Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, wherein a man has his heart ripped out of his chest, and is then pushed, still living, into lava. Certificate PG.
The Hitch Hikers Guide To The Galaxy, containing trivial swearing, a little comic violence, and nothing more scary than some very nerdy humour. Certificate 15. WTF?
Gödel's unpublished third incompleteness theorem: Women are formally undecidable.
echo "select 1 from dual;" | sqlplus user/password@database | mail -s "Result of your query" simon@brunningonline.net
I love Unix, me.
I went to see some a friend do some comedy on Monday, at the Cavendish Arms. It turned into one of the most bizarre evenings of my life.
Not enough acts turned up, as isn't unusual on an open-mike night. One chap had brought a lady along on a date, a musician. She volunteered to sing a couple of comic songs to pad out the show.
When his turn came, he proceeded to regale us with sordid tales of his Internet dating. Very sordid tales. The man a colossal pervert, basically.
Meanwhile, his date was squirming. Clearly this was all news to her. When she came up for her act she told the entire audience that she was never, never going to sleep with him now. Never ever.
She then proceeded to blow the rest of the acts off the stage. Funny, and a superb pianist. "Padding out" my, err, hat.
Read the rest of "Bizarre evening"...First, Humphrey Lyttelton. Now, Jimmy Giuffre. Very sad. Jimmy Giuffre 3 is one of my favorite albums of all time.
Question: should Converse plimsolls be retired when they have holes in their sides? I think so, and I'm the one with big holes in my shoes. Even according to my loose standards, I feel I'm looking a bit vagrant. Matt, on the other hand, thinks that Converse are supposed to look beaten up; the worse the condition, the better.
We should Ask Hadley...
Did you know that the ampersand is nearly two millenia old? Wow.
Via Daring Fireball.
Read the rest of "The History of the Ampersand"...
