Yay, Ben and Ogged, for getting stuff done!
I'm rather conscious that somebody, somewhere, is paying for all this (no idea how much) and that I've never been asked to contribute. Would it spoil the clean lines of the site to put up a tip jar?
I DEMAND NOT TO BE REMINDED THAT THINGS ON THE INTERNET COST MONEY. I RESENT THE IMPLICATION THAT YOUR VALUED CONTRIBUTORS ARE FREELOADERS. SIGH, WHEN WILL YOU DINOSAURS LEARN, CONTENT WILL JUST BE PIRATED IF YOU TRY TO PROFIT FROM IT. SIGH.
This was fun last time*. It appears that some lessons have been learned, however.
*And it led to us doing this memorable thread 1½ times.
Would it spoil the clean lines of the site to put up a tip jar?
Yes. And the server host charges on a per-comment basis, so just make 'em count.
Actually, Stormcrow, it's funny that you're here. We're going to issue vouchers so that you older folks can buy comments on the free market. It's a really great idea.
I'm selling comment offsets. Up to 100 content-free comments for every front page post I don't publish.
I think I see some potential for abuse in this plan.
Comment Default Swaps: you pay me a small fee for every comment of yours that isn't pwned, and I pay out when you do get pwned. You can also buy CDSs on Stanley's comments not containing egregious puns.
2: If there's ever a meetup you can show up at, you owe the posters a drink. If there isn't, you owe someone else a drink. Recipient selection is left as an exercise for the commenters.
If only I'd shorted Meekins when I had the chance, I'd be a comment billionaire.
OT: Aaaarghh! How the hell do you de-select the fucking hand-grabby tool in a PDF document in order to let you enter text again? I'm filling out my taxes and I've somehow enabled the hand tool and can't see how to disable it again. I have one line, one line, left to fill in.
Double click? Or select the tool that looks like a capital letter "I". I'm just throwing out guesses here.
Pish-posh. I closed the document and reopened it, and I'm told that that document has been changed and certain rights -- the ability to fill in the form -- are no longer available. Off to fill it in again, afresh.
It is true that I'm using an older version of Adobe Reader, which I'd declined to update, but which had not been causing me problems with the whole filling-in-forms thing.
Don't be silly. A lovely man who for some inexplicable reason apparently continues to support this place in whatever fashion.
He continues to be the one who owns the domain name and he isn't a total jerk.
He owns the rights to all our best comments. When he publishes his anthology of cock jokes we won't see a penny.
You'll tear that domain name from his cold, dead hands.
It sure would be ridiculous if this comment shows up at the old server.
Ha. I forgot about the time difference!
In fairness, it was always going to be difficult to ascertain ownership of some of the more complicated comment tranches.
2: A bunch of us did make donations when the site had to move, because we were using too much bandwidth.
26, 27: New, but at 26! The times are right now .. that's the issue. And why I need to wait a couple of minutes to post, I bet. Since I did at 12:56 old time...
You have to pay extra for custom time.
Yes, looks like I was blocked when I had a prior 12:56 sitting out there and it wasn't 12:56 yet. Careful, this is how time loops happen.
Hah. I think I got the first-non-neb comment afterall. SO THERE. Pauly will be so envious.
One day this shit will go down without annoying hiccups.
This was much smoother. So we are approaching no hiccups! Thanks neb and ogged.
So now can we have a complete site redesign, built around a 14 or 16pt font (for starters)?
36: I too am appreciative. Unlike some.
Go ogged, whoever he is, and neb, despite the fact that he wrote a dissertation.
Anyone have any ideas for a redesign? I say it should have a layout sensitive to screen-size/orientation, so that (f'rex) portrait-oriented screens wouldn't have to suffer the dilemma of overly-long-lines vs. wasted-space.
despite the fact that he wrote a dissertation.
Is writing even now!
Is the orientation of one's screen among the bits of information communicated by one's browser to a web server? I have no idea, but I'd be surprised.
42: I should probably email my committee and let them know I'm not. I am sure they've figured it out for themselves by now, but I could have been more explicit.
I believe so. Why don't you read this, and report back to us?
I'm waiting for a lottery to be proposed.
I got proposed to, but it went downhill quickly.
