Alright

I watched the season finale of Everwood.

I'm so glad I don't wear mascara, my face would look like a map of hiking trails that start at my eyes.
( spoilers )

Lost in Translation

This "Day of the Beast" business is cracking me up.

After all, given that English Bible scholars found an older copy of the Bible that suggests the number of the Beast is 616, I think we missed the real day five days ago.

Since we're supposed to be banished from the earth for wearing mixed fabrics, I think we need to take days like this with a grain of salt.

Surely if it's possible to make one typo, it's possible to make two. For all we know, this could be the number of the Roast Beast.

So, kids, have some red meat and call it a day.

Word of the Day

Woof. This one is a mouthful.

honorificabilitudinity (on-uh-rif-i-kay-bi-li-tood-ni-tee, -tyood-) noun

Honorableness.

[From Medieval Latin honorificabilitudinitas, from Latin honor.]

Another form of this, honorificabilitudinitatibus (27 letters), is the longest word Shakespeare ever used. It comes out of the mouth of Costard, the clown, in Love's Labour's Lost:

"I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as
honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon."

Note that its spelling alternates consonants and vowels. Some have used an anagram of this word to claim that Francis Bacon was the author of the works attributed to the Bard. Honorificabilitudinitatibus anagrams to the Latin "Hi ludi F. Baconis nati tuiti orbi." which means "These plays, F. Bacon's offspring, are preserved for the world." Of course, that doesn't prove anything -- the word had been used by other writers earlier. And if you torture words enough, they confess to anything. Have fun with anagrams at http://wordsmith.org/anagram

-Anu Garg (gargATwordsmith.org)

The Day of the Beast

Well, the Devil was in the details. There were two evil pockets, but otherwise the day was magnificent. I accomplished what I wanted to.

But the two little puffs of evil were as follows:

1)Traffic. Since I have the Prius, it didn't harm me, but man, there were a lot of people who got royally screwed this morning in the traffic department

2)Moving our health clinic's DSL line/modem/network. Three little boxes of equipment are involved. The DSL modem, the Sonicwall VPN router, and the network hub. Three different boxes, Three different power supplies. We label the power supplies so we knew which one went to which. We moved everything over to the new building, everything was going perfectly.

My coworker, P, a retired Air Force man who is a very conscientious fellow, gave me a mini-lecture on making sure you match the right power supply with the right device, because you could ruin your equipment. He tells me this (which I kinda knew...duh) as he is plugging in the power supply for the Sonicwall VPN.

The Sonicwall VPN emits a pop and billows out milky white smoke.

So, yeah. P put in the wrong power supply. The Sonicwall box is now a paperweight with a slightly foul electrical fire smell.

So, the Clinic will not have access to their company's network. That's kind of a bummer.

On the flipside, my Crumpler Bag arrived today!

Now I'm relaxing with a scotch on the rocks and listening to some music.

Also, this is day number two of falling to sleep to classical music. I find it most pleasant.

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I'm listening to Pilotdrift right now. You should check them out. Yes, you should.