the fable of the #debian channel is fun to read (but unfortunately also quite true).

[ published on Mon 24.06.2013 18:22 | filed in interests/debian | ]

...when it comes to door-to-door salescritters, fundraisers, religious looneys and other scum who bother me at home.

I think I'm a fairly polite person, overall. However I do know that towards professional door knockers I'm very rude, and that's absolutely on purpose.

  • First, if you ignore the 'no salespeople' sticker on my door (at chest height, really hard to miss), then in my book this constitutes full acceptance of any amount of rudeness on my part.

    The two begging bastards that I sent packing this afternoon claimed the sticker doesn't apply to them "when fundraising", upon which I pointed out that in this case politeness doesn't apply to them, either.

  • Second, it's quite amazing how badly many of these fellows take being treated rudely.

    I really like that, because it makes my revenge so much sweeter. In return for them annoying me greatly, I annoy them back - and it would be a shame if they didn't care at least a bit :-)

  • Third, it's pretty quick. A few choice words followed by slamming the door in the critter's face very efficiently terminates all unnecessary arguments and delay tactics like discussing how I am or what their name is (they rarely ever get far enough to tell me what crap they want me to buy or what cause to donate for).

[ published on Mon 24.06.2013 18:22 | filed in still-not-king | ]

Very tech-head I know, but I find the beauty of this much more uplifting than the superstitious hogwash that goes on beneath that barrel vault.

There's a nice set of photos of this church on flickr.

[ published on Mon 24.06.2013 18:22 | filed in interests | ]

Damn. I just read that Iain Banks died. No more Culture novels with their lovingly madly named ships, no more Wasp Factory greatness. I'll miss his grandly scoped books.

[ published on Mon 24.06.2013 18:22 | filed in interests | ]

alas, i am quite sure that i couldn't afford the work of these gifted spanish woodworkers...

[ published on Mon 24.06.2013 18:22 | filed in brainfarts | ]

Certain Lamas can live at an altitude of 12442m. That is, if it's an Aerospatiale Lama, if the pilot is Jean Boulet, and if it's the 21st of June, 1972.

Two days later I was born.

[ published on Mon 24.06.2013 18:22 | filed in brainfarts | ]

(sorry for the untranslatable title :-))

So Reuters polls 835 yanks online, and extrapolates 835 bots' answers to 'Nearly half of all Americans' - great work! snort

Inferring a "credibility interval" of +/-4% from a sample this tiny is pretty creative use of statistics.

Anyway, 47% of those 835 bots are, in the words of Benjamin Franklin, complete idiots ("those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.") - and that's what nearly 100% of all the az's on the internet say.

[ published on Mon 24.06.2013 18:22 | filed in interests/anti | ]

In the beginning Oz was cursed with British bread: white, without form and void; and darkness was on az's face. And moldy spirits were hovering over the bakery shelves.

Then az said 'Let there be Rye!'; and there was rye bread. And az saw the rye bread, that it was good; and az divided the Real Bread from the White Crap.

Life would be so much less nice without my bread maker and decent ingredients.

[ published on Mon 24.06.2013 18:22 | filed in interests/au | ]

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