
that it does no good to work because somebody else is going
to get what they work for, that my friend, is about the end of
a nation. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it.1

Or more succinctly:

Put your head between your knees.
Then kiss your ass goodbye.

We have fallen, without a shot being fired.

-k-

Punchlines #27

I still have a weblog, though you couldn’t tell it of late. If it weren’t for cheesy series like the punchlines, I’d have little to post. From one of MLB’s email jokesters:

“I thought so too,” said Mildred, “but this one’s eatin’ my popcorn”

-k-

George is Safe

MLB’s ficus tree, which(whom?) she has named George, is now in his winter quarters here at tbbsWorldHQ.

As she likes to say, “He called my name” when she bought him at Long’s or Lucky’s during our exile period in California in the 1980’s. And George lives!

So, it’s now my job to make George comfortable, starting in the vernal warmth, wherein I schlep him outside. In the autumnal chills, that now have descended into freezes, I dutifully bring George back into the warmth of the house, where he spends the winter.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

We’re now in the fall repeat cycle, and MLB is smiling.

I’ve never seen George smile, but a smiling MLB trumps a dead George any day.

Being a good husband since 1979, I faithfully remain.

-k-

A Patch in Time

I just got word that a patch I submitted will be included in Fedora 12.

OK, so the problem was a simple typo in system-config-kickstart, which caused it to crash when invoked with the –generate option. Something a junior high kid could fix. But that’s not the point.

I post this, not to blow my own horn, but to document an event that’s important to me. In opening the bug and posting the patch, I got to work some levers in Red Hat’s Bugzilla. I got a taste of participating in a project that I absolutely love. I did what I think one should do in FOSS projects.

As I commented when I posted the patch:

I’m very new at all this. Someday, may my talent match my enthusiasm.

And, as minor as this contribution is and will be, it’s my first one. And the taste is sweet.

-k-