in my role as occasional (but rabid) fanboy

For once, a c|net piece that I don't feel like printing out just so I can shred it:

Perhaps the biggest departure from the world of bits and browsers is the career of Jamie Zawinski, a key engineer in first Netscape release and the evangelist for its subsequent incarnation as an open source product.

Zawinski, whose title at Netscape was "hacker" before it became "hacker emeritus" and finally "loose cannon," is now the proprietor of the DNA Lounge in San Francisco.

While Zawinski admits to maintaining a collection of screen savers called "xscreensaver," and acting as the system administrator for his nightclub's open source computer systems, he insists that his professional life is primarily nontechnical.

"That's it," Zawinski said of his vocation as a club owner. "I just sell beer."(link)

one o' them litmus things

It's really well and truly over when she no longer recognises the shared humour you once had.

in other news, or something

Guinness must be good for you, with proof.

I was down in Ye Pubbe this evening to watch Ireland play the Faroe Islands (which, I confess, I will have to consult a map to locate) for a place in the 2006 World Cup. After two goals, 94 minutes, and five beers I headed home. Via the chip shop. So, that's five beers and a bag of filthy greasy potato slices. Oh my. I got back to the house, talked to John briefly about the game, and then decided I needed to jog off some of what I'd just done.

These ideas make far more sense when you're even slightly drunk.

5k later, I'm standing in the shower. I've got a wee blisterette on one foot, and my calves are yelling at me. Beyond that, I feel completely unphased by the 5k I've just run. Hply sjot. Maybe there's good in this pint after all...

that "you've not done what I've done" meme

I think about the only part I could plausibly get away with it the "you've not been where I've been" bit: my hometown, Youghal, probably counts for pretty much everyone except that I can't recall if suzylou got to visit. If she did, I can still grab a fistfull of names that I figure most of my friendslist couldn't pronounce, much less count among places they've visited: Gougane Barra or Drogheda, for example. And that's without resorting to native names, such as Baile Átha Cliath (that's Dublin), or Mainister Fhear Maí, or Béal Atha Na Slúagh... the joys of living in an Anglicised land and all that.