Archive for the 'meta' Category

He’s wearing a wire!

Tuesday, March 18th, 2003

More than you wanted to know

All manner of things shall be well

Saturday, February 8th, 2003

Feeling the hook twist.

Oh, Columbia

Saturday, February 1st, 2003

In 1981, when Columbia first flew, I was young, and filled with hope, more than a little space-struck, and delighted that my species was doing something so right. In 1986, when Challenger last flew, I was a little less young, a lot more bitter and cynical, and sure that the response would be wrong, and […]

Gee, thanks Alexa!

Tuesday, December 17th, 2002

Keeping some bad company at Alexa.

Ah, winter

Sunday, December 15th, 2002

Some lessons learned during the last 44 hours, some 28 of them without electricity: Being home is better than being at work, unless work has heat, and lights, and power to charge your battery, and coffee, and bandwidth. And plumbing. Don’t forget the plumbing. Starting a woodstove with 80 mph gusts coming down the pipe […]

Now I remember

Saturday, December 14th, 2002

Seems like every time I forget why I’m paying DIRECTV such a ridiculous amount of money when I turn on the TV once a week, they manage to remind me. This time, by reminding me that Clapton is God. They’re playing the film from his (final) tour last year as a promo for the two […]


Thursday, November 21st, 2002

You know how sometimes you have a bunch of gnawing ideas, but nothing seems to come of any of them? I hate that. Back when I’ve got something to say; in the meantime, it’s structured procrastination for me.

A tasty dish of crow

Friday, October 18th, 2002

So that’s why I’m “the infamous Ringnalda.” Back in June, I wrote a vicious screed about the documentation surrounding modularization of XHTML, and embedding RDF, and the W3C validator, and whatever else was handy at the time. As usual, I saved it as a draft, to let it fester and ferment for a while, before […]

Why won’t they listen?

Monday, October 14th, 2002

Sometimes, when nobody gets it, and you keep telling them and telling them, and they still don’t get it? Sometimes that means you’re wrong. I’m just saying…

We don’t need no stinkin’ popups

Sunday, August 25th, 2002

Sniff. I’ve always really liked popups for comments, even though Mark and Mark both seem less than fond of anything opening in a new window of any size. It just seems to work with the flow of a weblog’s main page: read an entry, pop up the comments, maybe add one, close the comments and […]