On Chess

Marin: Don’t put me in check. I’m tired of being in check.

Brent: I’m not going to put you in check.

Marin: Don’t take my queen. I like my queen.

Brent: I took your queen several moves ago. It’s been so long, you don’t remember the board.

Marin: Ah, yes! Me and my pawn army!

Nick and Siri in Last Night’s Sexts and …play Dungeons and Dragons. Smart-ass Siri is the best Siri.

[Outside] At This Difficult Time

[Inside] Thinking of you with care and concern / So sorry for your loss birthday

CommaFeed Excess

I was poking around my logs, and it seems like someone’s using an instance of CommaFeed v1.0 running on AWS for their RSS needs. That’s nifty and all, but the feed fetcher is polling my RSS feed for updates every five minutes or so.

As you all can attest, I definitely don’t post enough to warrant that sort of schedule.

The server requests the feed twice (!) each time, and at best one of the two requests will 304. Best I can figure (and my server knowledge is admittedly sketchy), my server is 304-ing when it should.

I don’t know if these are bugs in version 1.0 (apparently 1.2 is the latest), or if there are screwy settings somewhere, but—whoever you are—you’re definitely using more AWS resources than you need to be.

I’m irrationally pleased with my revised keyboard search setup: command-space allows me to find and launch applications with Alfred, option-space searches my Pinboard bookmarks with Shiori, and control-space opens Spotlight. These just feel… right.

The power of collusion

Brian and I wound up at the New Morning Bakery yesterday, where we picked up lunch and dessert. [Insert food blog picture here.] I got a miniature key lime pie ($4.95), but the gal behind the counter couldn’t find it on the price list posted by the register.

She excused herself to go check the price in the display case, but because there were so many people looking at the cases she couldn’t move things around to get to the price stand. Reasonably, then, she asked the customer who was standing in front of the key lime display what the price on the card was.

The man paused for a half-second, and then answered forty-five cents. (I then pretended to pass him a buck as thanks.)

The guy looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him immediately. A minute later I made the connection: he was Bob Peterkort, the instructor who taught my Intro to Finance course in college. (This sort of mischief seems right up his alley, too.) Dunno if he recognized me; it has been ten-plus years, I was one of a few bajillion students he taught, and the entire interaction was practically over the moment it began.

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