I tried using mod_rewrite to point everyone who's still getting to the old site to this one, but when I tested posting a comment out (with links, of all things) it didn't work. I suspect this is because links is one of the browsers that "erroneously" (per some standard) converts a POST to a GET on receiving a 301 redirect. If only browsers of links' vintage do that, then I'll just go through with it, but if lots of them do it it may not be worth it.
Firefox appears to do the wrong thing too. Or, I myself am doing the wrong thing. It's hard to tell sometimes.
Okay, I'm going to hang out here on the new site now.
Because screw all those weirdos on the other server.
I really wouldn't put too much effort into it. It's Sunday night and people will get switched over eventually.
You say that apo, but what you don't realize is how utterly glorious and pure it is here on the new server.
Is it really just us? That's kind of wonderful. We can tell secrets!
For the moment it is, but as you can see from the above, x. trapnel, Moby, and JP have been here as well.
To answer this: Is the orientation of one's screen among the bits of information communicated by one's browser to a web server? I have no idea, but I'd be surprised.
It's not communicated to the server necessarily, but there's a window.orientation property in mobile Safari.
57: I don't believe that for a minute. Some kind of black magic was involved there.
Am I not here? It feels as though I am.
61: No. No, I could not post there too.
Just keep trying!
I love that apo is reading these but is unable to post here. OH HI, APO!
But really, you need to set the new server's clock to Unfogged Standard Time. It seems to think it's located in some normal place like the west coast.
Not just Mountain, but Mountain plus fourteen minutes or whatever it was.
I just verified that all 4 home systems (on 2 of which I did not flush DNS), work computer using VPN into work network, iPhone and a 'droid are all coming to the new one, so I'd think most would be here.
I'm only here because I edited my /etc/hosts.
Google's lame-o DNS still has the old site. Every other DNS info source which systems to which I have access has the new site.
In fact, google's lame-o DNS seems to think the TTL for the old server's DNS entry is 10x larger than it should be (I reduced it rather a while ago).
What's the over/under on time until Pauly posts here?
Comments, I mean. Posts a comment. Whatever. I'm not betting on his being made a front-page poster.
Just reverted my /etc/hosts and still here. Propagation happens faster'n it used to, I tell you what.
Whoops, I take it back. That was weird.
Having reverted /etc/hosts, flushed cache, run dig, and hard-refreshed multiple times, I seem to be here.
Let's see if I have a Sifu-like experience now.
Now nobody's posting anywhere. There's some secret third site, isn't there?
Now nobody's posting anywhere. There's some secret third site, isn't there?
It's a beautiful spring Sunday (around here anyway). Probably everyone is out fornicating or something.
I was out listening to a talk on market hunting in the Central Valley at the turn of the century. And then walking around in the beautiful sun -- and now, now, I am cursing my allergies.
(I just wanted to see if my comment would post correctly. I don't understand any of this etc business you people speak of upthread.)
That must have been a long talk, or a long walk, or both.
86: You've already been here for years waiting for us, right?
There may have been a long lunch involved. And possibly some other stuff.
I'm kind of tempted to write a greasemonkey script that'll allow me to keep posting on the old server until it goes away entirely, but that would be stupid, wouldn't it?
84: I confess I can't make out what "market hunting" is -- at the turn of the century? Hunting for an economic market, a sales venue, for one's goods?
91: You got it; there used to be a huge market for wild animals (particularly birds of all stripes, but especially water fowl) on home and restaurant tables. (And also for things like ladies' hats.) As they took game in such large numbers, it was a big factor in population decline, along with the degradation and loss of habitat.
Right. That sounds like a hunt for goods as much as hunt for a market for them. The degradation and loss of habitat for ladies' hats seems grim.
Or, I guess you mean that ladies' hats featured bird feathers.
Right; market hunting is used opposite pot hunting - hunting for your own use, and is also distinct from sport hunting. And now I will stop clarifying what almost certainly was a joke!
But while I'm at it, please substitute a - for the , above.
This new site has no background music.
81: Or Tripod.
I was teasing somewhat about the habitat for ladies' hats, but otherwise: no, I didn't know about "market" vs. "pot" hunting. Makes sense. We were actually misunderstanding one another. "Hunting" is ambiguous between actually hunting and just looking for to identify and target a ... market.
