Days: it’s a blog thing
Since August, 2001. Surely it can’t last…
Friday, December 05, 2003 ↓
The parking gods
I spent a little while today taking a look at a few blogs that I used to follow, but have dropped off my list of regular reads. I found a discussion of Parking Karma at starkdavingmad — here’s an extract:
Invariably, when I am driving alone, I have to park furlongs away from the place I’m actually trying to go. Last time I went to the supermarket just before Thanksgiving, I drove around the close parking lot about 4 times, missing some spots by a few feet. Frustrated, I went to the next parking lot over, some 2000 feet away. When I left the market, I had 5 bags totalling about 45 lbs (damn soup and juice) that I had to lug through the drizzling rain through puddles. Of course, on my way back to my car, I passed about 6 empty spots. Fack.
Whenever I’m in the car with Em, we seem to get the best spots imaginable. BART parking? No problem. Parking in front of Juanita’s to pick up some take-out Mexican food? Well, look what we found, an empty spot right in front. It never ceases to amaze me. If ever I get injured and have to go to the hospital, I will demand that someone take me, lest I die from loss of blood from driving around in circles.
A man who suffers the same problem I’ve endured all my adult life. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worthwhile taking my car, as I always end up having to park a country mile from where I’m going. Yet my pal Kenny unfailiingly finds a space right outside the door, often vacated by another driver just as he arrives. I’d swear they were getting out of the way especially for him. This typically happens when we are meeting somewhere, and I have just walked the three-and-a-half leagues from where I have parked to our actual destination, to find him parking in the perfect spot. At this point I am often heard to exclaim, “You anointed wee shit!”
Similarly anointed is my cousin Pat. On my last trip home to Scotland, we were headed to the Opal Lounge in one of Edinburgh’s busiest, parking-controlled streets, George Street. We both arrived in the street at exactly the same time, my car right behind his. Pat drove into a parking space right outside the lounge. Needless to say, there wasn’t another free space for a further two blocks.
The grind continues, and the archives finally work
I’m still plugging away at the site overhaul I mentioned some days ago. Replays, otherwise known as the blog archives, are now up and running again after a temporary absence.
Thursday, December 04, 2003 ↓
I’m a direct descendant of Charlemagne
Yes, that Charlemagne, the Holy Roman Emperor. But then it seems that if you are of European ancestry, so are you: Everyone is descended from Charlemagne.
Tuesday, December 02, 2003 ↓
The strange case of the missing blogger
It seems that Jorn Barger, well-known keeper of Robot Wisdom and man credited with coining the term “weblog”, is missing.
Given many of the views he holds and has expressed vigorously, it’s hard not to wonder if he has come under some threat and is hiding out somewhere. Or maybe that’s paranoia-by-proxy.
Monday, December 01, 2003 ↓
All you need to know about CSS selectors
Following on from its Listutorial and Floatutorial, Maxdesign now presents Selectutorial, a pretty comprehensive treatment of the subject of CSS selectors, including “the structure of rules, the document tree, types of selectors and their uses”. Good stuff.
Previous entries
Older material is stashed away under Replays.
