God damn slashdot and
the wankers that made
Advogato unusable all
day.
Please, for the love of god, go
play
somewhere else.
This all-too-common failure to extend the courtesy of
warning a site admin prompted me to waste some time hacking
mod_antislash.
Its functionality, mentioned in passing by someone who
probably wishes to remain anonymous, is to create a
document
containing a variably-sized frameset, each of which contains
a
slashdot.org instance, for
any page
with a slashdot.org referer. It's worth mentioning that the
intent is
to discourage slashdot from linking to sites without first
warning
them (by making it return garbage
instead of the intended
content),
and not a random DoS
(also note that my employer, of course,
had nothing to do with this).
Anyhoo, Ryan and I
went to apply for our SINs
(social insurance numbers, for the non-great-white-northans).
The very
nice woman who took our form simply copied down the
information, basically verbatim, from the top onto the
bottom. Talk about bureaucracy. I had to walk
all
the way down there for that?
In other news, the apartment hunt is not exactly going as
planned. I have
three or four unchecked leads, but I'm starting to think
that I might have to settle for something short-term, and
hunt more once the students all move out.
I postponed my appointment with the Rideau
Canal this
morning (which I hope will become a semi-daily activity) on
account of having fallen on the
stairs last night. Stupid
Zak's
and their wet stairs.
I was reminded of a somewhat amusing anecdote last night
(over some delicious Thai food).
Ryan, willy, Dave, and I were standing around
in the lobby of the San Francisco
Hilton, and were surrounded by various groups of people,
one of which happened to be a few early-teen kids. We
moved across the lobby and sat down at a table, the kids
stood off to the side looking at us with a bit of
hesitation, or perhaps constipation. Eventually they
decided to just come over and ask us: apparantly, we
look rather like a favourite band of theirs, the name of
which turns up nothing interesting on google (which
probably means that I just mis-heard them). It's too bad
that Ryan informed them otherwise, or they might have bought
us dinner. Maybe you had to be there.
Food of the day: havarti
cheese planks