There's good pot huntin' in Humboldt, boy howdy.
Now see, that makes sense to me now! Thanks, Parenthetical. This unfogged place in its new location is awesome.
And thanks, ben, for your work. Everybody owes you a free breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
There may have been a long lunch involved. And possibly some other stuff.
So, on the new server, are we just supposed to let this kind of thing pass without comment?
I think Paren's beau is not in town for a week or two yet, and she has not yet grilled octopus on her car engine, so yes, we pass.
And flushing my DNS got me back here again. Took me a while to find out how to get to a command line in Windows.
I'm not getting hot flushing yet. Another ten years or so.
103: Oh, right, forgot about the timing. I thought she was being coy. As you were.
97: Ooh! I had "my" meaning so firmly embedded in my head there was naught a chance of me picking up on the confusion. I really hate it when that happens!
102, 103, 107: The amusing part is that by "other things" I did actually mean "spend an excessive amount of time on Skype." But! I was not intending to imply salacious encounters.
I did have a dream about nosflow last night, though...
A new server should mean all-new, all-different X-Men commenter personae. Who will be the lovable chimneysweep? The veiled Levantine woman restlessly, endlessly dealing tarocchi to an empty table? The scarred, gloved Eurasian? The goldsmith in his shabby suit of wheat-colored linen? The portly innkeeper?
It should go without saying that I reserve for myself the role of diffident, boyish librarian shadowy avenger of the night, but, you know, dibs.
109.1: we tried this. It was bad news.
I did have a dream about nosflow last night, though...
I heard that if you don't wake-up before he corrects your syntax, you die.
110: Seize the chance and be born anew!
Maybe Flip just means we could shift personae altogether. Hm.
Pie filling thickened with tapioca is... stretchy. I probably should have looked harder for arrowroot.
Is Passover cooking the culinary equivalent of a lipogram?
You included that hyphen just to annoy me, didn't you, Moby?
Is Passover cooking the culinary equivalent of a lipogram?
It's an excuse to eat matzoh brei and almond cakes.
Somebody brought salt-free matzo to the office. I'm assuming (hoping?) it is for smushing and using in a recipe when you want to control the salt.
There was no grammar. There was some kind of conference, and neb has apparently taken to living in a lighthouse that's cantilevered out over the sea itself, with a cranky old man for a landlord and lots of expensive bikes about. I really shouldn't read unfogged before I go to bed.
Or is all matzo supposed to be saltless?
Robinson Jeffers has nothing on my spire.
But really, (), referring to it as a "conference" is awfully old-fashioned.
I wonder if there are end-of-passover–themed Viagra ads.
a lighthouse that's cantilevered out over the sea itself, with a cranky old man for a landlord and lots of expensive bikes about
So bob's in your dream, and Tweety, or at least evidence of him. The lighthouse is, of course, a phallus. Go on—how did you feel about these things, in your dream?
The bikes are a tossup between Tweety and ari, actually.
I left out the best/most disturbing part. In order to get to said lighthouse, you rode upon something that I can only describe as a segway for the water.
The lighthouse element came from recalling my great-great-grandfather, who was a lighthouse keeper in the Florida keys in a conversation earlier that day, I think.
Maybe Paren dreamed she was a siren in her Maidenform bra.
By the way, happy Palm Sunday, Internet reprobates.
Given the homophone, the Segway should be the standard form of transportation in dreams. And you may think that the lighthouse comes from recalling your great-great-grandfather, but don't be deceived: it signifies a phallus. Anyway, go on.
You're saying Paren's great-great-grandfather was a dick? Real nice Jesus.
I wonder if there is any less appealing word for the breasts than "dugs" (now used, as the OED notes, "contemptuously", which makes me wonder in turn if I would feel differently about its sound if the circumstances of its use were greatly different).
This question brought to you by 126.
129: It's O.K. if you're given the homophone, but I wouldn't pay extra for it. You can use a regular cell phone regardless.
By the way, happy Palm Sunday, Internet reprobates.
You've reminded us of Lent, now of Palm Sunday: is there something you're trying to say?
131: What you saw the picture in 126 and thought "nice dugs"?
It was considerably more complex than that, as befits my mind of many turnings.
