You know how when you were a kid, and you had to clean your room on a sunny day when you would rather be outside, so you just cleaned it by stuffing everything under the bed or in the closet, where Mom wouldn’t see it? After all, if she doesn’t see it, she doesn’t have […]
Archive for June, 2002
Overshadowed by the buzz over TrackBack (at least for me) is another new feature with incredible potential: plugins let you write your own MT tags. Want a tag that displays the number of unread messages in your mailbox? Just write it. Want a container tag for categories that combines and, or, and not? Just write […]
I would dearly love to gather up everyone who has ever attempted to teach English composition to anyone now involved in XHMTL/XML/DTD spec writing, so that I could give them all a medal for their efforts, and then shoot them all for their miserable failure to achieve anything resembling results. In order to make a […]
From Perceive Designs, a better autosubscribe bookmarklet for AmphetaDesk: rather than just subscribe you to the first <link type=”application/rss+xml> it finds, it asks you about each link of type ‘application/rss+xml’ or ‘text/xml’ or ‘text/x-opml’.
Yet another reason to get in the habit of using an RSS reader: I don’t go to the Movable Type main page very often, but like deus_x, I’m subscribed to the RSS feed so I don’t have to remember to hit the main page to find out what’s new. And in case I haven’t already […]
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s off to 2.2 we go… More later, right now I’m just putting my hacks back in, and having to rewrite several. <later>Clearly, the big thing for this release is TrackBack, a sort of automated referrer/link-back system which pings other TrackBack-enabled weblogs when you post something that refers to a post or category […]
Bill points to a RealAudio stream of the title track from the new Bruce Springsteen album The Rising, but with my delightful dialup connection, once I navigated my way through the maze of “Upgrade your RealPlayer now, damn you” dialogs, it mostly sounded like it was recorded inside a big tin can, with Clarence pounding […]