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