134: I want to share the charms of the liturgical year?
131: "with her fronts bobblin' at him like a pair of geese"
137: And neb has one of the sharpest tools in the shed.
If you want a little extra attention from your priest, you could go barefoot and not bathe between now and Maundy Thursday.
And that would differ from the usual?
When do we daub ashes on our foreheads?
144: At the start of Lent or when applying for a job at Ruby Tuesday.
Oh Maundy Maundy, how could you leave and not take me?
Parsimon, you heathen, you missed it. And we don't daub ashes on our foreheads, anyway, we get ashes daubed on our foreheads while the priest says, all we are is dust in the wind remember man, that you are dust...
Isn't there also a day on which we carry, er, poppies? is it? around?
143: I bathe! Periodically.
144: Ash Wednesday, which was a few weeks ago at the beginning of Lent. (That's where last year's Palm Sunday palms went (or should have gone; I always wonder whether palms provide sufficient ash).)
149.2: I've got about 8 years worth of palms around the house. I never remember to bring them back.
149.2: I've always wondered that too, especially since I was a kid and everyone I saw took their palms home. Um, don't we need to bring these back? What will we do on Ash Wednesday if we don't?
I know that it's Ash Wednesday, you nutcases! I was raised Catholic, not that you can tell. I could swear there was a day involving red flowers, though; but that's really in the true mists of childhood memory.
Unusually tinted pumpkins on All Hallows Eve?
154: No. I honestly have no idea what I'm remembering. Small flowers, like poppies, often substituted with/by artificial ones, just on that one day.
I'll check Wikipedia, but then I'm off.
The pumpkin is a very Christian gourd. What squash or calabash would give itself to gutting, cutting and flame to light our way home?
Wikipedia says:
A second interpretation of poppies in Classical mythology is that the bright scarlet colour signifies a promise of resurrection after death.
Maybe I was a member of some weird retro-Catholic sect.
156: You're thinking of Armistice Day, no?
156: Was it the May Day crowning of Mary? That usually involves flowers.
Or maybe I'm conflating the whole thing with Veterans' Day, which would be creepy but not entirely surprising.
Passover baking is the equivalent of a lipogram. The brisket I made today lacks for nothing.
I could swear there was a day involving red flowers
Valentines Day.
Fun fact: poinsettias are in the genus Euphorbia, so you can use euphorbias to celebrate both Christmas and Easter.
159: Yeah, so it seems. It's slightly odd to me that I'd have that filed in my childhood category-making with a religious holiday, but apparently so.
Memorial Day used to be called Decoration Day. But I think the poppies are a Canadian and British thing, part of Remembrance Day/Armistice Day/Veterans Day in November.
Maybe in New England Wilfred Owen and his poetry are better remembered? You grew up there, right, parsimon?
Pre-salted matzoh exists and sucks, as do abominations like egg matzoh and onion matzoh. Plain matzoh with good fresh butter and some good salt sprinkled on top is wonderful. Ham and butter also go very well with matzoh for you ecumenical religious holiday fusion cuisine types.
Just the other day I was explaining Holy Week to Thundersnow (who did not suffer a childhood under the iron fist of Cathol), and when I got to the part about bringing the palms from Palm Sunday back to be burnt for Ash Wednesday, I realized how totally zany it sounds.
167.2: Yes, a New Englander. A very prideful, defiant, and stoic bunch.
Whitsuntide! Whitsuntide!
What's untied on Whitsuntide?
Someone else can do the "triumphantly entering Jerusalem, riding on an ass" joke. I'm not really up to it at the moment.
The word "dugs" always makes me think of Tiresias and TS Eliot.
167 *not Wilfred Owen* !, the poppies come (probably) from a Canadian revenge poem Owen would not have written
I see a Canadian's addressed this:
http://www.arts.uwaterloo.ca/~kwesthue/rememday.htm
Ah, the change is NOT an issue at work. Yay!
179: Same here. But my phone is hanging out all lonely-like on the old site.
My Little Pauly...My Little Pauly
What will today's adventure be?
My Little Pauly...My Little Pauly
Will there be exciting sights to see?
2:
I am told that the site earns a healthy sum from the Heebie butt picture residuals.
182: Or as we call them, the paycheeks.
