Flirts with geeks
(dancing with wolves is so passe)
Posted: In memoriam, Michael Jackson
Seinfeld coding dream
Too much cheese?I dreamed I was in a large hall somewhere, full of programmers with whom I have worked, all drinking beer and chatting away.
I was dimly aware that in the background there were stand up comedians doing their stuff, one after the other, all being fastidiously ignored.
Standing next to me was Jerry Seinfeld who approached and told me that he was worried. Not only was everyone else bombing, but he has entirely new material and was worried that it would be poorly received. He asked me if I would give him a comment after his act and I agreed. He left to perform and I promptly forgot him, drinking beer and chatting.
He came back and asked 'what about that comment", to which I replied "/* increment loop control variable */".
India plans hot chilli grenades
Indian defence scientists are planning to put one of the world's hottest chilli powders into hand grenades.They say the devices will be used to control rioters and in counter-insurgency operations.
Researchers say the idea is to replace explosives in small hand grenades with a certain variety of red chilli to immobilise people without killing them. The chilli, known as Bhut Jolokia, is said to be 1,000 times hotter than commonly used kitchen chilli.
Scientists at India's Defence Research and Development Organisation (DRDO) are quoted as saying the potent chilli will be used as a food additive for troops operating in cold conditions.
And the powder will also be spread on the fences around army barracks in the hope the strong smell will keep out animals.
Other forms of pepper spray are commonly used for crowd control in many parts of the world.
In security
We are doing some government work, doing the D part of some R&D where a local university did the R.The gave us a few laptops to develop the project further and really showed that they understand security.
And these lads are supposed to be Singapore's brightest!
Thar she blows!
I am approaching my highest weight ever. If I walk naked past a mirror, I expect to see Captain Ahab sneaking up on me.Time for action!
Now I could use the scientific method, observe and analyze: for instance, this morning the scales tell me that I lost a kilo yesterday. So, what was different yesterday from the day before? Al that I can think of is that Ronald is in town and we went for pizza and beer , to catch up and discus business possibilities. Conclusion: pizza and beer cause weight loss.
Alternatively, I could go with a gut feeling (which I am, alas, well qualified to do). Sigh - no more beer; farewell, old friend, I will miss you; I'd rather drown a puppy, but a graham's gotta do … (wow, that's so depressing, I think I'll have a … d'oh!).
So, no no beer, step up the running, maybe every day now, lift some weights and watch what I eat. I think I won't bother to watch the scale, just look in the mirror until I like what I see.
Sorry, no funny joke at the end of this post.
Linux - onna stick
Another new toy, but at least I am scaling back. Ubutnu on a lurid pink 2gB mini-USB, with 1gB free for user data and the o/s in write-protected ROM.I will either hang it from my keyring, or remove the lurid pink casing and carry it in my wallet. In either case, I will always have it with me.
And, no, Danny, I will not install Wine and a bunch of Windows password hackers!
The perfect toy … totally drool-worthy and will almost certainly never be used
and at U.S $10.24, they're cutting their own throats!
Upslod … to a leaf!
The 105 bus was very late, which is becoming a frequent occurrence lately, so didn't have time to get breakfast from Steven's fruit stall and settled on grabbing a curry puff as I passed by.There were a few new arrangements there, like a heated glass cabinet contaminating mystery fritters, mystery balls (best not ask, fried eggs (a bargain at fifty cents), chicken drumsticks the size of turkey's, deep fried and dripping with grease (yum!), and "huge, suspicious looking sausage" (onna stick) that even the great Dibbler would have looked askance at.
I asked for a curry puff, but since I speak no Mandarin and the girl only a little English, I had to, as so often when eating, settle for what I was given. She reached into a drawer, and puled out a leaf, wrapped into a package and tied with leaf-twine. "Very, very god! You like! Take! Chicken".I wasn't sure if she was implying that I would be too cowardly to eat it, but she held it to her nose and sniffed, then held it to mine. Sure, it smelled of leaf.
When I got it unwrapped on my desk, it contained sticky rice (make that soggy rice"), a few mushrooms, an egg yoke, something red that looks like a shriveled apricot supporting my theory that they always give you at least one item which you can/should throw directly into the bin), and something that might even have been a few shreds of chicken meat (for small values of chicken).
And for that, she up-sold me from eighty cents to two dollars.
Still, next time I need a paperweight, I'll know where to go
Death drives a yellow panel truck
And you thought he rode a pale horse (or even a pale cow) &I dreamed last night that Death was hunting me - in a panel truck that looked like a DHL truck except that it was bright yellow! I could see him, leaning over the steering wheel and aiming for me.
I woke screaming and terrified, but not immediately, oh no, first I had to go through an episode of sleep paralysis before I could even move a muscle to scream.
That kept me awake for a while, I can tell you!
I honestly don't know which is worse, the paralysis on waking when you are quadriplegic, unable to move a single muscle, and groggy as you are coming round from sleep, or the paralysis as you are falling asleep, still awake and feeling your consciousness slipping away, as if into death.
Oh, yes, Him; it seems that he's after me, and only me … and he drives a yellow panel truck.
Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy
(pwned by Mount Faber)
On a whim, I entered the Mount Faber run. At 10km, it seemed tough but doable, given that I haven't been training as I ought to recently.So, 6am, rise and shine, then over to Bukkt Merah, still groggy.
As I learned from scuba diving, preparation is everything. So, It's no great surprise when I have checked my bag and then find that the battery of my GPS heart rate monitor is dead, so I won't be blogging a map of the course. It's just as well that I brought two MP3 players,. but one of those is dead too. In the end, I get my bag back & throw them in, rather than schelpping them around with me.
There is the usual mixture of super-fit, low body-fat, people (don't you just hate htme?), stretching and running to warm up (I will save every last step for the 10k, and not run a single extra step).
It is almost exclusively Chinese, although I do see a few older Ang moh, who, for some reason, are giving each other hard stares. With my spare tyre, no one even wastes the effort to sneer at me. (more)
Sin-Garp-poor
This seems somewhat reminiscent …A boss and his secretary who were having an affair saw their romantic tryst interrupted in a wince-inducing manner - after a car crash led her to accidentally bite his penis off.
According to reports in China Press and Sin Chew Daily, the 30-year-old woman was performing oral sex on her boss in a car in a Singapore park, when the car was struck by a reversing van.
The impact caused her to bite the man's penis off.
Just in case this wasn't already bad enough for those involved, the incident was observed by a private detective who had been sent by the woman's husband to catch them out.
He described how, shortly after parking, the car started to 'shake violently' - but then was hit by the van. He said that the woman screamed loudly, with her mouth covered in blood.
Helpfully, the investigator called an ambulance to take the man to hospital. His lover followed him there, with part of his penis.
The investigator said he's never seen an incident like it before.
Army half marathon again
(glutton for punishment)
Two years ago I ran the SAFRA army half marathon. It almost finished me off, but at least I finished, which is more than can be said for some young squaddies.Last year I entered but was not fit enough to run.
The Winter's Tale
Worst! Shakespeare! ever!To the Esplanade for The Winter's Tale.
Perhaps it was that eighty percent of the cast were American and the remainder stilted and wooden.
Not even worth writing an more.
Donkey punch
Ever hear the joke about the lady that called the police and wanted them to arrest the man that walked by her house each morning whistling dirty tunes?Anyway, I was thinking or raising a warrior in Maple Story and noticed that some kid has a character called DonkeyPunch.
Mapel shoelacier
Every weekday as I walk past this
I really, really, really need to "get a life" !